The Window Behind my Back
The past few months in the new job have enabled me in getting to know insomnia more intimately than before, thereby adding to my resume of qualifications for the possible career of an owl or a night watchman or better, a melancholic mallu vampire. That apart, spending whole days and nights within the confines of one's workplace does provide opportunities to watch the hectic turbulence of the day transit into the mellowness wrought by the setting evening sun giving up to the coolness (bless Bangalore for the climate) owned by the night. The office offers a strategically placed window that slides when the a/c is not working, and is content to be closed when it is. This window has the distinction of being my best friend, for the sole reason that it offers an accompaniment of a ledge where i can place myself to view with voyeuristic glee, the doings and the walkings of my fellow humans ,and the class struggles and play times of me fellow canines. The window also comes along with a lifetime package offer that gives me the most unmatched fourth floor bouquet of rain and hail and winds and sunsets and cloudy firmaments and cooing pigeons that Bangalore can offer.
In addition to the above mentioned features, this feat of human ingenuity that keeps nature out and coops humans against it, also offers the much needed relief to my numbing senses by letting me have some fresh air and perspective.
The pigeons do resent my intrusion of course, but what is one to do when one is confronted by factors that go against what the department of natural evolution had envisaged for us,one which never intended humans to deprive their brains of oxygen for prolonged periods, except maybe when one is being strangled by another.
Speaking of strangulation reminds me of how Bangalore's main streets are being throttled by their delicates, courtesy the METRO RAILWAY PROJECT, which has successfully accomplished what most municipal administrations have only dreamt of all these years, render mainstream artery roads totally impassable and end up looking like what afghanistani village roads post shock and awe. CMH ROAD , as it once was, now lies somewhere below concrete pillared monstrosities that somehow remind me of Ancient Persian or Roman archaelogy digs shown in NatGeo or Discovery, these are pillars waiting for someone to cover them up, someone to complete their existence. That said, these pillars in the middle of the once bustling cmh road are sorrounded by water, water from burst and encroached upon drain pipes and adorned by flotsam from a thousand sources.
In addition to the above mentioned features, this feat of human ingenuity that keeps nature out and coops humans against it, also offers the much needed relief to my numbing senses by letting me have some fresh air and perspective.
The pigeons do resent my intrusion of course, but what is one to do when one is confronted by factors that go against what the department of natural evolution had envisaged for us,one which never intended humans to deprive their brains of oxygen for prolonged periods, except maybe when one is being strangled by another.
Speaking of strangulation reminds me of how Bangalore's main streets are being throttled by their delicates, courtesy the METRO RAILWAY PROJECT, which has successfully accomplished what most municipal administrations have only dreamt of all these years, render mainstream artery roads totally impassable and end up looking like what afghanistani village roads post shock and awe. CMH ROAD , as it once was, now lies somewhere below concrete pillared monstrosities that somehow remind me of Ancient Persian or Roman archaelogy digs shown in NatGeo or Discovery, these are pillars waiting for someone to cover them up, someone to complete their existence. That said, these pillars in the middle of the once bustling cmh road are sorrounded by water, water from burst and encroached upon drain pipes and adorned by flotsam from a thousand sources.
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