The Taste of Ignorance
A sound broke the silence of the neighbourhood. Arav fumbled with a rectangular gadget. A press on the button to its left, the noise stopped. Precisely after nine minutes the noise called in again, but this time Arav was on his feet.
He had woken up.
It had been a month long of arduous advice by his parents. "Do something, kid", his father used to cringe. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror?"
"It’s not about looks", his mother reflected. "Its about health!!"
"I am trying!” was his usual involuntarised reply.
Arav, still in his boyhood always dreamt to put his desires into actions but procrastination as always had been a thief of his time. But today was not going to be 'those' days. He was hell-bent to put things to work.
‘A Perfect day for Showtime.’ he whiffed the beautiful morning's air. It was not easy to wake up in the early hours of today's morning when sleep came more with an emotional ease, but Arav’s nonchalance was simply imperturbable. After all today was his day. He had gone to sleep with repeated 'wake up at 6' chants to ensure it was executed to perfection. This was a hypothetical psychology of motivation that he believed, things work when yearned repeatedly. 'Who cares about psychology', Arav thought. He had woke up, and that's what mattered.
His head held high, he walked to brush his teeth. A small glance from his parents, Arav understood that Pop was surprised, his Mom satisfied. The flow continued until he was dressed up in trax and t-shirt with a newly bought Reebok shoes especially for today's morning.
"Coffee!" he called to his Mom. She came with a glass of Milk.
"I hate Milk", he winced looking into the glass.
"You must have bought powder yesterday?” his Mom questioned.
Arav looked on with a feeling of guilt.
“Drink!” the expression sterned on his Mom’s face.
He gulped the milk with hardened eyes and thumped the glass on the table. It was still half-full.
“What’s with the other half?” his Mom questioned.
“I don’t like it!” he refused flatly.
“You can’t go with an empty stomach!” she warned.
“I know to take care of myself!” he antagonized and munched into him chips and biscuits from the kitchen.
She stared at him with angry eyes. The house-keeper was ordered to take the rest of the milk to the backyard.
His father peeked out of his Newspaper with a sarcastic smile, but Arav put it away.
He was not willing to look bowed down. It was an eerie atmosphere of unwarranted heroism.
And all for a day's Morning walk!
*****************
He walked through the gates - mobile in his hand and an 'Adidas' cap fitted perfectly on his head. "Walk comes so easily in the mornings", he said to himself. He smiled with inner triumph at his mother who closed the gates behind him. His slow walk steadied at the thought of Kkrish who had promised to accompany him, waiting at the stadium. He took the foggy road to reach the stadium. The place had a serene ambience with trees adorned on either side of the walk-path. He looked at people who paced through the walk-path with fiery thrust. They seemed so enthusiastic about a walk which they had been doing their entire lives. But now with his obese body, it seemed all the more essential to him.
He surveyed the area for his friend, but there was no sign of Kkrish. He sat on a bench moist with dew, the chillness of which put in a new energy into him. With Kkrish still not making it, he stood and decided to start on his own. He put his foot into the mechanical motion along his unknown colleagues. A few minutes later his body seemed to respond. He was feeling heavy. Trinkets of sweat emerged from his forehead and made its way to the neck. Calories started to burn, the fresh air bared its heat. He started feeling the stickiness of his shirt. But Arav had decided. With desire to reduce fuelling his actions, at the forte of determination he walked. Kkrish seemed to be the last thing in his mind.
For 10 minutes, Arav had walked in perfect circles. When he stopped he could feel his consciousness drifting into the continuum. He panted, and sat down on a Stonehenge. Legs were starting to ache. The weight of his body seemed to find rest on his poor two pillars of balance. His inner organs cluttered into a state of discomposure. His head hung down into tiredness. As he glanced into the walk-path the 'walkers' poked a feeling of defeat into him. He did not want to give up easily. His favourite theory of psychology hit him again.
"Walk", he said and stood up.
"Walk", he said and paced.
"Walk....Walk....Walk....", it seemed to work...he was back into action.
The first lap seemed the easy way. He strode it with his 40 inch hip swaying gracefully to the viewer behind. The Walk was almost getting into the groove of expertise when a glint from the sun created a flurry in his eyes and he went blacked-out for a couple of seconds.
"First-Timer", he consoled himself.
A deep sensation of nausea hurt his wind-pipe. He choked for a second and water moistened his eyeball. He considered.
"Walk...Walk...Walk...” he chanted.
But things seemed not to improve.
"What’s happening?!” frustration overwhelmed, as he saw a 100 kg man striding past him with zeal.
Suddenly 'Morning walk' seemed to be the most demanding job in the world. He began to feel the pain, from his shoulders to his calf. The developments confused him. Eyes were getting drowsy. The mind was getting topsy-turvy. He found it hard to complete the lap. However, he continued.
Within a hundred yards he stopped, mouth twitched and he vomited. He flipped onto the sideway and hit on a stone. The pain seared to his eyes. A hassled rainbow faded as he closed his eyes.
*****************
"Ouch!” Arav yelled at the top of his voice in the soft couch he was laid on.
"Don't worry, it’s just a swollen Bone", consoled his Mom
"Not the Bone", he heaved a heavy breath "My tummy's hurting like hell"
"Probably you over-exerted!” said Kkrish standing nearby.
'Is 10 minutes an exertion?!!’ Arav reflected.
"Hmmm….", he said with weak anger "You people forced me for walks and now, it’s me with all the agony!"
"Walks don’t cause stomach aches, son", chipped in his father. Arav stared weakly.
“Didn’t listen to Mom... Went with an empty stomach…” he continued
“I didn’t”, justified Arav.
“Must have had the milk fully”
“I did have some chips instead”
“Chips!?...You’ve got a wonderful sense of Diet control!!” his voice toiled in sarcasm.
"He's already hurt. Is this the time for arguments?” Mom cut in the rebuke.
"Actually...” Pop hesitated.
"The sun might have caused him!"
"It could not have hurt an ant!!”
She looked at him undecided what to speak.
“It’ll be ‘Food on Time-Table’ hereafter”, he said glancing at Arav.
"Fine!” she conceded, “Let him rest. I've given him a pain-killer. We'll go check up with the doctor later this evening”
His father nodded stoically.
"And one more thing...” she added "Don’t force him on walks again!!".
His father looked on, bowled over.
*****************
Arav lay on the couch, hand over his tummy. The pain was slowly subsiding. The drowsiness was taking over. A hazy draft of today having him sleeping cozily on the bed and waking at the late hours of the fore-noon with breakfast ready on the table swept his thoughts.
‘Morning walks are healthy?’ he asked himself.
“Not for me!!” he decided.
The untouched taste of ‘eggs and soup’ vibrating his taste buds watered his eyes.
“I'd rather burst like a balloon than stepping foot into the act of exercise again!” he cursed with anguish. He stared at the ceiling for sometime, and then shrugged.
“Sleep....Sleep....Sleep”, he repeated as he drifted into peace.
As he passed into relief a cat in his backyard lay sprawled to the ground writhing its body in agony. It wabbled its tongue in a sensation of Nausea and was fighting hard to overcome the seizure. The morning breakfast had caused it some adverse effects. The creature jerked with uneasiness. As it turned its torso the paws struck on its feeding bowl spilling white traces of Milk!
- TIPU U V
He had woken up.
It had been a month long of arduous advice by his parents. "Do something, kid", his father used to cringe. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror?"
"It’s not about looks", his mother reflected. "Its about health!!"
"I am trying!” was his usual involuntarised reply.
Arav, still in his boyhood always dreamt to put his desires into actions but procrastination as always had been a thief of his time. But today was not going to be 'those' days. He was hell-bent to put things to work.
‘A Perfect day for Showtime.’ he whiffed the beautiful morning's air. It was not easy to wake up in the early hours of today's morning when sleep came more with an emotional ease, but Arav’s nonchalance was simply imperturbable. After all today was his day. He had gone to sleep with repeated 'wake up at 6' chants to ensure it was executed to perfection. This was a hypothetical psychology of motivation that he believed, things work when yearned repeatedly. 'Who cares about psychology', Arav thought. He had woke up, and that's what mattered.
His head held high, he walked to brush his teeth. A small glance from his parents, Arav understood that Pop was surprised, his Mom satisfied. The flow continued until he was dressed up in trax and t-shirt with a newly bought Reebok shoes especially for today's morning.
"Coffee!" he called to his Mom. She came with a glass of Milk.
"I hate Milk", he winced looking into the glass.
"You must have bought powder yesterday?” his Mom questioned.
Arav looked on with a feeling of guilt.
“Drink!” the expression sterned on his Mom’s face.
He gulped the milk with hardened eyes and thumped the glass on the table. It was still half-full.
“What’s with the other half?” his Mom questioned.
“I don’t like it!” he refused flatly.
“You can’t go with an empty stomach!” she warned.
“I know to take care of myself!” he antagonized and munched into him chips and biscuits from the kitchen.
She stared at him with angry eyes. The house-keeper was ordered to take the rest of the milk to the backyard.
His father peeked out of his Newspaper with a sarcastic smile, but Arav put it away.
He was not willing to look bowed down. It was an eerie atmosphere of unwarranted heroism.
And all for a day's Morning walk!
*****************
He walked through the gates - mobile in his hand and an 'Adidas' cap fitted perfectly on his head. "Walk comes so easily in the mornings", he said to himself. He smiled with inner triumph at his mother who closed the gates behind him. His slow walk steadied at the thought of Kkrish who had promised to accompany him, waiting at the stadium. He took the foggy road to reach the stadium. The place had a serene ambience with trees adorned on either side of the walk-path. He looked at people who paced through the walk-path with fiery thrust. They seemed so enthusiastic about a walk which they had been doing their entire lives. But now with his obese body, it seemed all the more essential to him.
He surveyed the area for his friend, but there was no sign of Kkrish. He sat on a bench moist with dew, the chillness of which put in a new energy into him. With Kkrish still not making it, he stood and decided to start on his own. He put his foot into the mechanical motion along his unknown colleagues. A few minutes later his body seemed to respond. He was feeling heavy. Trinkets of sweat emerged from his forehead and made its way to the neck. Calories started to burn, the fresh air bared its heat. He started feeling the stickiness of his shirt. But Arav had decided. With desire to reduce fuelling his actions, at the forte of determination he walked. Kkrish seemed to be the last thing in his mind.
For 10 minutes, Arav had walked in perfect circles. When he stopped he could feel his consciousness drifting into the continuum. He panted, and sat down on a Stonehenge. Legs were starting to ache. The weight of his body seemed to find rest on his poor two pillars of balance. His inner organs cluttered into a state of discomposure. His head hung down into tiredness. As he glanced into the walk-path the 'walkers' poked a feeling of defeat into him. He did not want to give up easily. His favourite theory of psychology hit him again.
"Walk", he said and stood up.
"Walk", he said and paced.
"Walk....Walk....Walk....", it seemed to work...he was back into action.
The first lap seemed the easy way. He strode it with his 40 inch hip swaying gracefully to the viewer behind. The Walk was almost getting into the groove of expertise when a glint from the sun created a flurry in his eyes and he went blacked-out for a couple of seconds.
"First-Timer", he consoled himself.
A deep sensation of nausea hurt his wind-pipe. He choked for a second and water moistened his eyeball. He considered.
"Walk...Walk...Walk...” he chanted.
But things seemed not to improve.
"What’s happening?!” frustration overwhelmed, as he saw a 100 kg man striding past him with zeal.
Suddenly 'Morning walk' seemed to be the most demanding job in the world. He began to feel the pain, from his shoulders to his calf. The developments confused him. Eyes were getting drowsy. The mind was getting topsy-turvy. He found it hard to complete the lap. However, he continued.
Within a hundred yards he stopped, mouth twitched and he vomited. He flipped onto the sideway and hit on a stone. The pain seared to his eyes. A hassled rainbow faded as he closed his eyes.
*****************
"Ouch!” Arav yelled at the top of his voice in the soft couch he was laid on.
"Don't worry, it’s just a swollen Bone", consoled his Mom
"Not the Bone", he heaved a heavy breath "My tummy's hurting like hell"
"Probably you over-exerted!” said Kkrish standing nearby.
'Is 10 minutes an exertion?!!’ Arav reflected.
"Hmmm….", he said with weak anger "You people forced me for walks and now, it’s me with all the agony!"
"Walks don’t cause stomach aches, son", chipped in his father. Arav stared weakly.
“Didn’t listen to Mom... Went with an empty stomach…” he continued
“I didn’t”, justified Arav.
“Must have had the milk fully”
“I did have some chips instead”
“Chips!?...You’ve got a wonderful sense of Diet control!!” his voice toiled in sarcasm.
"He's already hurt. Is this the time for arguments?” Mom cut in the rebuke.
"Actually...” Pop hesitated.
"The sun might have caused him!"
"It could not have hurt an ant!!”
She looked at him undecided what to speak.
“It’ll be ‘Food on Time-Table’ hereafter”, he said glancing at Arav.
"Fine!” she conceded, “Let him rest. I've given him a pain-killer. We'll go check up with the doctor later this evening”
His father nodded stoically.
"And one more thing...” she added "Don’t force him on walks again!!".
His father looked on, bowled over.
*****************
Arav lay on the couch, hand over his tummy. The pain was slowly subsiding. The drowsiness was taking over. A hazy draft of today having him sleeping cozily on the bed and waking at the late hours of the fore-noon with breakfast ready on the table swept his thoughts.
‘Morning walks are healthy?’ he asked himself.
“Not for me!!” he decided.
The untouched taste of ‘eggs and soup’ vibrating his taste buds watered his eyes.
“I'd rather burst like a balloon than stepping foot into the act of exercise again!” he cursed with anguish. He stared at the ceiling for sometime, and then shrugged.
“Sleep....Sleep....Sleep”, he repeated as he drifted into peace.
As he passed into relief a cat in his backyard lay sprawled to the ground writhing its body in agony. It wabbled its tongue in a sensation of Nausea and was fighting hard to overcome the seizure. The morning breakfast had caused it some adverse effects. The creature jerked with uneasiness. As it turned its torso the paws struck on its feeding bowl spilling white traces of Milk!
- TIPU U V
posted by Tipu U V at 11:03 AM
10 Comments:
superb.. sama vettinu theriyudhu... try writtin a book...
gr8 writing da...u got a touch of J.D. Salinger in you..
i couldnt judge till i read the last line.. good one da.. lookin forward to more works from u.
u r crazy!!
spellbound. awesome. no more words. hehe..good da..i dunno like who u write but u do write well...so..try writing a book...
The human body - nothing more than soft tissue (a couple of layers of skin rather cells) covering an inner skeletal structure (the bones). We try to do everything possible to make sure that we are happy (*pain free life). But, still a few of us are ready to go through 'hard times' just to be 'perfect'. All that shit for what the society (some 3rd grader from the street who called you fatso) and a few people called doctors and nutritionists consider 'perfect'. The human psyche is so screwed up in its fundamentals. We want everything! But unfortunately nature comes with a price tag; pain free or fat free (*extra).
simply superb da..keep the gud work going!!
your writing is good. but not good enough for a book though :D
cud nt judge till i read the last line.......
nice writing.......to be frank amaizing......but i feel u must avoid usin brand names such as 'adidas' n 'rebok'.... i cant judge more cos u r any day.. a better writer than me..:)- shika
cud nt judge till i read the last line.......
nice writing.......to be frank amaizing......but i feel u must avoid usin brand names such as 'adidas' n 'rebok'.... i cant judge more cos u r any day.. a better writer than me..:)- shika
Not a bad attempt dude ... The ending was pretty good ... I felt you could concentrate a bit more on the flow. Sentences seemed to be a bit on the shorter side... While short sentences add a sense of style wen used sparingly, frequent use tends to give the post an amateurish feel... One thing which was consistent throughout the narrative was the descriptive feel which is actually pretty good considering that what is being described is a comparatively trivial situation (walking)... this descriptive feel lends it a touch of imagination which is extremely good to read... The ending was highlight though ... I frankly didnt see it coming :) ... Overall a pretty good post da ... try and avoid the small grammatical creeps next time
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