Of Sleeping Pills & Sanity

6 Jul

Lately, I am constantly aware of a feeling of spiraling doom. The city is converging on us, the times are fragmenting randomly, even coldly; it’s mayhem within and mayhem without and I’m up at nights, seeking that elusive ingredient that makes me believe it, the one abrasive incident, the cautionary tale, the warning of an impending apocalypse under a veneer of smooth normalcy, as people celebrate new bridges and governments and triumphs over parallel democracies.

I can’t shake it off, this sense of alarm, it bubbles in the pit of my core, and I am uneasy, jumpy and watching like a cornered hawk as the sensation rises to my throat and threatens to bring up howls of dark, viscous green at a pitch I cannot recognize as my own.

And in the midst of the mire, Yatra.com messages to tell me its rates are slashed and I should fly away. One-way tickets, my friends, couldn’t be better timed.

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12 Responses to “Of Sleeping Pills & Sanity”

  1. Aunty G July 6, 2009 at 1:09 am #

    screeeeeam!

  2. Orange Jammies July 6, 2009 at 1:11 am #

    Aunty G: You can’t say I didn’t warn you. 😀

  3. aneela July 6, 2009 at 4:46 am #

    methinks its the summer of everyone’s discontent

  4. Mamma Mia! Me a Mamma?!? July 6, 2009 at 9:40 am #

    Seriously yaar! Where is that book of yours? Just compile your scribblewick papers, throw in a plot and publish! You write so beautifully…even if it is about the End of Days.

  5. Nitya July 6, 2009 at 9:41 am #

    Sigh. Not what I should read on a Monday morning….

  6. maidinmalaysia July 6, 2009 at 1:43 pm #

    what is this
    something’s amiss
    aunty g can only scream
    OJ shake it off and say it’s only a dream

  7. Anamika July 6, 2009 at 9:17 pm #

    Oh lord!!! why am I reading so much more into this? Or was it meant to convey what I am getting?
    The fear to celebrate, of being caught unawares,again, the worthiness of seemingly worthy decisions. Are we being cynical for no reason?

  8. Orange Jammies July 6, 2009 at 10:51 pm #

    aneela: Et tu?

    M4: A book isn’t needed. Not yet, anyway.

    Nitya: My sentiments exactly, even as I hit publish.

    maidinmalaysia: Rhyme some more,
    Let the words pour,
    Even if it’s a ploy,
    To bring Aunty G some joy,
    Gotta make her heart soar!

    Anamika: Options:
    1. You’re following in Aunty G’s “happy posts only” footsteps.
    2. You’re bored because it’s Monday.
    3. You feel it too but aren’t sure you want to admit it. 🙂

  9. wordjunkie July 8, 2009 at 10:03 am #

    So fly, OJ, fly!!!

  10. Orange Jammies July 8, 2009 at 2:22 pm #

    wordjunkie: I feel like Forrest Gump with a rotor.

  11. Aunty G July 8, 2009 at 11:10 pm #

    Ah well, thank you, am now alright
    But, by golly, i did get a big fright
    That “one-way ticket”
    Made ME almost kick the bucket
    Suicides are a bane and a blight!

  12. Orange Jammies July 9, 2009 at 4:45 pm #

    Aunty G: A one-way ticket, my Aunty G,
    needn’t be in the metaphysical plane,
    You’re quite right there and I agree,
    that suicides are a pain.

    (And I’m aware that isn’t a limerick.)

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