May 11, 2011

Through the Mind's eye..

Engineer/Artist/Magician.. what do I call Him?

Prologue: Once upon a time, Someone mysterious once created a Magic lens and an enormous, endless Painting. They were both so marvellous & magnificent that, everyone who possessed the magic lens spent their lives looking at the enormous painting through the lens, all through their lives, spellbound! So profound was the magic of the lens that, none who lived could decipher the painting for what it was,... for it was ever changing. In no two instances, it looked alike to a person or to no two living people!

One day, a little girl slept on the terrace of her house, beside her father, with his hand conveniently stretched out under her tiny head & her little arms embracing him. She lay there, gazing at the endless sky, for the natural curiosity of childhood is unending. The stars seemed wonderful to her. She kept staring for a long time at those tiny sparkles that spread across the clear dark sky. Thousands of questions swam through her tiny head. She slowly turned to her dad & innocently asked, "where do stars go during the day for they are no where to be seen?!" What her dad told her,.. is rather obvious. She only half understood. She lay silently, still gazing, and trying to contemplate. She soon fell asleep.

Yet another day, the girl sat in the window seat on a train (which was her favorite), after a quarrel with her mother for that seat. She was exhilarated having got what she wanted! She, sat facing the window, looking outside, eager to see the all what she could. Soon she forgot the world inside. Another train passed by hers, going in the opposite direction. The speed thrilled her. Immediately she sprang to her dad and complained.. 'I want to travel in that train.. It is very fast! Our train is a useless one! Lets take a train as fast as the one which just went by!':)) With an affectionate smile, her dad patiently tried to convince 'Ours is a superfast & the one u just saw is just a passenger. Ours is much faster!'. The girl wouldn't believe... for she just witnessed that the speed was breath-taking. Little did she know the physics behind it that day!!

Time has changed.

The young lady didn't lose her enthusiasm about the world outside... She constantly looked at the outside world & was amazed. The world looked vivid & scintillating. It was ever changing. She couldn't stop admiring the beauty. All the beauty reflected back on her heart like a mirror. The reflections were very subtle. Sometimes they produced a photo negative. A variety of emotions 'rose' inside her, with every passing day. She was lost in them.

Little does she realize that she is STILL sitting in a train & gazing at the skies! Simple physics is sometimes, life's deepest philosophy!

3 comments:

anilkumar palla said...

The prologue is subtle and a good way to start with!!

The second and third para portray high sensitivity and innocence. I enjoyed reading these thoroughly. You have take me back in time for a while :)

I feel the lines 'She only half understood' and 'Yet sometimes the reflections produced a photo negative' are redundant.

correct 'hear heart'.

Last lines (wording) in sync with the prologue could have been a better way to end.

On the whole, excellent work Valli. Awaiting for the next one :)

The Idle Brain said...

Hi Anil, Thanks for visiting my blog.

>>I feel the lines 'She only half understood' and 'Yet sometimes the reflections produced a photo negative' are redundant.

Perhaps I didn't convey it well. They are different. The second one has a lot more meaning to it than the first. (BTW..This is in sync with prologue)

>>Last lines (wording) in sync with the prologue could have been a better way to end.
Hmm... I meant to use the prologue only as a guide to thought. All I wanted to convey thro' this entire post is embedded in the one last line. The prologue is just a preparation/direction

Neha said...

either it is too profound or I am too dumb...
but honestly didnt understand the crux
:( :(
Although, the choice of words and succinctness of passages are giving competition to a pro novelist.