Friday, August 11, 2006

A Solitary....

Reaper or Huntsman???
Doesn't it sound like another of those delightful poems...

Just a-little-over-22 hours of flying from Mumbai to LA and I can proudly announce that I have almost conquered my paranoia of flying (well, almost!).

I did not expect such a warm embrace from California; the arid wilderness is nothing different from rural Telangana . The feeling I get is similar to the one where I'm frantically searching for something and suddenly realize that I've forgotten what it is. And yes, I do start making those little columns in my head listing the differences between the East Coast and the West Coast (and the absence of the Fall colors here makes me want to view the few scattered trees through my pretty-pink sunglasses always).

But coming back to the delightful poem I was talking about ,I feel like I'm the muse of such poems.
In a blissful world of total solitude with no mobile phones, no messengers popping on my screen , no familar people and almost no mails (here, I’m not counting the work related ones) I suddenly find
Wordsworth resurrected in my senses.

Before I take off on any more of my sententious monologue, let me present something which appeared immensely to my senses -
A story in half a dozen words and attempt I would

Orchids looked beautiful, on his grave.

The garbage overflowed, with female fetuses.

He killed her, with his humor.

For better ones look here.

I wish this would mutate into one of those tags that go around the blogworld, I humbly request all those kind souls who have read this to please consider it in all the seriousness of a tag.

(I promise I wouldn't subject you through any more inane posts, until I get over this blissful state of affairs )

15 comments:

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

I think the first 2 are excellent

RT said...
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RT said...

Wow! Belgium and now CA.
"You seem to be going, places!"
Ok bad punctuation notwithstanding, an attempt to the tag..:)

Shradha said...

She came, only ten years late.

She will live, her baby won't.


I am not very good at this :( I loved 1 and 3 btw :)

Bindu said...

hey those 6 word stories are cool! I should try to write some too!

"They ate breakfast in bed naked"
"The stolen laptop has no secrets"
"He arrived after the train left"

No, it's not easy :)

Swathi said...

@shoe fiend
now i know what i forgot, a link to ur 6-worded stories...

@rt
yaa go ahead and call me a gypsy, i've bin out of suitcases from Feb 2005 and i dun seem to mind it one bit...(btw, that was a very good attempt, now plz do the same on ur blog)

@shradha
i liked both of urz...wud u put some more on ur blog?

@bindu
:) , wat with that tequila hangover...

Deppe said...

whoa. For six word pieces they are quite disturbing! Do they have to be grisly?

The Eunuchs begged. No they terrorised.

Call him and fire him. Thrice.

House haunted by a manatee ghost.

Stop Sex,spin yarn. Yeah right!

Mr. J said...

Cali eh... how long you going to stay there..

Truth Fairy said...

Good to know you are in LA. Maybe we can catch up?

Swathi said...

@deppe
i can't help but write grisly stuff...

@John
dunno, 'am taking one day at a time.

@t. fairy
of course, of course but u being on the East n me on the West means it wud b only by fone ...

Crouching Tigress said...

Inane is good Virus.

Shradha said...

Done! I put it up on my blog, added two more. :)

Swathi said...

@c tigress
glad that u also blogged 'bout it.

@shradha
wow, this seems to be even better than any tag...

anumita said...

Will give it a shot. How you doing?

Swathi said...

@anumita
doing good, luking fwd to this one on ur blog...