Saturday, January 14, 2006

One Moment

Rajiv sat cross legged on his sofa, arguing vociferously with another friend about the physicist who was trying to disprove Einstein's theory. There was the usual banter of impending promotions, prospective brides and recipes going around. It was a typical saturday evening in Detroit when Indians flock together like the birds of the same feather.

When his friend got up to refill his glass, Rajiv stretched his legs and as the ideal host, dutifully joined the group which was discussing the naunces which make the difference between carnatic and hindustani music. He smiled to himself. How people associated themselves with a vengeance to anything Indian - be it Kareena Kapoor's line of cosmetics or the rituals of a hitherto unknown festival, never failed to amuse him.

For a moment, he could no longer hear the sound of voices around him. Everything around him stood frozen for a minute. And as he looked at the stand still faces, he felt as if he was walking in a silent art gallery , looking at caricatures drawn on canvas. He was moving from one picture hung on the wall to the next in the gallery. The first picture was Mrs Verma who was looking questioningly , with her eyebrows arched and head bent low at whispering level. Probably telling the story of her neighbour's mother in law. The next painting on the wall was Kavya caught in a moment of girlish laughter , but her eyes were looking elsewhere. Probably looking for Rahul. The next one on the wall was his colleague Kannan who was adjusting his spectacles and laughing nervously. Probably listening to the joke narrated by his boss for the tenth time.

And when Rajiv was walking over to the next picture, he found the entire gallery dissolving , with all the colours and caricatures coming to life. And he joined them.

15 comments:

kray said...

:) Should one enquire about the guests? Or would that be inappropriate? ;)

Hemamalini said...

@kray.. disclaimer:all characters are fictional. any connection with anybody living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

beautiful....aren't we all caricatures in this big big gallery ??????
sometimes i wish that i cud sit on the other side of the table and look at myself as i speak....:)

The Cyborg said...

nice... all ppl are illusions anyway... u see what ur mind wants u to see... :)

Hemamalini said...

@neelam...each person has their own personal collection:)
who knows if one is van gogh or van helsing in someone else's?:D

@cyborg..yes.reality is illusion;)

Arvind said...

Nice writing!

Any specific reason you picked Detroit?

Hemamalini said...

@arvind..thanks:) actually yes..i chose a place where i did NOT know anyone ;)

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

or maybe a monalisa ????? :p ;)

Hemamalini said...

@neelam..well,that depends if one wants to be debated upon if one is a man or a woman, or has eyebrows or not--or worse, be stolen!!:D

but still- be in the hall of fame:)

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

hehe....i wudn't mind the debate hems !!! there would be thousands of people fighting for one look at you...there would be books written on u......u wud be the desktop on some IPC comps....:D :p
well well..someone is gettin desperate for attention i shud say :p :p

Hemamalini said...

@neelam..:))now that im on the other side of the debate..
you would also be pickled in choicy chemicals and guarded all day, apart from million clones being generated world wide;)
ok..thats a losing argument!

ipc desktop!!my.my..if only i had known ur wish earlier;)

Neelam Prabhu Gaonker said...

@hems: i guess u r right....dude....monalisa is one big loser in life :p :p
n yeah...can u still pull the ipc stunt for me ??? ;) :p

shakri said...

A good writer creates images. Images that follow you as your eyes finish one word at a time. Images that move along with your eyes. Such an image came to me when I read this piece. I do not know if it has a context but that moment itself became one.

Nicely penned.

ShaKri

Hemamalini said...

@Shakri..Thanks for the beautiful comment:)

Rajiv said...

Neat so very neat..I can relate to this post...