Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

notes taken on the inside of a book on a boring flight

Posted on | May 17, 2009 | No Comments

well,here i am sitting in a flying tube of metal,which is floating through the air at 30000 feet, or what ever is they height they float at.cruising,i believe is the term.i dont have much respect for airplanes rides, as such…just a bus on drugs is what i think of it…gimme a nice aircooled train journey anyday.and airplane journeys have their moments…like this one,which shake my faith in the normal good taste and rationality of the human race…the current impulse comes from the guy sitting next to me…the first phrase that came to my mind when i saw him was “The Horror!”

Man is a symphony in white, with middling overtures of gold…white trousers,white shirt,white cap,white socks,white hanky,and even white leather shoes…and he has enough gold on him that its a wonder the plane can take the weight…gold chains…gold rolex watch,gold bracelets on both the other wrist,gold rimmer cartier sunglasses…i didnt know bloody cartier made sunglasses too!and he is such a pain in the you-know-where…but at least i have the window seats,and the view makes up for even the torture of having him sit next to me…

the clouds look even more beautiful from up here than from down below.different shapes shining in the sun’s light…brilliant white with indefatigable shadows of black cropping up, being wiped out and cropping up again…it looks like someone was there up there,hanging them with a thread and switching on and off the lights inside them. and ooh the shapes they take…hulking hippos,crouching elephants,floating alligators and flying pigs!!most of all, the clouds seen from above resemble hippos or alligators swimming in a dark pond with only their noses and hump visible out of the water…lethal with a menacing crouch,but very beautiful nevertheless…and there are millions of them,as far as i can see, stretched to the horizon which is a beautiful light blue gently seguing in the inky blue sky up above..

and then there is this lot which looks like rocks projecting in a calm,millpond flat,inky sea…and then there is one that looks like a bespectacled crocodile…the wonders never cease…such beauty!!!

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