Monday, June 18, 2007

Rip and Rap

Rip and Rap were born on same date in different parts of the same town. Rip on a rag inside a rain washed clay cottage and Rap was wrapped in a muslin within a sanitation zone.I dont know either of them. Nor do they know each other. But they have so many things in common which always amazes me. When Rip opened his eyes for the first time, he could smell raw tar still being cooked for laying fresh roads. Rap also had a fragrance around him. Jasmine on the boiling water and an ever running temperature controlled cabin. That would never let the jasmine's smell die. Not that smell around Rip died. In fact it got stronger as more roads were laid. They both had their share of fragrance. Rip's strengthened by an ever increasing need for growth and Rap's strengthened by an ever increasing desire for perfection and luxury.

They both grew up. In their own ways but in the same town. Rip went to a school so did Rap to another. Rip used a notebook which Rap's father had donated to the govt. school he went to. Then came the moment of realisation for both of them. Accidentally, that too was the same day. Both of them wanted to be and wanted to become. To achieve and be big. They had this never ending desire that started culminating into a resolve. which they has inherited from their past. Both of them longed to get rid of that label. And they started working hard towards achieving their own goals. Did i tell you their goals? What they dreamt of? Rip dreamt of a big mansion, bigger bank balance and much better life. He wanted to be larger than the life itself. He never wanted to smell that burning tar again when he slept. Rap thought of giving it back to the humanity. To become and elixir that will take away all pains of this world. He was willing to bear all the hardship that came in his way. But he was determined to alleviate those he thought were not so privileged as he had been.

The day came. Their redemption. It all happened again on the same day. Rip was now what he had always wanted to be. He had a big house right adjacent to Rap's father. It smelled of Jasmine when his wife delivered a baby boy. Rap had also done it. He worked for some humanities mission in a far off place. He did not have proper food to eat and proper place to sleep in. It was a cramped clay house with smell of tar burnt in african sun. But he was happy. He was what he wanted to be.Nothing had changed through out their evolution. There still was one Rip and there still was one Rap in this big world.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Across the Sea

Hi, Back after a long time. I am. I will keep it really short. Untill next one when i start going my original way. Long and never ending. It has been six days since I arrived in Sydney. A whirlwind tour of physical presence, emotions, feelings, relations and what not. Thankfully I met quiet a nice bunch of people at work. They know who they are. When you leave a place where you have been anchored to, for past all the years of life, that is a sea change. Precisely what happened to me on 6th of june 2007. And today, on 15th I am feeling at home. Really. A touchodwn at the Sydney airport, Walk along the Pyrmont bridge overlooking Sydney Towers, number one Martin Place, a long one to Newcastle, Y on the Hyde Park. The list is endless. What I mean is, all this has been amazing. Bringing me slowly and smoothly into the system and putting me right where I would have thought myself to be in. It is 7 PM. Everyone is gone. 10 minutes and after I finish reading one of the report, even I will be. All I know is, it has been a nice beginning. Sydney, kind of drwas you in and does not let you go off. it is such an easy city on you. Not burdened by the weight of expectations and also not lost in an identity crisis. A rare feat to find in a city of burgeoning aspirations and one which is tipped to be second best to none. Untill next time mate.