I have almost always abused this space by addressing my anxieties, the many 'rights' and the 'wrongs' that have been done. Make no mistake, I am a damsel in stress, not distress. This explains why I have inflicted numerous poorly articulated posts on this space without caring if at all these words will ever be read by any mortal. Enraged by the selfish nature of the writing, the space too has given me a befitting reply---a silence in which I introspect my life and its many 'miseries'. For the last four years (ever since I started the blog), it seems that I have been waiting for Godot without knowing who or what Godot is. Is it success? Money? Love? Debauchery? Godot is definitely not success or money...these can be acquired way too easily. He is definitely not love, because he claims to come my way often. He is perhaps a debauched traveller. As perverse as you are in your emotions, but a lot more silent. Your patience is a journey too, at the end of which lies a heartbreak. In the guise of lover, he is a stranger. He is a lover as long as you are a stranger. A patron as long as you are the Petrarchan mistress. In few days, several hours, many minutes and numerous seconds, he will travel through life to find his sense of self. He will cremate you in his heart and bury you in his mind. Like a trapped soul, you will continue to wander and wonder if he will ever put his hand around your waist again and murmur on your lips, "Dearest". Your heart pounding every second and chanting "Come as you are... not as a friend but as who you were".
Next morning, when a furious sun absorbs the water on your face, Godot shall be making new memories with new strangers. His lens would see them all, it would be the mute witness of his tryst with life. You will shed a tear every day in solitude till you become perverse and say "Goodbye blue sky!"
And that is the day another part of you will quietly die.
Heartless! Godless!! And now Godotless!!!
So it is
13 years ago
8 comments:
"I have almost always abused this space by addressing my anxieties, the many 'rights' and the 'wrongs' that have been done. Make no mistake, I am a damsel in stress, not distress."
yu hv a remarkable style of pulling readers by writing a modest yet intriguing introduction.
the latter portion is equally absorbing. i'm sure u'll one day pen a bestseller book on Godot.
keep it up!
A disturbed mind is all you need!
patience is a journey too, at the end of which lies a heartbreak... he is a lover as long as you are a stranger... shall be making new memories with new strangers... And that is the day another part of you will quietly die.
I have been that Godot and I have awaited the Godot.
very evocative.
These are rantings Mr Spice, unlike what you do with your space which is marvellous. Glad you could empathise. Having seen Inception, Godot comes across as a projection of one's deepest desire/fear at the fourth level aka limbo.
it's a very evocative and engaging read. you have a way of writing that engages the reader in a manner that it seems like a journey that you have created.
for me it evoked an empathy, especially because of my shared love for both the concept of Godot and the play. i too find myself waiting for my Godot and conveniently not defining it for myself.
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