Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Impressions -2

The world was my home. A haven of comfort, love and affection . What we probably understand as security and contentment today .

It was a huge bungalow with several rooms, halls , verandahs. The voices were still there..the laughter .The boom of the old grandfather clock, the shrill ring of the ancient black telephone, the sun filtering through the grilled windows and the green mosaic floors ..images that still linger in memory , trying to forge a connection today to things that do not exist .

There were hardly any walls – spaces just flowed into each other..doors opened into more spaces called rooms, halls, verandahs.. The verandahs led to the lawns, a vast expanse of green bordered by the trees, the flowers...Voices from haystacks and garages still echo as we, kids used to scurry around and play hide and seek. Except for some bedrooms, everything was open ..life as well . I could see myself - an eight year old, running from one room to another, missing a foot here, jumping from the stairs, a sense of freedom , of belonging ..

The power of transfiguring is that its worse than demolition. When you transform something beautiful and ancient laden with memories into something thats far away from the original, you take the life out of it..Its like living without the ability to feel or think. I believe that you need to have a twisted mind to kill something like that ...memories are living organisms and by transfiguring it, you have killed them .There is no grandfather clock....the boom is only for certain ears to listen, the green mosaic is now a dull yellow , there is no sun, the windows are now walls, there are no spaces and there is a clear NO ENTRY spelt everywhere . Its all closed now ...Walled. There is no laugher. Just silence . Its a funny feeling as I stepped inside . A feeling of intrusion , a feeling that I was trespassing . Yet ,it was home once, for more than a decade .And yet, it no longer today is, though its still within the family

13 comments:

I am said...

OUCHH...is what I felt as I read your post :)

I call it CHANGE/ EVOLUTION with time..everything changes even lifeless buildings :)

Anjuli said...

hey this was heavy...

I am too small to post a comment on this one...

lovely!

Compassion Unlimitted said...

Memories of the past dovetailed into the reality of the present..i can understand the feelings
TC
CU

Solitaire said...

Sigh! I wish I had never grown up.

Rambler said...

tress passing into ones own mind.. something really worth thinking about ...

RustyNeurons said...

Beautiful description pakker! I loved it.. I could see the home as described, and I believed it must have been real good then.

backpakker said...

I am - Yes..it pains..change, evolution is something you can accept when its positive , not when its tearing away the fabric of something

Anjuli - No one is small or big..pls write what you feel .

CU -Thanks for understanding ..now you can gauge my reaction to your post

Solitaire- Tell me about it !

Rambler - True..its more of thoughts in ones mind thats rooted there

Rusty - the description is straight from the heart ..no pretty words can fill it .thanks for your comment

Anjuli said...

I hope will grow up enuff soon to comment on this one..then I sure will :-)

Hazel Dream said...

umm dont advocate stagnant authority ... art and this existence is all about and individuals perception .. let us see with our lenses

Compassion Unlimitted said...

Seasons greetings and a Happy pongal
TC
CU

backpakker said...

Anjuli - Thanks..I feel very humble when I read this comment of yours

Hazel dream - as you rightly said, this is an individual's perception ..

CU -thanks and wish you a very belated happy pongal

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trisha said...

"memories are living organisms and by transfiguring it, you have killed them"and"Yet,it was home once, for more than a decade...it no longer today is, though its still within the family"-anguish I can relate to :-)...in keeping with th times,ours was dealt to the developer and dealt with by them :-)my frst visit to ur site n its been lovely.thx.