Friday, June 24, 2005

We are Still Waiting

There we were, a bunch of guys
drinking and generally having a good time
in our favorite pub, when into
the reunion party walks
an old associate of ours.

“Look who is here !” we exclaim
and there is a lot of fake enthu,
shaking hands, back slapping…
The newcomer was whom
most of us contemptuously
referred to as the Rich Rasputin,
dressed in white like a politician.
New round of drinks is ordered,
to try to forget our envy of him.
RR was our most successful peer,
generally resented by most of us.
He was also once
my idol, in my gawky-eyed years*.
And that is why I am
the only one still
admiring him.

He however refuses to share
the spirits with us and we feel hurt.
And offended. It’s as sacrilegious
as refusing to break bread.
When there is a loud round of
indignant protests, he raises
his hand and says,
“Guys, I am trying to say
goodbye to all my vices…”
But why ? we ask .
“Well, I guess I’ve
had enough of them, to do
without for the rest of my
life…” he says philosophically.
Now I understand his
Swamiji like dress.
He does look enigmatic to me
as ever, whether while rolling in sin or
relinquishing the same.

“You mean you’re giving
up booze ?” someone asks
incredulously.
“And cigarettes,
and many more things…”, he smiles.
More groans of
collective disbeliefs
rend the air.

“Like some richie rich diamond
dealers in Gujarat who renounce their
incredible wealth, women and world
and go to the caves in the
Hima for the rest of their
lives?” some guy asks.
RR nods, “Almost.”
We feel bad. Here is a
guy who is a regular
Pg 3 Item and lives with
a gorgeous woman for
whom we would have
willingly traded all our
women put together
and he is planning to
leave everything.

For nothing.

Somehow, it is not an event
for us poor ordinary souls
to rejoice about, as you’ll see :

01. He had wallowed
in numerous luxuries earlier.
Now, he is going to subtract
the same.
Either way, he has
multiplied our miseries.

02. Why is it that he who has everything,
does not want them ?

03. Why is that those steeped in
sins want to become saints ?

04. Why is it that the vicest,
want to become the virtuoust?

05. Why should such weighty
thoughts arise to me only
in stupid bars ?

Life certainly is
unfair, unbalanced.

Then the Inverted Guy** speaks up.
“You are planning to give up all
your vices, you say ?” IG asks curiously.
Like IG was insinuating
that something was still left
to give up, to attain sainthood.
RR nods, already sagelike.
“Have you ever tried giving up lying?” IG asks.
RR looks nonplussed.
“Just try not to lie to yourself,” suggests IG,
“for an hour. A day.
A week. Then, come back to us.”
RR leaves, smiling and shrugging
his broad shoulders. Like it was the
easiest thing for him to do, and that
he would be back soon…

That was some six months ago...


* Being The Lackey, Nov 2003
** The Inverted Rainbow, July 2003

1 Comments:

Blogger Chay said...

That was another awesome poem there Siggs....

do u suppose he has reason to come back even if has been honest to himself?

Does he need the validation he came seeking anymore??

hmmmmm....saints and sinners are all alike eh!!

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