StairwayToHeaven’s Step No. 3

We talk of The Higher World and we don’t talk of Wonderfool Tonight, its simply not possible. A post very close to my heart. A post which made me smile while writing it. One of the first posts to be on The Higher World without a drop of alcohol. A post which is a true anecdote, well almost. A post loved by so many. A post which reminds me of the beautiful things in life..O my darling you look Wonderfool Tonight!

Wonderfool Tonight
May 25, 2006

It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.

I walked in the gloomy restaurant. I have always liked these kind of places, dark and intriguing. I was alone for the first time to have dinner in my life, so it was supposed to be one interesting experience. Just as I sat down, I had my glass of water, my head moving in the direction of the emptying glass, rising ever so slowly, pausing just when it was absolute perpendicular to my face. I saw her. I was stunned.

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that’s walking around with me.

It is amazing what effect can music have to a particular setting. You move out of your room, see the trees, watch the swinging leaves, come back to lay down on your bed. With absolutely everything same, if you have Fable by Robert Miles playing, you will keep enjoying the dancing leaves for ages. The same is with light, the absence of it has such a magical effect at times, and at times even the abundance of it falls short from providing that special aura. Even a small change in the angle the beam is coming from, can be detrimental in the overall impact of any scene.

Eric Clapton was the company I was looking for I realized just as it started. They say three is a crowd so the candle light floating in a glass of water among rose petals made us four, the candle, clapton, me and the so wonderful she. Though we had a couple of chairs and the same number of tables between us, I could clearly see her sparkling face, shining from the light being showered by the candle. The milky face, the watery eyes, the waving smile, the glossy lips. The darkness all around her face was just enough to make her the most magnificient piece of beauty I have ever come across.

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don’t realize how much I love you.

Waiters can be irritating at times, especially at those moments when you have much more important errands to cater to. A couple of them standing at my head, one with the bar menu and one with the food menu, I asked for a glass of water, much to their surprise, and to reduce the visible tension on my face.
She started looking at the menu, we almost drank water in resonance. She looked at me, the moment of my life, she blushed, I reciprocated, we smiled and then she was again at the menu. I thought of standing and going to her, ‘Can I join you?’ I decided other wise, to wait for her to do the same. She was also feeling the heat I guessed.
She stood, looked around, baby , noone is looking, walked towards me, looked so excited, I was trembling, smiled for an instance, spread her arms, I am not doing that to start with,
…that was the last time I saw her.

There was a kid in her arms and a husband accompanying him.

It’s time to go home now and I’ve got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, “My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight.”

Two quick beer and I was back home.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight.
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3 comments to “Wonderfool Tonight”

1.

shabbash, ab mujhe pata chala toon sofa pe kyon baitha tha
by himschwet May 26, 2006 at 8:11 am edit comment
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good one.. though i expected the ending.. that was the only thing that could have made it brilliant..
by inhas May 26, 2006 at 11:40 am edit comment
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[…] The anecdote of the death of my parents has been a nice thing to tell whenever I am to meet new people which are primarily journalists and TV reporters. I show them lots of things. They are generally fond of my music collection which goes on from nirvana to floyd, from metallica to ghulam ali and from gnr to jagjit singh. They like my writings too, especially the Wonderfool Tonight and Shweet Shweet Memories – I. They are after me to write its second part and I promise them that they won’t have to wait much. Then the initial question is repeated, I knew the moment had arrived […]
by The Higher World » Blog Archive » Coming Back to Life July 23, 2006 at 5:39 am edit comment

StairwayToHeaven’s Step No. 2

Here comes the second one. Ok this post is very very special in terms of the way it was written. Two writers spontaneously writing alternative paragraphs without even looking and talking to each other after buckets of OH radicals down the throats. We had no clue what we were writing and in fact when it was over, it was just over we not even reread it. But a quick glance the next day gave a shock of disbelief after realizing the outcome.
It is one of those special posts which gives a hope of a future with pen as a companion. And it also gives hopes of fiction being written by two people, something which is rare to find. Who was the other writer? I don’t think I need to tell this. And this post is actually a tribute to him.
About the thought process of this post, I might have disclosed it this time if I myself had been clear.

Chinese Checkers
May 30, 2006

I was walking down the lake side yesterday, when I came across this strange child sitting right next to the lamp post. He was having a one rupee coin in one hand and a hammer in the other. There was a candle lit too just next to him. The whole scene was so weird that I could not walkby. I just stood there watching. The hammer was not being used to hit anything, he gently swayed it along his cheeks. He kept tossing the one rupee coin and scratching the candle after every fall. He was poor, perhaps not eaten anything for a couple of days. He did not look like a beggar though. He did not look anywhere else the three things he had. The lake provided the perfect background the whole scene had. You should have been there Connor. Do you find something interesting in this till now or shall I tell you something more?

I was there the other day Rohit and unlike you, as soon as i saw all this i called up Sam, Cornell, Natalie and Jacob and we all sat next to him repeating every action he was performing, within a minute he left the scene, now do u find this inetersting or not ?

Was that you Connor? Ok there was a person with a big hat and a black overcoat, that must be you as his was the face I could not have a look at. So it was you and your friends. I was there, I watched you people and that was the part which I was about to tell you next. Since you know all about it, I ll tell you about the part which you are not aware of. When you people left, you had left all your coins, the child came again, picked up the coins and started laughing, he kept doing it for about 10 minutes, then shrieked as if in some pain and then started crying. I initially wanted to go and just check what is wrong, but I just could not move, there was a sudden darkness, with all the candles extingushing in a flash. There was a strange sound of a whistle, and the child started laughing again. Then there was a strange voice, which seemed more like a howl than a human voice. Now is that interesting or you have something better?

Why did you do it? Because it was incomprehensible, erasing the event, destroying the stage and killing the actors is no solution to satiate your curiosity. You have outgrown your normal self, you have found the keys to your subconscience, you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, but how long will you continue like this, how long will you fool yourself, Rohit you know that i know that who made the strange sound, who howled and whose human voice was it in the end. Why did you do it ?

Ok I know who did all this and you know that too. But what you do not know and did not answer was how did the candles go off. Even if you people did all that, just think of the child, he was so innocent. Your joke ended his life Connor. Do you know that too? I never wanted to tell you this but I took his body and buried it in a peaceful place, you would have never noticed as you were too engrossed with your subconscious, satiating each other at the cost of someone’s life. How many such lives you have taken Connor, I remember burying ten of them.?

See i told you , you are now capable of memorizing Act I as Act II, Rohit you are sick, you have to get over this before i have to bury the eleventh kid.

5 comments to “Chinese Checkers”

1.

speechless…
by leonius May 30, 2006 at 10:46 am edit comment
2.

is it a joint effort again/

anywya, brilliant. like before.
by phoenix May 31, 2006 at 4:40 pm edit comment
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What the fuck is this shit? Who the fuck are you jerks? Clearly nutters like actors or artists of some sort. Go and see a psychaiatrist. There are pills for people like you wankers. There are better preoccupations for the human psyche to be enganged in. Cherry Orchard is all very well but you cannot build a finer world on a garbage heap; the foundations will subside. cyquick.wordpress.com
by Cy June 18, 2006 at 4:09 pm edit comment
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how i wished u changed the end a little…a broken dream is far more painful than death…or was death related in some way to something else…will have to go thru other posts to fugure out
by tomar June 20, 2006 at 3:33 pm edit comment

StairwayToHeaven’s Step No. 1

As another year ends, I thought this blog needs a recap. Writing this blog has been a roller coaster of emotions, with such a varied variety of fiction. Some people ask me what inspires these posts, where does the thought process come from. But the people close by know, I won’t be revealing that. I am too happy and content being myself, with myself.

With your permission, I take a quick look at some of the better things which were wrote on this blog some time back. Everyday until the next few days I would repost some of the earlier writings available here, along with the comments.

To me, this series is the Best of The Higher World. For you, it can be just another feeling of Deja Vu.

Keep Commenting.

Acting the Act
October 25, 2006

I was here in the evening too. The big curtains are still there, the stage hidden behind them must be waiting, for the foot taps to vibrate it, for the artistes to come and start their chores, creating magic, those moves, those thumping dialogues, that hysteric dance on trance, and for the audience to stand, to stand and to clap in unison, a few tears rolling over, some babies silent out of shock and some like me waiting to be there, there on that very stage waiting for the people to go and be the god, myself.
Shhhhhhhh….There is not much time in hand. Lights off. Oh, I ‘ll have to do it myself. Wait…K, now it seems nice. Pitch dark. The audience waiting for the curtains to open, there are butterflies flying around in my small stomach. I should not feel nervous. Open the curtains, slowly. Do it fast, the audience might lose its patience. There is noone to do that too. I ‘ ll run myself again. Here they go, moving apart, just like when a wave ends it offense on the beach, they part away, unknowingly, swift and silent. There should be a follower moving as I move to the centre of the stage, but there is noone to control it. There should be that rear panel lights when I move back in the second scene and the babies helping all the time with different colours of rainbow, which is visible only when u show your back towards the sun and see the rain. But there is noone. But I am here. I can be on the lights. Who will act then? Do we really need someone? Yes we do. Isn’t that why we started all of this? Hmm…Lets drop the idea of lights then. Yes, that can be done, anyway noone is watching.
Lets start the show. Lets start the music. It can’t be. Can we have a round of applause from the audience? This audience is absent when it is supposed to witness the greatest of actors performing in the rarest of rare performances. I’ ll clap myself to begin with. But I ‘ ll need them as I go by, for those sighs and those smiles, those laughters, those whistles, those tears, those shocks, those fears and for that final applause. So I must act as the audience first, that is most important. But isn’t that what I have been doing all my life?

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6 Responses to “Acting the Act”

1. inhas Says:
October 25, 2006 at 12:10 pm e

“Isn’t that what I have been doing all my life?”

brilliant line…
2. himschwet Says:
October 26, 2006 at 2:24 pm e

this deserves a place in the hall of fame. U cud not have said it in a better way.
3. Harry Says:
October 27, 2006 at 3:32 pm e

@inhas
Bada sa Dhanyavad, as usual..bt i seriously thinking, that is wat most of us do most of the time.
@himschwet
kahan ka hall ban raha hai us par depend karta hai ..bt Dhanyavad anyway
4. phoenix Says:
October 27, 2006 at 3:45 pm e

Brilliant. I love the title, I love the end and I really love the concept.
Wow!
So sorry I missed it for three days!!!

But it’s said so well that I dont know what more to say, except that sometimes I think we are the lights, camera, actor and audience all at the same time for our life and those around us…
5. Harry Says:
October 27, 2006 at 4:09 pm e

@phoenix
Der aaye durusat aaye, thank you.
Lights, camera, actor, audience all at the same time, i think we need to check each others’ definitions for these.
6. Jaspreet Says:
November 6, 2006 at 3:14 pm e

mind blowing…amazingly ended