The only people who really believe all my stories are my nieces (5 and 2 years of age). As of now I am their hero. They listen to my stories with big bright eyes, taking every word in. I don’t really know what they think of me, but am sure they think am close to their age.
Soon they will find other heros. Someone with better stories. Then they’ll look back and think what was so great about her stories? Why did we like them?
I need to collect better stories now. Write them down so that I don’t forget them. A person can be judged by the stories she/he can tell. How many new ones does she/he have. I realised recently that I have quite a few stories to tell. But now am getting repetitive like a lot of really old people I know. Time to find new stories before I grow stale and boring.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
EMPTY MIND 1
Empty heads make a lot of noise. Here's some noise from mine. Blame the flight delays and airports for this ramble. As the title suggests, there is one more.
Characters. There are so many of them waiting to be discovered, observed and told about. A man having lunch alone at a busy restaurant, commuters waiting at a bus stop or just someone trying to cross the road. Each one of them has a story to tell. Each one of them is a protagonist. Not in a story that matters to you or me, but a story which is very important to them.
Sitting at a busy Bangalore airport on Christmas morning all I could see was interesting faces. Interesting characters. Most of these people had probably spent a lot of time at the airport due to flight delays. Tired and hungry they had no option but to wait. Like I said in a very classic phrase to my room mate the other day, 'the waiting is killing'. It's my copyright, don't mess with it.
Coming back to the point, travellers are the most interesting people to observe. There is one set which is all keyed up and ready to just keep going, the other would rather be home. While the romanticism linked to the idea of travel appeals to one, the other does not find it romantic at all.
So, does the bus driver driving an inter-city enjoy travelling or he has to travel because someone who enjoys it has to travel. The daily wager also travels from his village to the city on a local train or bus. Catching the train on time or finding out the correct platform is not adventure for him. So, is one person’s romance another's despair? Or one person's obsession another's aversion?
Characters. There are so many of them waiting to be discovered, observed and told about. A man having lunch alone at a busy restaurant, commuters waiting at a bus stop or just someone trying to cross the road. Each one of them has a story to tell. Each one of them is a protagonist. Not in a story that matters to you or me, but a story which is very important to them.
Sitting at a busy Bangalore airport on Christmas morning all I could see was interesting faces. Interesting characters. Most of these people had probably spent a lot of time at the airport due to flight delays. Tired and hungry they had no option but to wait. Like I said in a very classic phrase to my room mate the other day, 'the waiting is killing'. It's my copyright, don't mess with it.
Coming back to the point, travellers are the most interesting people to observe. There is one set which is all keyed up and ready to just keep going, the other would rather be home. While the romanticism linked to the idea of travel appeals to one, the other does not find it romantic at all.
So, does the bus driver driving an inter-city enjoy travelling or he has to travel because someone who enjoys it has to travel. The daily wager also travels from his village to the city on a local train or bus. Catching the train on time or finding out the correct platform is not adventure for him. So, is one person’s romance another's despair? Or one person's obsession another's aversion?
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