Communicate

"He does not get me!" said the lady to another. "These estranged relationships" sighed the other. After the vicious circle of discussions on the understanding and observations of the marital mechanics, they parted. Next day, they discussed their boss and his recent divorce.
Communicate, their boss told the team in a recent team meeting. The business will go good, the boss after the talk and smirked to himself.
Their ever so unhappy client remarked, "These guys know the business better than we do. I wonder, why things are in such bad shape.", she mentioned to them along with her peers in her weekly update meeting.
A minute later, her phone rings. Her mother screams, "It was important to me." A moment later the phone goes of line. She was to attend a play with her grandson in it.
"Ajji(Grandma), please come to the play tomorrow." he had reminded quite energetically.
"Concentrate on Modes of Communication" his dad had screamed, trying to teach, irked at his son not concentrating on the text book.

Barren and uninhabitable lands, sweeping across his tired and watery eyes mocked his intellect which seemed like the only viable companion in such harsh weather. Desert, he managed to conclude after applying some thought to his otherwise already engaged Grey matter. Water was the next desire of his living needs, completely out of frequency with his being. They seemed to be on their own, whims and fancies he murmured to himself. With the misery of survival mounting, he felt liberated from all the pain within. Like a flashback of sorts his entire life screened to a solitary audience, applauded and criticized, all at the same time. He cried, loud and uninhibited, at his past with moments of humor entangled with the present. Only the pounding of his heart reminded him that he had to walk, destination unreachable, journey beautiful, but all alone. He looked at the high skies hoping for a storm, just for the change as he felt boredom would soon kill him before the hostile environment would. Mirages, then he remembered were common for the ones in the desert and decided he would look out for them and would not fall for them. But invading these thoughts, he tried not to think about how he landed in the desert. He had planned his journey, all to excellent detail. The Great Savannas he began to imagine almost childlike. Raining, it was, just around the corner. The 'others' waited. He gave up. U-Turn was what he chose!!

"She left me", he wailed, remorse and regret engulfed him, giving him an aura, pale; almost making the senses repel his very being. Years, he said it took him to realize the absence of her in his life, making the descent quite bumpy and ignorant. Descending, he never could comprehend. Older and wiser, he felt but time was something he had wasted and disrespected, he cried again at the very thought of it. "How do I go back to her" he wondered. Approaching her was in itself was a demanding exercise for the one who felt absolutely nothing when she left had left him. He shuddered, on what awaited him in the future, it seemed meaningless, the existence without her. Myopia had consumed him, the realization hit him. Past pursuits now put him to shame he felt. He had hit upon, hard times like this bouncing back to his everyday life. This time he knew, it was here to stay for good. Nightmares filled the voids of his otherwise peaceful sleep, most of the time she leaving him in all the ways she could, giving him a glimpse of his creativity. He had to get back to his normal self, who looked like a distant cousin, unseen and absconding for years!

He had to wake up, startled and disturbed. He wanted to get back to her, fall at her feet, worship her as he did as a 14 year old. He smiled, went up to the attic, picked the dusted book. Reunited and rejuvenated he resigned from his activities the next day.

She laughed. For one last time!
Only silence followed later, uneasy and cold. Years and years of autumn, dry winds blowing at her face, leaves crumbling under her legs as she walked in the same deserted lanes, yet foreign. The loneliness chilled her spine and shook her core, weakening her, suffocating her. She did not remember when was the last time she felt alive. She sat, all by herself, in never ending room, dark and moist, with rays of light hitting her eyes, hurting 'em.

She heard a distant voice. Clearer, "Darling, Happy 32nd Birthday!". She then answered many calls from her friends and attended her own party.
She laughed. Every single time.

Confusion prevails

Ugadi, the new year, was unusual in many respects. One, I had office, but did not stay much there anyway. Second, met the silent, into the shell sorts of Unkill Swallow, which was strange and I almost never expected that. So, we walked, aimlessly and pointlessly, just like many of our efforts with the ideas, leading nowhere, only promising! Generally, we talk, but that day was silent with a certain uneasiness, which made Jayanagar a little strange. Finally I pestered unkill to tell me something interesting, which he tried and that lasted for about 20 words. Unkill tried and failed to start some 'interesting' conversation. After the Kapi at Daily Bread with summaries of ideas taken on a tissue paper, which we decided should be parked for a while, and before the walk we had snacks at the road-side-near-the-park-healthy-food, which was one third of the price of the Kapi at DB, and 100 as tasty as the 'Kapi'!

So, we talked after the daring try of Unkill. We talked about the most silly stuff, I must say, it feels rather good after that. Clarity as unkill calls it :-)

As i write, i am listening to a song, with words, 'Utopia high in the sky'; probably some of us just want that and there is just no explanation, to why not the same things everyone else wants!

P.S: Unkill you scared me, but that is normal behavior :P
P.P.S: I generally don't write on things like this :)
P.P.P.S: Hopefully I write more, for the better or worse, who knows!

VD