Monday, March 05, 2007

voices from behind

Composed: Wednesday, January 4, 2006,
Delivered: Monday, March 5, 2007

Dear FutureMe,
Unless he's in your life, he better be out of your head.


It's the feeling you get when you come across an old diary. You wonder what foreign tongue dribbled its ink in slashes and dashes here; the ascenders and descenders wiggling in sanskrit-samba on the page. You hold the paper within sticking distance of your contact lenses, as if mere proximity will decipher this marriage of rambling thought and tactility. And this for the next page and each page after.
Strange, the stranger one becomes as years tack off.
Invite a you from every year to a party, expect the room to spin with the eclectic meld of personality and characters.

And it was like this when an email from the past dropped into my gmail.
Saaleha circa early 2006.
Evidently, this chick had some issues at the time.
And when I read what "I" wrote back then, one of the voices in my head riposted, "eh?".
And the others guffawed when the memory-dam breached. "Oh. that."
(Embarrassed silence amplified in the little-monarchy-in-my-head)

And the fifty-cent epiphany:
The things we lose sleep over now, are the things we won't dream about in the future.
All will come to pass, even the issues that look set to fail us.

6 comments:

Fatima said...

Haha..4 January 2006...My birthday..and what did I do?
I watched Harry Potter! Woohoo!

Ok that's besides the point.
But a lot has changed since then and it's a lot crazier now than it was before.

That's why I don't like to keep diaries, as I often read them and wonder, "wth was I thinking?"
But it's good, as it makes you ponder the change that has overcome you..

thanks saals...this was great stuff...something i need to listen to right now...

SingleGuy said...

Very wise words indeed Ms. Bamjee. I once kept a journal as a very messed up high school student. When I discovered it again many years down the line, I was impressed by how well and how much detail I had written.

Blogging has become that outlet of creativity for me. I'm sure years from now when I read what I've written I might feel similarly to how you feel about your musings.

BTW. It was a Journal. Not a Diary. Boy's don't keep Diarys. Just like real men don't eat Quiche.

taqdeer said...

What a beautifull post. One can almost feel yesterday put it's hand on your shoulder when reading it.

:)

Skull Crusher said...

You beautiful girl you

Wow! Brilliant one Sally. Loved it. Yeah I did something like that once. Things always come back to bite you in the ass. I shall send me an email and cc you on it. See if it holds true when you read it

Love and kisses

Skull Crusher

Priya said...

"Every life is different becasue you passed this way and touched history." - The Poisonwood Bible

Bilal said...

interesting stuff.
i should have done something similar- could have been interesting!

Profane. Profound. What's your poison?