After six marathon hours of reading while climbing stairs, travelling on the subway,in between tea breaks, during loo breaks, lunch breaks,crouching/bending/rolling over in foot numbing positions finally finished ‘catcher in the rye’. A wonderful book is all i can say bout it. It struck a chord. Wat’s with my reading choices these days every book I read I seem to like it. I’m some kind of a ‘falling head over heels in love with printed matter’ – whore. A good book is like a draining yet fulfilling relationship, me thinks. Sucks a lot of mental faculties outta me.
I put the book down it’s way past 10 pm I’ve been in this butt crunching position since 6 pm. Legs gone numb and refuse to budge. After tremendous mustering and wall holding pull myself up. experience blood flow resuming in the veins take a few steps to the front door and start running like forrest gump. stop after 0.2 miles huffing and puffing with heart beating, face going red and all. realize i’m wearing bata slippers and boxer shorts. instead or running back into the house continue walking. A cool breeze is blowing. The weather’s neither cold or warm;just perfect like lukewarm chai. So as I walk all these thoughts from the books keep bombarding me. They don’t seem to stop. Large Hardon collider in my head I say. Something Paulo Coelho said about fighting the second mind pops up in my head. Try to recollect all the accompanying jazz but memory blanks out. So I shout out aloud to the million thoughts vying for my attention ‘screw you guys I’m enjoying my walk’ As if by magic the mind turns into a sea of tranquility. Leaves seem to dance to the symphony of air, news papers fly about, traffic lights blink on and off, a few metal signs sway making clanking noises, neatly parked rows of cars, speeding cars, stopping cars, pass by the open window of my old room, the junta like always are huddled around a pc watching a movie laughing out aloud while taking mean bites out of their chapattis (some settings neva change, do they ?), discarded CRT monitors on the sidewalk, a pair of sneakers laced together and slung over the cable wires, a spotted cat crossing my way, smokers hanging around the deli store giving me seedy looks as I pass, that one stranger female whom I always keep running into while crossing roads. I just let these observations pass through my mind like water through porous clay. no mental sieve no judgments accepting people,things and nature as they are. Too much confusion arises when we try to discretize, like when I saw that CRT monitor on the sidewalk for a fraction of a second I began wondering about the physics behind it the crt tube, electron gun and all but gave up midway as it was too taxing on my scientifically challenged mind. Peace walk over, came home started cribbing with pal on how Ironman 2 sucks compared to Ironman 1. FML.
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.” ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 22, spoken by the character Holden Caulfield
p.s. ignore the improper placement of commas and all, like i said this piece wasn’t though out, it just wrote itself out 😀