Glimpses..
Floating along the Palatial and exquisite farmhouse of my friend, It was New years and we were all floating along the meandering house, People everywhere.. some of my friends playing snooker; loud shouts, cheers, faint discussions, all governed by the music in the background and the misty remains of smoke overhead.
One last sip of the Cranberry breezer and i wanted more..!
Setting out floating to get yet another breezer.. Lime or cranberry maybe getting myself to truly want one out of those and i settled for the Lime flavoured, chilled breezer.. first sip and i realised that it added the ting to the zing? Visuals were getting really intense at this point and i gulped the breezer trying to feel it but couldn't...! Walking out of the brightly lit kitchen into the exquisite and pattern filled Dining room. With its huge over head beams and an enornmous stone piece unpolished, unrefined; stood on the wall. admiring the colour-filled room and its little objects; my attention shifted to the dining table where two of my friends' friends the rasta sat..
There was an unusual silence there which i found really wierd because just in the other rooms were another group of the same rasta talking, laughing, drinking and making merry.. outside i could still hear the occasional shots from the snooker table; the vibe was everywhere but here.. sitting here they were just sitting quietly, one looking exceptionally bored and the other wearing a face of mixed emotions..
Just then my friend Rajiv passed by the dining hall and said "Dude, Look at the wall.." and he drifted off back to where he came from.. actually i neither saw him leave nor enter the place. My gaze shifted from the pregnant tension which was apparent at the table to the beautiful patterns and vividly green Ancient, probably mexican people and creatures jumping out of the stone piece on the wall and dancing.. A whole wave of emotions tookover me and i was lost yet one with the room, after what seemed like a lifetime i looked back at the table and the females were still sitting there.. it seems i had commented as to how 'Beautiful' the stone monolith was and all i got was a smirk from ips and a DOH! glance from Poo. Well they obviously didn't see the people dancing and making merry!
Just when i resumed my date with the monolith. Poo kinda spoke with a "I give up" tone to Ips "This was exactly how last new years was.." I was suddenly "awakened" by that statement as it wasn't something i expected really! Just the Ips spoke finally "yes, Varsh told me about it". My mind made up a series of its own stories in just these two statements which sounded undeniably alien to me.. i couldn't help but ask them what last new years was like...?
The bored, smirky looks did really point to something but what really i couldn't really comprehend..
Sitting there giving them my utmost attention to make them feel nice and get them back to the 'groove' maybe.. All in vain because inspite of the small laughs and the tit-bits the silence loomed large..
Poo said "This so doesn't feel like a New years time to me" Connecting to her vibe i understoood how their idea of a new years was more like a "Party Scene" which was the case here at the farm house till a few hours back when most of us went around the huge place and finally settled for a round of Chi's.. Coming back to a nearly non-existent party scene because the only people dancing were the plants.. The ipod taken over and it was time for psychedelia/blues/jazz session which obviously drove away any last whisps of the Party hope!
I tried my best to get these two females in question to be happy and actually live the feeling of this magical new years but they had some totally contradicting pictures in their own heads..
The ph levels that night remained high..
Maybe it was the last we saw of the rasta.. mayb we would see them again..
Sitting by the pool, watching the stars in the cloudless sky connect to each other, dance and shine bright and colorful.. the ocassional gasps escaped as to how beautiful it all was.. The night faded into morning with some Pt. Ravishakar to welcome the morning in the most divine way possible.. The sky changing colours by the minute before sunrise.. Dew-filled purple to a layer-filled range of purples and pinks and blues and greens.. One by one the sleepy people woke up to the call of the music. Aching heads, morning afters but a general hapiness which was a direct reflection from this beautiful morning of ours. Discontentment remained in everyone yet satisfaction and joy over-shadowed any remains of that..
We set out back to our homely shelters drained of all physical energy while the mind was still cruising around opening more doors..
One last sip of the Cranberry breezer and i wanted more..!
Setting out floating to get yet another breezer.. Lime or cranberry maybe getting myself to truly want one out of those and i settled for the Lime flavoured, chilled breezer.. first sip and i realised that it added the ting to the zing? Visuals were getting really intense at this point and i gulped the breezer trying to feel it but couldn't...! Walking out of the brightly lit kitchen into the exquisite and pattern filled Dining room. With its huge over head beams and an enornmous stone piece unpolished, unrefined; stood on the wall. admiring the colour-filled room and its little objects; my attention shifted to the dining table where two of my friends' friends the rasta sat..
There was an unusual silence there which i found really wierd because just in the other rooms were another group of the same rasta talking, laughing, drinking and making merry.. outside i could still hear the occasional shots from the snooker table; the vibe was everywhere but here.. sitting here they were just sitting quietly, one looking exceptionally bored and the other wearing a face of mixed emotions..
Just then my friend Rajiv passed by the dining hall and said "Dude, Look at the wall.." and he drifted off back to where he came from.. actually i neither saw him leave nor enter the place. My gaze shifted from the pregnant tension which was apparent at the table to the beautiful patterns and vividly green Ancient, probably mexican people and creatures jumping out of the stone piece on the wall and dancing.. A whole wave of emotions tookover me and i was lost yet one with the room, after what seemed like a lifetime i looked back at the table and the females were still sitting there.. it seems i had commented as to how 'Beautiful' the stone monolith was and all i got was a smirk from ips and a DOH! glance from Poo. Well they obviously didn't see the people dancing and making merry!
Just when i resumed my date with the monolith. Poo kinda spoke with a "I give up" tone to Ips "This was exactly how last new years was.." I was suddenly "awakened" by that statement as it wasn't something i expected really! Just the Ips spoke finally "yes, Varsh told me about it". My mind made up a series of its own stories in just these two statements which sounded undeniably alien to me.. i couldn't help but ask them what last new years was like...?
The bored, smirky looks did really point to something but what really i couldn't really comprehend..
Sitting there giving them my utmost attention to make them feel nice and get them back to the 'groove' maybe.. All in vain because inspite of the small laughs and the tit-bits the silence loomed large..
Poo said "This so doesn't feel like a New years time to me" Connecting to her vibe i understoood how their idea of a new years was more like a "Party Scene" which was the case here at the farm house till a few hours back when most of us went around the huge place and finally settled for a round of Chi's.. Coming back to a nearly non-existent party scene because the only people dancing were the plants.. The ipod taken over and it was time for psychedelia/blues/jazz session which obviously drove away any last whisps of the Party hope!
I tried my best to get these two females in question to be happy and actually live the feeling of this magical new years but they had some totally contradicting pictures in their own heads..
The ph levels that night remained high..
Maybe it was the last we saw of the rasta.. mayb we would see them again..
Sitting by the pool, watching the stars in the cloudless sky connect to each other, dance and shine bright and colorful.. the ocassional gasps escaped as to how beautiful it all was.. The night faded into morning with some Pt. Ravishakar to welcome the morning in the most divine way possible.. The sky changing colours by the minute before sunrise.. Dew-filled purple to a layer-filled range of purples and pinks and blues and greens.. One by one the sleepy people woke up to the call of the music. Aching heads, morning afters but a general hapiness which was a direct reflection from this beautiful morning of ours. Discontentment remained in everyone yet satisfaction and joy over-shadowed any remains of that..
We set out back to our homely shelters drained of all physical energy while the mind was still cruising around opening more doors..
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