Monologue. Monotone.Miserable little vacuum. And all those divide by zeros and neg infinites.
Vacuum is a funny thing, Rather, the lack there-of.. Nature abhors it. Physics avoids it. Math just fails to consider it. And yet, like an indomitable force that pervades the universe… And gets fine dust particles out of the car seat.
It’s been a while since I wrote something without either ROI, someone from UX or a peer-review process to worry about. To be honest, I had to google what “indomitable” meant.. That long!
A would have known. She is generally a genius of sorts when it comes to these things. She would have known the meaning even if that was a word I just made up.
I am not really too fond of using initials in posts. Me? I would rather quote “Mrs.A”… But A says that’s how its done, and that’s how it shall be.
A is adamant. If she were to be crowned emperor she would decree Dosa’s for morning, noon and night. Make that the benne masala at CTR. Her choices generally tend to be excellent so it does best to agree.
Disagreements, though, are fun. Inspiring, educative and really the only way a game-playing, work-doing, bullshit-adiching arse like me would ever get my news. But fun,without doubt. A speaks with passion.When she points the flaws in Anna’s fast, or the economic falterings, or just the quality of samosa’s down her alley, you can see her face flush with pride and emotion.
Quite obviously then, A loves Chennai. I used to like the city myself.My grand-dad’s dad forgot to mention the village he came from to his son, so all I have for”what is your native?” is a rusty hospital in Rangarajapuram, in a rusty corner of Chennai.
I don’t like it all that much these days though. You would think weather, or economy or traffic. Rather not quite. Of the recent few, I have grown to despise it… Like you would the villain that kidnaps your damsel.
A is music. Just listening to her sing would teleport one to a different universe, and you will have to push yourself pretty hard in distraction, lest all but the bodily you gets lost in the hyperspace of multiple harmonics superimposed with just the right functional notions, acting like the Almighty bar magnet, polarizing the mind into a single flow of hypontic wonderment. In other words, she is Awesome.
With respect to music, I know precious little and understand even lesser. From a negative zillion gazzilion, to a point now where I can at least appreciate the nuances of an RTP (A still has to tell me which is the R, the T and the P) is testimony to how addictive A can be.
A is a great teacher. A friend. And beyond all else, in lieu of this getting mushy-mushy, just the sight of her can do wonders.Or just screaming her name a thousand times, for her to come running in, and have nothing really to say except the same thing I already did 37 times. Or me drive off lizards from the room and be championed by A for a half hour.
Every moment is life brimming up. Vacuum is not. I wish the great Tata’s just stuck to tea and coffee and hotels and everything else and steered clear of IT. 47.
