Coorg
Here is the night nodding along with me,
nostalgia begins to climb the stairs in my
heart. It all started in Coorg and ended in HCU.
Standing between those hills we filled the valley
with echoes of our names and lost something.
Innocence? Youth? Idealism? Happiness?
I don’t know. As you know I’ve never been good
with big words. Superficiality is a sustaining power.
In temples we found faith of a different kind. And
burning stone steps we climbed barefoot to visit a
naked god on the hill. The distances began to develop.
We fought for silly privileges but slept under the stars.
And in obscure and sleepy Somvarpet we found our little
version of paradise. The brandy that warmed our throats
on that lonely hill beyond the temple and the tent which
dripped in the cold night bring back memories that can
never be captured in a single grainy photograph.
Beedies galore, whisky wisdom, suicidal drivers,
Bangalore bonding, Mozart’s violin and Brigade beauties.
Kilometers slipped from under our tired feet
to between our hardened hearts. Now, across
oceans, we grow apart like feuding brothers.
Will we watch the sunset in Somvarpet again?
Will we ever scale Tadiandamol?
Will we wander through Cariappa’s Madikeri ever again?
Will we even remember the leeches?
August 4th, 2007 | Quote
Hey, those were the days.
The coorgi beauties in Madikeri,
The fights over pitching tent,
The fish dish in whas-its-name,
The climb up the Mahavira statue at halebid.
July 3rd, 2007 | Quote
Mermaid: Very well put.
Rohit: Oh thank you for everything! It’s nice to know that whatever I write resonates with whatever is happening in your life. That is a very special compliment indeed. And that image is also intriguing, instead of trying to explain its significance (which I can’t right away) I’ll see if I can work it into a post.
July 1st, 2007 | Quote
Anil,
Congrats on the anniversary of your blog(s). You know what is strange??? First time I read your blog, i could relate to what you were writing, I had a grudging admiration towards you. Its like you found the right words and i haven’t. Anyways the point i am trying to make is, i can relate to every single post of yours… Its gone beyond coincidence now… Its like we are going throught the same emotions.. i know some of the posts are purely fictional.. but still i can relate to them…. Of late i have an image stuck in my head and i dont quite understand the significance of it…. Donno if you can help…. “Its a man sitting on a chair and staring at a glass windom while raining water rolls off it”.
June 30th, 2007 | Quote
Oh, that last line. The leeches that steal those memories when they are all we have left. The beauty lies in the new experiences yet to come. If only you can see them.