Once upon a time, I read
books, dedicatedly, painstakingly, like a pilgrim at the threshold of his
pilgrimage. Books consumed me, as I would devour page after page, lost in
translation. Then along came people-with speaking faces and myriad feelings, with
mincing grudges and obsessions, with overriding affections and affectations, with
intense emotions and motions. Their moving hands, the receptive ears, beholding
the tingled skin, the eager or hesitant mouths which round and widen, taking
shapes of smiles and frowns, as words flowed out of them effortlessly and
sometimes, post great deliberation!
Yes, I had found the more
grown-up drug.
Faces
can beam and rot you know, taking from blossoms. Not due to age, but experiences. It’s not about ‘Does the face make you
swoon?’ It’s more about ‘Does it make you smile?’ Faces tell stories, they
are an index of our minds, of all that is otherwise latent and sublime. Not
eyes, they just need an empathetic heart. Have you noticed someone getting
goose bumps on their skin post something you said? Yes, priceless! Sensual pleasures are just
not restricted to bed-they can be derived by receptive senses, anywhere and
anytime.
The voices, ah! You see
most by listening. You could travel up and down an entire scale of passions
with the voice that perhaps could personify character itself-the way it ranges
from sometimes jingling with excitement like a fresh water spring to soft
whispers, like falling into a bed of cotton caressing you with gentle taps till
within. Voices don’t lie, people do. Voices entice, beckon, ensnare-like little magical
spells that are woven by their mere echo on a person’s hearing. Eargasms, anyone? A soft, passion-smeared whisper in
the ear can often be equivalent to the adrenalin rush received by wild searching
fingers on the body, the chill down the spine.
I began to study people as
though with a voracious starvation, live little lives and learn little lessons.
They come wrapped in bundles of expectations and a cartload of disappointments,
helping them evolve every minute. Sometimes they live, at other times let-live.
Real, breathing,
heaving, sighing human beings-they brought along with them hitherto untold stories,
of lives they’ve led in bodies and mind. They
respond to touch, whether or not there is any skin contact and they embody drama
that we only hear of, for like they say, truth is stranger than fiction.
Words are potent, as books
prove. However, when they emanate from voices separated from us by miles,
generations and no relations, they just touch or instruct us. But when they
stem from a person we know and look up to, how quickly they take, to not just
touching but clinging and mingling in our very fabric. Words become you. They
fill the empty specs, some voids that need to reverberate with some words,
magnetically searching each other in the noises of the world. Romance, you ask?
Well, yes, to a certain extent. For when he fills your mouth with his words, it is
also a kiss or something like that.
I took to
people-fascinated by the realms of lives unravelling layer by layer into a
common man’s grand saga. How like a bud someone slowly opens to you and how
like the petals then slowly encompass you within an embrace of trust! I took to
being a co-passenger with some, lighting their path with whatever wispily shone
within my own horizon, lending a listening ear to a mouth that craved to be
heard, or just giving the complacent pleasure of the knowledge that someone’s
there to care.
It’s a more long term gratification
that a book could compete to concede. They say you live lives with books-fall
in unadulterated love, climb lofty, indomitable mountains, dive into the
alluring depths of oceans, conquer countries, travel path-breaking journeys and
the likes. Human experience is all that and more.
Reach out to people. Be
interested in their stories than in relating your own woes. For in un-knotting
someone else’s tangles, you derive solutions for your own. Get outside of books, get
into people. Find those worth drenching
in, for such are the showers of communicating with brilliant minds that leave
you wet in ecstasy of an unheard kinds. Books could help you search your soul,
people could end your search for the soul mate.
As I write, I look
wistfully at three freshly bought books lying beckoning on my writing table.
The scent of a new paperback how like the scent of a man, tends to sneak in your
insides to pull from within. Perhaps, I would return to my old love again. Or perhaps,
there’d someday be someone to read to me the same. A cold winter evening, a
balmy fire place, hands curling onto a simmering coffee mug and a huge bean bag
wanting for us to give it shape. Come, let’s glow in this fire and as I sit looking
at you mesmerized, read to me from a book and then from a life!
15 comments:
Welcome back... missed you. It was tough being the hottest blogger around in your absence... now I give back the throne to you :)
yes, circumstance more than anything else made me come to the same realization that you talk about here... this last year, I too stopped looking to please everyone but instead looked for people who stimulated me mentally and who I could connect with , both intellectually and on a personal level. If I had issues f having my trust broken, I knew there were others like me and so did my best to be there for them instead and prove that there are still people worth investing in... if we are fools, let us be innocent fools togethers :)
Who said you have lost it? A writer can never lose it and your post is a proof. Very well written, I feel less to say anything more on this! Do be regular ;)
Suruchi,
Thank God, you are back. I was extremely worried. A very interesting post as many of us do try to study people, specially while travelling. If one can do both, read books and read people, time will fly.
Take care
Welcome back after the break, it's good to read you !
Liked your post, it's interesting to read you always. It's true books and people both tell stories, all we need is to understand what is hidden !
There was something else that I felt but I really dunno how to express in words :)
Take Care
Superb! You have done it once again Suruchi Di! After reading this, you left me speechless! One can make a short documentary on this. Excellent work! Take a bow :)
Su i have come back to your blog so many times, wondering did i miss an update.glad yu are back to the page. Does not matter what we have to think about others, what matters is , if it makes you happy..
You just wrote what i love doing listening and unfolding stories from everyone's life. So true each person is a mixture of so much rollercoaster of emotions. Once you start on that it is absolutely you intend to comfort , care for them and most importantly you want to stop whining about your sadness.
I ain't blessed with words like you are, yet just tried putting my feelings here.
Lovely post dear. Hope you are doing good. Would love to see you more often.
God bless
Tkcr
Welcome back.. and what a post.. the complexity of human emotions :D
Hey, I didn't know you too disappeared from online world or at least blogging. Mine hasn't been broken yet :-/
I believe people are books hich aren't finished, it's great to read them if one can. As someone who loves behavioural science, I can tell you reading people is much more fun than books, however books have a wider array of topics covered.
Welcome back :P
Tussi Awesome Ho! :) :)
Loved your post! :) :)
Have a Happy Life! :) :)
nice article
give someone a book and he will never write :-)
welcome back.
The comparision between books and people was really beautiful; one for the soul other for the soulmate. Too good
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nice post mrs :)
Incredible points. Great arguments. Keep up the great work.
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