Thursday, May 28, 2009

Maybe it is written

1. That i will go to one particular college
2. That NEM and I couldn't stay together
3. That rose and ruby really hit it off
4. That the deserving got into the iit merit list
5. That i flunked my drivers test
6. That wolvy showed up

Friday, May 01, 2009

Ichayan

His eyes are blue, hard crystals. They sparkle with a youth that his wrinkles betray. In our land where eyes take shades of muddy black and brown, his are unusual and beautiful. He doesn't smile often. But when he does, you can see he was breathtakingly handsome in his youth. A fair, blue eyed romeo of his time. I don't know his past but every fold of his skin says a story to me that overwhelms me. Without saying a words, he tells me that his life has been full. He did everything he's wanted to. He's made money, lost it, made a family, seen them grow up, traveled and met people and i can tell he has no regrets. His gait is one of confidence and he walks strong, unlike his years. Even at the age of maybe ninety, Ichayan swims, he eats chocolate and poori masala like a man in his twenties. It fascinates me when he says without even an ounce of sadness that his days are numbered. It makes me laugh when he does this little thing where he sticks his tongue out like a snake and licks his lips. He doesn't even know he's doing it, and when i ask, he tells me he doesn't know what I'm talking about. And then he does it again. He speaks rarely, mostly only when spoken to. He minces his words, but there's so much he says with his eyes and his thousands of wrinkles that maybe words couldn't say anyway.