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
2.

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. 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

Hey Mona

The following musical conversation between a boy and Mona is completely fictional and every resemblance to a Hindi song, Hey Shona from a stud movie Tara Rum Pum, is purely coincidental.

Boy: Hey Hey Hey..Hey Hey
Mona: Hey Hey Hey..Hey Hey

Boy: You must have come to know,
You are the one I’ve fallen for.
From the day this love started,
I keep flying in the air.
You are in my every second,
You are in my today n tomorrow.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Mona: You must have come to know,
What all is there in my heart.
Ok, I am ready to say,
The thing which I have never said.

Boy: You are in my every second,
You are in my today n tomorrow.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Boy: Your yelling on me sounds like love also, I don’t know why.

Mona : Whatever I say sounds acceptance to you, I don’t know why.

Boy: Leave this tantrum, come a little closer, say what your heart wanna…
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Mona: Having left the world, I have only loved you, just you.

Boy: The only thing I have ever asked for is you, just you.

Mona: Now on this wish, Now on this road, are you with me, forever?

Boy: Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Mona: You must have come to know,
You are the one I’ve fallen for.
From the day this love started,
I keep flying in the air.
You are in my every second,
You are in my today n tomorrow.
Boy: Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Boy: Hey Mona, Hey Mona.
Hey Mona, Hey Mona.

Boy & Mona: Hey Hey Hey..Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey..Hey Hey

Raju and his madventures II – The Weekend Appointment

After a long arse drilling week, Raju decided to have a very hatke weekend. The awesome idea was to have a picnic at the nearby Central Park. Central Park was famous for its lush green grass, some varieties of flowers, which Raju was not sure about, and, the all ladies yoga camp on weekends. Though there was no dearth of girls in his night life, he just thought of turning one of them into reality. At least he stood a chance of doing so at the camp even if his friend, Mr. Fat might not be helping much. So the plan was to prepare some lip smacking food, take a bedsheet or two and camp his own camp near the yoga camp and enjoy the beautiful view and simultaneously try his luck.
So all set, Raju woke up at 5 am on Saturday, 2 hours had been spared for preparing the food. Good things do not always have a good beginning. Just when he had applied the new Lux soap (SRK’s suggestion), all over his flawless bumpy body, the tap started playing percussion to a sad song which ended in a few seconds. Thank god, there was some water in the mug, every drop of which was used ever so efficiently, Raju just managed to recognize his own skin’s color. After this crisp and to the point bath, he moved to the kitchen. As there was no water, milk was thought of as the closest replacement, so from cream of chicken to cream of tomato to cream of carrots to cream of karela, everything was packed in separate containers so that their individual aromas are maintained. Then was the time to get the tent ingredients packed. He realized the bedsheets which were to be used were with the laundry guy who had lost his loving cow yesterday and had gone to his village to do all the required rituals. The bedsheet which he used to sleep upon had not been washed for the past six months, a probable bad impression on the yoga camp participants. He saw the Intel Inside logo on his t shirt and started using the 386 processor in his head. Curtains..a brilliant idea. He removed the dashing red curtains from all the windows and packed them in the jumbo sized dustbin which had been exhaustively cleaned yesterday, all set to rock.
Raju locked the house, just managed to get everything out and called an autorickshaw. Though the park was hardly 500 metres away, there was no way he could carry everything on his fragile n smooth back. The autowala asked for a green Gandhi note. Raju tried to retort that its not Central Jail he intends to but the Central Park whose gate was also visible from his house. After a thirty minute bargaining tug of war, the deal was settled at 95. The dustbin was mounted on the top of the auto and everything else settled in the plush interiors.
Dr. Sun started to show up. He had a habit of meeting people everyday just to confirm to them that all is not well and one needs to look around. Raju never liked the Doc and he was sure that he was the only reason people fell ill all the time, if the doc is not around, people will never realize that something is wrong and life would go on. But the showdown was inevitable.
Things were unloaded. The autowala had no change so the Raju still had to do away with the only Gandhi in his pocket.
Just as Raju was about to enter the Park with all his belongings, the guard came whistling, running out of nowhere. He looked deadly with the biggest moustache Raju had seen in his life and a tummy which can cook a biryani for 20 people if used as a utensil. Raju had no option but to be terrified with the horrorifying look the guard threw on him. But when the guard started speaking, Raju could only smile. His voice was not a voice but a squeak. It was so unguard like. When Raju enquired what was wrong, he wanted to kill the mouse. The Park was closed for the day for any visitors as the wife of Mr. Chief Minister were to attend the All Ladies Yoga Camp and would remain so every alternate weekend.
Raju put everything on his back and started walking back. Dr. Sun was blazing red hot now and Raju knew he had a long appointment.

Red Dupatta

Red Dupatta
Red Dupatta flew away bastard with this stroke of wind,
My sweetheart saw me with this act of cheat.
Agreed that he will give his heart to me, but he will also take my life.

Red Dupatta
Your Red Dupatta flew away bastard with this stroke of wind,
Your sweetheart saw you with this act of cheat.
Agreed that he will give his heart to you, but he will also take your life.

Oh oh oh oh oh
Hey hey hey hey, la la la la la

A million times had it hidden, my this moon like face,
This bastard stroke of wind took just one second to disgrace.

Your face’s magic has spread in this way,
Seeing my moon, the moon also blushed away.

I am blushing, Oh my god
My heart shivering, Oh my god

Come in my arms, lets not miss this beautiful chance,
Your sweetheart saw you with this act of cheat.
Agreed that he will give his heart to you, but he will also take your life.

Agreed that he will give his heart to me, but he will also take my life.

Fragrant fragrant this weather asking to come fall in love,
My beautiful friend, please say yes to her.

Ho, your aroma of love is spread in my breath now,
See I ve left everything to just come behind you.

You are in love, we both are in love.

No stop can stop me now
My sweetheart saw me with this act of cheat.
Agreed that he will give his heart to me, but he will also take my life.

Agreed that he will give his heart to you, but he will also take your life.

Red Dupatta flew away bastard with this stroke of wind,

Hoye, Red Dupatta flew away bastard with this stroke of wind,
Your sweetheart saw you with this act of cheat.

Agreed that he will give his heart to me, but he will also take my life.

Agreed that he will give his heart to you, but he will also take your life.