Saturday, July 07, 2007

sepia memories and absconding images...

the wall looked more dogged than yellow.years of rough weathering and corrosion had taken its toll and the structure bore a graphic testimony to the inclement times.the paint was peeling at some places.at others,cracks had devoloped and a trail of ants entered and exited them with impeccable synchronisation.
set against such deplorable background,the red spiral staircase offered a stark contrast.though the color had chipped occassionally, around the handrail,the stairway looked very bright amidst the peeling yellow wall and the daily din and bustle of the road overlooking it.
she did not live there.yet,te helixical stairway fascinated her much so that she kept coming back just to stare at it.once,she had even run her fingers along it but given the humdrum and activities on the road, never could muster enough courage to climb the steps.
she thought of it now.there was something in those stairs that intrigued her to no end.maybe the fact that she always wanted to know where it led.she knew that once she climbed it,the fantasy would be lost forever.and thus till this day,she nurtured her imagintaion simply gaping at it.it had been years since she first saw it and still the mystic red flight had a charming aura about it that captured her and took her to dizzy height everytime she pondered on it.
no one lived in that house.it stood there like an abandoned child.uncared.crumbling.and yet it clung to its uncanny familiarity.the wall had crumbled in a few places.naked brick showed through the dirty yellow parches.the cracks had widened with time.the red staircase had worn too.the paint had fallen in flakes and the rickety steps looked rustier than before.green creepers had adorned the rails and inspite of its wretched condition,in her eyes the spiral stairs still looked captivating.


the road was busier today.a motley crowd had thronged near the wall.and a deafening roar of machines and human voices rent the air.she squirmed through two burly men who stood there busy giving orders to the minions.
what she saw didnot astonish her much.the neighbourhood had been contemplating this for a long time now.the wall had been brought down and damp bricks and debris sat in mounds near their feet.the staircase still stood proud amidst the dusty rubble.
'so the staircase wouldnt be dismantled after all',she reasoned.
just then Burly gave sharp orders to one of the minions.his finger struck out pointedly at something.her eyes followed suit.a gleaming yellow bulldozer stood at a distance as if warming up before it pounced on its victim!
a nagging nostalgia wrenched her heart now.she just wanted to climb it once before it succumbed to the blows of the bulldozer and became a despicable mangle of iron.
convincing Burly hadnt been easy.Burly had been particularly irked by her repeated pleadings.surely,he couldnt make out what the big deal was.'they' never do.
the stairs were rickety and climbing them would only mean welcoming danger,Burly had grunted.but she pleaded on.
finally he had consented.the crowd had thickened.the whole place buzzed in delirium.
she took a deep breath before she started climbing 'it'.her limbs wobbled in excitement.the whole while she climbed,the crowd cheered on,but she heard or saw nothing.taking a step at a time,she ascended the steps quitely,her whole being shaking in trepidation.
she didnt know where it went.and you could see she wasnt prepared enough to come face to face with the reality.all the fantasies that she had woven around these stairs for so long could end in utter delusion.and she fretted she wouldnt be able to reckon with it.her random flights to neverland,her indulgent reveries and surreal trips were to end today and she hopelessly clung onto them.once she had reached the top,she stood there for a moment,closed her eyes and ran her fingers along the rail one last time and then descended with the same poise and dignity as before.

her fantasies behind her,she mingled with the frenzied mob and retracing her steps, walked away into oblivion...

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

the other day i was engrossed in the view from the window.
the red staircase....it was whirling its way t ascent..and the vision as if carried the spirit from the abyssal mourn...
WHAT A BRILLIANT POST U HAVE MADE..u have given life to that view!!!! and here's where u have done an unprecedented thing... making a ddocument bloom in the colours of imagination...

-kharap lok.

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

I saw this dream sometime back about this dilapidated building you describe.I think it was somewhere near park street.The bulldozers were ready outside.Your post reminds me of it.
Thanks to progress and modern architecture.One cant help but just cling on to our surrealistic memories.Its the red staircase and the cracked bricks.

Exceptionally marvellous,btw.

little boxes said...

"she" again??
hmm...nice

coffee stain said...

very random :P
pretty good!

Sorcerer said...

Hmmmm....

Anonymous said...

The fading white portico adorns
the blue peeling paint
of the old house.
It's one of many in the lane that you pass
looking for the old house.

Men stare at you with listless curiousness.
It's probably your attire,
You sink deeper into the fabric,
losing yourself in it,
becoming invisible.

Houses falling apart,
or being pulled down
to give way to new structures.
Somewhere here is the old house.
You can still smell the sour mango pickles
spread on its cemented terraces.
You can hear the vegetable vendor
outside the window,
his shrill, practiced cry.
You can still see feel
the cool dark floors
and see mother
cook delicacies on a Sunday afternoon.
Time often rewinds in your memories.

You finally reach the place.

But there is no house.
A stiff concrete
in on it's way up instead.
And suddenly,
it’s just the booming construction machines
that you can hear,
and the plaster that you can smell.
A bit of the old home lies
heaped in a corner...useless debris.

You turn back
to walk to the bus stop.

onnesha said...

@anonymous 'kharap lok',moo-lah,lil boxes,coffee stain,thank you!
@sorceror, hmmm back!
@inihos,ENCORE!my piece fades against your poetry.you expressed the feeling more intensely than i ever could.thank you!

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archetype said...

It's strange how we tend to relate to the most obscure of things, as if they have a will of their own, beckoning us into their small little world for cupcakes and tea, only to subtly deport us back to our rather 'holistic' surroundings, but never forgetting to etch a memory that lasts.

Clap clap clap.

Unknown said...

wah wah! wah wah!
horrid template,btw. kirom potty potty!

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

umm...hmmm...i kinda agree with yippie hippie!!!!.....:-P

Sujoy Bhattacharjee said...

Amazingly detailed...it is almost as if the inanimate staircase had a life of it own.IMHO though she shouldn't have climbed the steps.

BTW didn't respond to ur comment on the Someplace Else's gig. Sorry for that.

darkling said...

yess so we have read it and re read it and and am reading it again.....watevr has happened to ur 'she'....??get her to do smthngggggggg!!belly dance,body pierce,take her out shopping..do anythng and start blogging shessssssssshhhhh....!!