A Tune That Died Young

There is too much noise outside
Drilling into my head
And I can’t just write on love and life
They jar out notes that were in me
Strangling them in one stampede
Of music of undead.
I shut the windows,
Kill the lights
Still, there is this soaring sound
Of all that’s lively, all that blooms
Hounding me for all that’s left
No place to hide
No place to run
And while the noises bang my doors
A voice in me calls out for more
And strangely strangers lift their heads
To look in corner rooms.
Searching for their piece of cloth
They find it nestling in those crypts
Wrapped in which my music slept
Long forgotten.
Long dead.

Refinement in Confinement

BSNL gets on my nerves sometimes and so does the KMC. The latter's trigger-happy ( or should that be 'shovel-happy') grave-diggers keep digging at our roads with unbridled joy as if it was the only job in the world that needs considerable merit and rigorous practice at the same time. So they keep to it like HS appearing candidates attending to their calculus. Sometimes they dig even when the tar on the roads has not even cooled. And I don't need to tell you how mutually fulfilling both parties find this exercise to be. In fact, they should, since their symbiosis disadvantages none but the average man who aspire to walk his stretch of road and make his share of calls. Make calls ? Yes, sir! Calls! That's precisely what KMC and BSNL colluded to deprive me of. Telephone calls and Internet.

How? Well, one of their more industrious exponents kept digging someplace near my house a tad too overzealously. Might be a case of family feud or a bothersome overseer, but instead of gold all he hit and ruptured in his frenzy was a cable which contained amongst many others' the telephone line to my house. As a result I have been making do without my internet connection for the last 10 days. Yes, you read it right, 10 days! The first couple of days were suffocating. No people to chat with, no blogs to read, no mails to forward, no people to disturb! Then of course calm descended. Instead of 'deathly' the proper adjective would be 'filmy'. A filmy calm.
Watched about a dozen films in these 10 days, one of them being the much touted Slumdog Millionaire ( the review to which I posted here). Found it to be a tad too "fishing-for-applause"-type, unauthentic, almost synthetic film on slum-glum.

I digress! I digress!

So, every day I come back home and check my phone to find it in its sorry state of disrepair. No hum. Ho hum. So I end up watching endless films like 'Gone With The Wind' and go to sleep.
But yesterday the stars shone down on me and the line was restored. What a relief!
And I am back to blogging now.

Take that you Bloody Scoundrels of Nether Land!!!!!

( Will soon make something out of KMC too. Soon).