This Day That Age - Chapter One
June 2004: This was probably when I was at the peak of my mania. Confidence oozing out of evey pore in my body. So I started the brawl in Bike & Barrel; 16th of June I think. On the night of the 17th I'm in the Dublin at the Park Sheraton. Good barman, gooder waiters; Javed, Migilvaanan. Good time smoking & drinking with utmost discipline.
Sometime fairly early in the evening: "That's not the fire in my belly. It's just acidity. The fire though is in my head." (I order a Veg sandwich & TC Water).There's a girl that's dancing really well; other's are still trying, as I look down at the dancing floor. "How I wish the whole world would learn it this very instant." Imagine: the world's one huge disco & everyone is shaking it, as though in a trance; everyone unto his own world.
"I shook my head with a dispproving demeanor & a frown that was plain dirty."
" Am I growing old? That'll be good news. 'I' will soon be dead. Nothing will be left. Maybe 'I' will experience nothingness then. That's the catch - how do you experience nothingness as long as you are somebody. And when there is nothingness, nobody is there to experience it
22:08 hrs: "On my 4th drink. Full of energy, selective about music. The energy within me is so high have to shake my booty."
23:38 hrs: "I'm going through excessive sensory excretion; stimulating all my cells though exercise, & keeping my skin moist & sensitive. Removing trash? Yes!"
A good part July 2004 was spent in the Hyatt Regency, or those are the only moments that are recorded in the memory.
16th July 2004, 1920 Hrs:
On the window of Room #643, overlooking the setting sun& the birds returing home. Orange horizon, clera blue sky, all colors inbetween. Watching the sun go down, taking with it, the 33 years of my life on this planet. Tonight's like the New Moon night. The moon's there, but it's just that you can't see it. Tomorrow this soul shall take on another new identity, a new attitude, a new life if you insist.
Goodbye 33 years, wassup future. Here I come.
1923 Hrs: Silver lined clouds lit from the bottom by the sinking sun
1941 Hrs; Deep orange in the background, highlighting dark cumulus clouds
Sometime fairly early in the evening: "That's not the fire in my belly. It's just acidity. The fire though is in my head." (I order a Veg sandwich & TC Water).There's a girl that's dancing really well; other's are still trying, as I look down at the dancing floor. "How I wish the whole world would learn it this very instant." Imagine: the world's one huge disco & everyone is shaking it, as though in a trance; everyone unto his own world.
"I shook my head with a dispproving demeanor & a frown that was plain dirty."
" Am I growing old? That'll be good news. 'I' will soon be dead. Nothing will be left. Maybe 'I' will experience nothingness then. That's the catch - how do you experience nothingness as long as you are somebody. And when there is nothingness, nobody is there to experience it
22:08 hrs: "On my 4th drink. Full of energy, selective about music. The energy within me is so high have to shake my booty."
23:38 hrs: "I'm going through excessive sensory excretion; stimulating all my cells though exercise, & keeping my skin moist & sensitive. Removing trash? Yes!"
A good part July 2004 was spent in the Hyatt Regency, or those are the only moments that are recorded in the memory.
16th July 2004, 1920 Hrs:
On the window of Room #643, overlooking the setting sun& the birds returing home. Orange horizon, clera blue sky, all colors inbetween. Watching the sun go down, taking with it, the 33 years of my life on this planet. Tonight's like the New Moon night. The moon's there, but it's just that you can't see it. Tomorrow this soul shall take on another new identity, a new attitude, a new life if you insist.
Goodbye 33 years, wassup future. Here I come.
1923 Hrs: Silver lined clouds lit from the bottom by the sinking sun
1941 Hrs; Deep orange in the background, highlighting dark cumulus clouds
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