Thursday, May 01, 2003

I could live like this forever. Under the mottled light of a cane lamp, in one corner of a 6 x 5 room. And put myself under a microscope. Broken into the tiniest elements, I exist inspite of myself...the myopia, the warts, the greed and the lust. In full view of a world that deserves far better. And 'deserve' is a word out of a mad man's realm. And mad is a tad better than sad, wistful, longing and lonely. Mad is my purdah for the week. Till it is torn away to reveal worse sins. Crouching in mock fear, forerunner of illness, precursor of doom. My panacae on a billboard at the station crossing, 'Magic hai tho mumkin hai'...
Life...the prudence of it....dealt out in careful measured bits...lest it hit all at once...
And then the deluge, the one-step-short-of-numbing pain
10. Write off bad debts