My wrist watch (a Piaget gifted recently to me by one of my aunts) shows 5.45 A.M. Am sitting in the balcony of my house, (the dawn is breaking, its early morn) and sipping my yet another failed attempt at making coffee, although this time i think i should have paid more attention to the date on the milk carton rather than the amount of coffee powder. And the reason am up so early? I was reading Prisoner of Birth (Jeffery Archer), which i finished by 5.15, then lolled around on the bed for half an hour hoping sleep would come, got tired of waiting, switched on the lap, put some music on, made (read tried) coffee, sat in the balcony, and then finally thought might as well write something down. So basically, i haven't slept all night (noting unusual there though).And now i have been staring at the screen for the past 5 min. , completely at loss as what to write. It's 8 min now. :P
As the moments pass by, i still sit and stare at the screen – completely devoid of thoughts or rather too full of them. Off late i have had difficulty in differentiating between the two. Suddenly my anti-virus notification pops-up, reminding me that my license has expired. All i have to do to get rid of this pop-up is click on "remind me later". And i can't help but wish even life was this simple.
Its 6.20A.M and still no sign of sleep (and am inclined to yet again blame this on the coffee). And since nothing seems to be in my head which i need penned down , i guess i will now go and catch a game or two of DOTA. And hope when i later return and read this post, am not inclined to delete it.
Anathema. I don't know but for some reasons i have always loved this word. And i have always wondered how such a beautiful word could have just the opposite meaning. I mean how could someone ascribe so unsavoury a meaning to so poetic a word (exaggerating!! naah i don't think so.)? What was he/she thinking? This word could have so easily meant something positive, something sacred, something beautiful. No No..think of it. For example: "Aahh what an Anathema those eyes were! I wish i could keep looking into them forever" or "The Anathematic view from the top of the mountain took my breath away" or or "Beta, Anathema..How was our day at school today". I would have so loved to give my daughter this name (if and when i had one i.e.), but for some lunatic's whims and fancies (well to come to think of it, this whole thing might just be one of my whims and fancies, but then since its mine i guess i have the liberty to ignore it..:P).
So i did some research on the origin of this word and voila, it turns out i was right (or atleast partially).The word has Greek origins and it originally meant something lifted up as an offering to God, or in other words, something Sacred . But somehow later, with evolving meanings, it came to mean denounced, cursed, etc etc.(and here i thought evolving means tending to something better...) For more, click here.
But after learning this, i guess i don't really care what it means now. I was right about this word all along. Although i think i still can't name my daughter that.. L
And here's something before i end this post
"Its such an Anathema (read curse) that a word as Anathematic (read sacred) as Anathema should have evolved to acquire such an An/Un- Anathematic meaning."
What say eh!!!
It was 5.30 in the morning. He tried to search for his phone on the bed, so that he could stop the "departed" soundtrack screeching out as his alarm. He looked out through his room's window, it was drizzling.He thought for a moment to chuck the plan of going to station, but then he had to be there to recieve her. The train wasnt expected till 8, but the bus leaving for staion left at 6 and if he missed that, he would not get another one till 8. He put on a T-shirt and kept an ironed shirt in the bag, into which he could change once he reached the station. Afterall, how would she hug him if he was bedraggled!No umbrella you see. The bus would have taken him till the station, but he got off a good 2-3 km before, there were no flower shops near the station.
He had been planning this for days. He would pick her up from the station, they would go for a breakfst buffet at the town's most upbeat restaurant, catch a movie or go shopping. In effect, just spend some time alone with each other before they met their other friends. They were meeting after 2 months afterall.
Flowers bought, he started walking towards the staion. He couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. If just the thought of meeting her made him so happy, what would happen when he actually did. He was already drenched from head to toe and was wondering if the restaurant would allow him to enter even after he changed into the shirt. By the time he walked upto the staion, it was already 7.30. He decided to call her up. She had asked him to wake her up half an hour before the train reached the station.It took two calls to do so. And what she told him, made him realize how very stupid he had been.
The train which was supposed to leave the starting station at around 10 p.m had not done so till 4 a.m.Why hadnt he called the railway enquiry before leaving. Why. Indian railways wasn't famous for no reasons! The excitement of meeting her had clouded his sensibilities.But then when had he been sensible ever in his life.
Ironies of life you see.
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