A random read…

 

A hope is a positive note that always HOPES for something desirable to befall on the man of tomorrow. With such hopes I tried to scaffold my previous outing. My thoughts then stemmed from a philosophy of reading books, books that I found revealing its pages to me every now and then.

This extract here is a matter of surprise to me as well, considering that I read this particular book on & off, most of it during my breaks.  But whenever I did read I found a consistency of juvenile sorts that am actually jealous of.

One of the best things in life which we all lose is the innocence we all have as kids. The zeal to overpower the wrongs despite being minutely developed on the intellectual side. The days when a mere childish spirit belittles every known evil, irrespective of the immature moral intelligence. And of ’course the showcase of mannerisms that are naturally authentic to that innocent age. All these naive traits often become a tale of yesteryears and however unconsciously though, we all love and cherish it in our offspring and every little child that crosses our horizon. The legacy I talk about is the natural state of behaviour that kids reflect and what we unanimously personify as ‘cuteness’.

The subject of my scrutiny is a lady called Charlie Monique Russell. My connection with her is a matter of random encounters of Hi/Hello sorts every once in two days or so. So you can positively ascertain that am either too sharp on my observation or maybe the person in question has something worth discussing on this blog.

 

As a matter of fact I dint bother to ask the lady her age, but my observation gives me a taste of a childlike behaviour for every etiquette portrayed by her. A natural depiction of certain cues that one can only expect from a kid of 4. I believe none of our colleagues may endorse what I see, but this is the power of discretion that I exercise on my blog.

In my opinion I have seen very few people who retain such subconscious adolescence in their behavioural make-up. Anything pretentious in this regard may sound and appear too hackneyed if done on purpose. But this is where Charlie scores on my observation. What I see is not a portrayal of the deceiving sorts. It is rather an act in a natural state that doesn’t require any efforts except behaving the normal chore. And that is what Charlie does. Be it the defensive alibi when she forgets to close the door at the end of the day or talking business during leisure in the canteen. There is always a riddle of emotions, expressions and literature. What I hear are the words from a lady, what I see is a Section co-ordinator, but what I understand is a child fighting from within to make her presence felt. This is a complex idea for me to make people understand and least of all Charlie.

I can still reminisce the composure, the excitement and the mixed feeling she expressed when I told her she is the object of my next blog outing – “Hmm am so confused and nervous” was the same reply on repeated occasions.

Now my intellect questions me, why the hell should one bother if any tom, dick or harry writes about you on his secluded blog. It is not the end of the world if you are someone in the crowd and not a new thing if you are a celebrity either. But this is Charlie and the kid in her that tells me – “Ohh am confused and NERVOUS” you are writing on me. So now I believe you get a blurred picture of what I see in her. All this doesn’t mean that am romantically in awe of her, but as am alone and grounded by several things in my small universe. These are certain things that I notice in people like Charlie and many other, which then I use to divert myself off, of all botheration that challenge my peaceful existence.

I’m not a good judge of character or the intricate programming it carries. But I see people as a literature and faces as a book. What I say here has very less to do about the literature that Charlie has, but rather what I read in the preface of her book – little suspense, varied emotions, comic timing and best of all – promise of a bedtime story...

Though she is keen to read this article on my blog – the thing that I write now will make sense to the Indian in us. The beautiful ‘Ghazal’ (read as – philosophical poems sung in calming melodies) of Jagjit Singh –

“Yeh daulat bhi lelo, yeh shauhrat bhi lelo,
Bhale cheen lo mujhse meri jawaani,
Magar mujhko lauta do bachpan ka saawan,
Woh kaagaz ki kashti woh baarish ka paani…”

The aforementioned Ghazal is what I feel in the delicate cues that I find etched in Charlie’s antics. The fact that we all are grown up, but somewhere keeping the child alive in us would make things so much interesting; interesting for people who like to see a mix of both worlds. The World that was yesterday and the world that is today... The child we were once and the childhood we all want to go back to...

Beware certain legacies are beyond normal human comprehension, and those which are in the reach are seldom celebrated. So I advice Charlie do what you do, coz you are natural and pleasantly original at it... Don’t bother what people write or think about you, it is very subjective... And don’t be nervous in my presence – coz I’ve observed what I wanted to… And am off to my next chapter- a new book, a new literature and a fresh start...