He sat there in his chair with the Television pouring out the daily soap he watched every night, just the table light on, luminating what portion of his face was not covered by the shadow of his hand holding the burnt out Cigerette Butt close to his face. He had been smoking for almost a lifetime now, but never so intently had he tried to observe the insignificant piece of crap ready to be shoved under someone's shoes as he was doing right now. He knew something was different. Something so evident that his mind was overlooking it so easily. He had been staring at the butt for 15 mins now, when he suddenly came to his senses and noticed what he was doing. He had not been drinking today,neither was he high on his normal doze of marijuana. But still somehow, he could feel that his mind was trying to reach out for something it had never tried to grab. Something which he wanted to know for so long ... Something which he seemed to have known for so long but somehow had not cared to see whether he knew or not.
And then suddenly with a flash of lightning in his mind, everything was clear. He realized that maybe he was becoming the very person he had hated when he was a kid. That somehow, he had drowned himself into a whirlpool of things which he always looked down upon. He could feel it clearly that as a kid, he had been able to look at the world in a better perspective all along... that it was not always necessary to grow up to feel the reality around u..
At last, he was tired of growing up... at last, he was tired of trying to grab the sun.... at last... he was tired of being a prisoner of his own dreams...
The very butt which he had put in between his fingers to look beyond had shown him the world gone by.... the world which could have been..the world which should have been...
He kept looking at the butt as it burnt down to his fingers. The whole room jumped back in front of his eyes with a burning sensation. he quickly shoved the butt into the ashtray.
It has been said that life comes a full circle... And the things which make u weak are sometimes te ones which make u realize how strong u could have been....
the Television was still playing with his favorite daily soap on......
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8 comments:
sohail, i think this must be happening to most who are trapped by the evil thing called addiction to.. well, anything at all. anyway, i wont sermonize, i'll just say- ask the Angel in you what to do and do what it says and u'll NEVER go wrong.. :)
this post was very well written :)
cheerz!
it is good that ateast soe people could make out what this post of mine as about... ;)
crazily enough, most of them couldn't even make out what it was all about..
as goes, someone even hacked into my accout and postedthat i was writing crap!!
but i guess u write not for appreciation but just for the love of it.. :)
thanx..and cheerz to u 2..
I wonder what you were thinking when you wrote this blog.Indeed well written,but it lacs emotions.Sounds like something which u`ve written just for the sake of it and not the "love of it".
"And then suddenly with a flash of lightning in his mind, everything was clear"...........amazing i must say.what i nice way to crap-up all the melodrama created in the mind of your reader by the preceeding paragraph....its so irking.I guess it could have been better.
All the best for future posts.
u think i have ti guess who this is??..(although, i must say that i had to tink for like 2 mins for who it is..)
and well...as far as the "writing for the sake of it" part goes...i guess u understand me much more than i had anticipated grl...
am i wrong, huh madam?? :P
c u soon..
you are absolutely wrong.......the "guess who???" above is a male.
so come out of your dreamland,where all you fantasize about is "THAT" grl of urs.
and u know wat...
wen i wrote this thing down...i actaully was staring at the butt for 15 mins before i st down to write this...so i don't really know whether i was inspired or it was written just for the sake of it...but words kept comng into my mind man..and as for the melodrama part..i think a shortest of a story is not complete without it..is it??? :)
hmm....so this is the NAG himself, eh??
am i ryte??
i thought it was someone else man..sooorrrryyyy....
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