Friday, April 8, 2011

The Many Muses of Insanity [Part 1]

The plane sped on the runway, about to take off.  Buckled in and sitting at a window seat, I realized my mind kept wandering back to everything that had happened in the last month.  Crazy was the only word to describe it.  I shook my head, hoping that the action would disrupt the thoughts and maybe I could finally catch some sleep.  I closed my eyes, and of course, a baby started crying in the plane as soon as the wheels left the ground and we rose up into the air.  Mental note: try not to travel via air when my kid is still an infant, if I ever become a mother.  There was no way I was going to get any sleep.  I suppose thinking about all the madness might actually be a good thing.  Once again, I shut my eyes and tried to produce a chronological collection of memories.

The insanity began when I made my way to my hometown, Nagzabad, after an absence of nearly 3 years.  The year was 2010 then, a month ago in December.   

My journey's first step was flying into Delhi, and I had kept a week aside for exploring the city.  There is a certain charm that Delhi has held for me, always, ever since I can remember.  Old Delhi, mind you.  Oh, and Qutub Minar.  Somehow that one monument has become a symbol of the things that matter a lot to me but I seldom mention.  The structure looms in the time-tarnished corners of my mind, but it is very much there, and it emerges subconsciously in dreams whenever I let go of the control that rules my waking hours.

The Qutub should have been the ideal place for a day out with old friends.  Instead it turned into the stage for a bizarre sequence of events.

Barely audible notifications sounded just then, for wearing the seatbelt was no longer necessary.  I was forced to open my eyes with the bustle of people moving about.  Dinner to be served soon, the attendant announced.  The story would have to wait until I finish eating.  Creativity of this sort, I have realized, has the potential to build up a huge appetite.

1 comment:

  1. The attendant could have waited... anyway, i can. Do share the "bizarre sequence of events" soon.

    Keep writing.