Sunny, ‘Sappy’ Thoughts

During the past one week, I have had a lot of thoughts in my head. But, each day, by the time I think of blogging, I would be so tired and the thought of my bed would be super-tempting! I’ve been longing to write out all those thoughts. Which is the reason I’m typing this right now!

I had a very thought-provoking conversation with Kiran sometime last week. I don’t remember why she asked me this question, but while talking about something, she asked me, “How many sunrises have you seen?” And I was taken aback. I’ve been alive for over two decades…and the sunrises I have seen would hardly be above 3 or 4. Even though we moved on to another topic, I was stuck with that thought. I felt like I’m wasting my life…like, whatever I’m doing right now is inconsequential. I couldn’t move beyond this thought in my head – “What the fuck am I doing with my life?”

“With each sunrise, we start anew”

When I spoke it out with Kiran, she came up with another awesome line (she always does that, her lines are brilliant!) – “Rosh, do you want to get used to the sunrise? Do you want it to be as normal and mundane as, say, brushing your teeth?” Whoa! And there, she put it into a whole new perspective!

Almost always, we forget to see the beauty around us. But, perhaps, forgetting to see it is a good thing. Like Kiran said, you wouldn’t want to turn the beauty into something normal, something that’s part of your daily routine. Because, experiences like watching the sunrise should never ever come anywhere under the head of ‘routine’. If that happened, we would be left with nothing to awe us, nothing to remind us of the incredible ways of the Universe.

Another beautiful line by Kiran – “It’s not about how many sunrises you have seen, it’s about whether (and how much)  you appreciate the sunrises you have seen.” I’m in love with that line, the thought. Another reason why I adore Kiran. She is the only person to whom I can say all these crazy thoughts, and be perfectly understood!

Another thought-provoking instance that happened a few weeks ago. At work. One of my colleagues had been away during the day and when he returned, I asked him how his day had been. He replied that it had been bad, I asked why and he replied, “I didn’t learn anything new.” Damn! And what had I learnt? How to while away my time googling? I felt like he had knocked me on the head, probably letting loose some of the good sense in there. Not that I have been learning something new each day since then. But I try. At the end of the day, I try to figure out what new piece of knowledge I learnt. Most of the time, the response is (guilty) silence.

But there are days when I do have a response. Like, recently, when I learnt the word ‘sapiosexual’. And the learning brought along a lot of realizations. I became aware that I have a sapiosexual crush on someone I got to know recently (no sexual attraction involved, though). Today, I was telling Kiran about it. She admitted that even she would come under the same category. And that was when I realized something else. I’m attracted to Kiran, in the same way. I’m serious. After our chat, while going over what we had talked, it just leapt out at me. I’m attracted to her, because of her intelligence, the way she is, the person she is, and a lot more. It’s not sexual; emotional, to an extent (she is my best friend, after all). But the basic & primary reason, I suppose, would be intelligence.

Anyway, tomorrow (actually, today) is a public holiday and I’m planning to have an awesome time at home. Read, watch some movies, sleep, relax. Unwind. Oh…and, blog!

Why I Love The Solitary Reaper

A couple of days ago, I read this post in Amit (Personal Concerns)’s blog – The Solitary Reaper. In fact, I’m writing this post, based on an idea that he (Amit) gave me. I studied learnt this poem when I was in 9th or 10th Grade. Even though I don’t remember when I studied it, I so clearly remember the poem, the beauty of it and how much I loved it. Sometimes, mostly while travelling, when I see random but interesting/amusing sights/people, I let my mind wander… I think of what one person must be thinking about, what kind of life another person must be leading, why someone looks happy, where someone else must be going to. Well, you get the idea. William Wordsworth, in this poem, has done something akin to it. Maybe that’s why I love it so much. Picking out a random but beautiful sight – a solitary reaper in the field – and weaving thoughts about her…wondering what she must be thinking, what she must be singing… It was just a sight, on the way. But look at the beauty of the thoughts!

And the imagery used…absolutely splendid! I LOVE (LOVE LOVE LOVE) the way Wordsworth has compared the solitary reaper’s song to some other  wonderful melodies. What struck me so much is the way he has described these different songs. The lines are written so remarkably that I could picture it all so easily. And the comparison is excellent. Imagine a song that sounds like ‘nightingales singing welcome notes to weary travellers in a shady haunt, among Arabian sands’…or a song ‘in springtime from the cuckoo bird, breaking the silence of the seas’. Can’t you just see it in your mind’s eye? And, well, he (Wordsworth) leaves no doubt about how good the reaper’s song must have been! 🙂

Then, he moves onto try a hand at guessing what the song could be about. Do I have to tell you how amazing the lines are? I’m sure there are people better qualified than me to talk about its artistry and elegance. But I can’t stop feeling awed by the sheer perfection of those lines…and the way he goes from one possibility to the other – the song could be about old, unhappy things, battles of the past or it could be about a familiar matter of the present, a natural sorrow, loss or pain (‘That has been, and maybe again’ – I LOVE that line!).  Battles and natural sorrow? Both are such distinct images  but he brings them together, seamlessly flowing from one to the other with mere words!

And, at last, after all the comparisons and conjectures, the poet continues on his way, bearing the song in his heart. What an incredible ending! Even after all these years, I still feel the same awe that I felt when my English teacher first explained this poem to us, in school. Guess that will never change. 🙂 When I sat down to write (read: type) this post, I had another idea in my head. But, once I began talking about this poem I found that I couldn’t stop. And well, this is how it ended up! 🙂 I know I’m no  great poet to speak so authoritatively about a poem by Wordsworth! But these were just my thoughts on a poem I love, what I felt when I read it.

So, which is the one (or more) poem(s) that you love so much that you can’t stop talking about it? One that never ceases to awe you?