On Tuesday when the colors merged, suffused by brooding night; and the horizon was streaked with gloomy lines, I said my prayers and tired of talking to the lifeless bricks of my room, crossed the threshold of kitchen – with a lump in my heart, as if a novice.
It seemed eons ago that I last entered here. I opened the taps and listened to the water draining, it sounded as if I was crumbling in the filthy slush-pile of all the gratuitous insults. The waves crested near the gutter in the sink and I felt as if my spirits had been crashing in the saline beads, which haunt memories like receding water waves. I felt void, empty, shattered, broken and I tried to drown my sorrows in the ebb and flow. The trails of conscious memory resisted but faded away.
The serpent pierced its jaws in the preys flesh, and cherishes its blood. Nothingness lingered on my lashes. It evoked the undefined loneliness in me and I plumbed the depths of it. It was luring in a murky way. The morbidity ruled me and I surrendered to it. Whined because I had nothing to whine about.
Desperate, I chopped the onions, made the shami kababs and cried to my heart’s content.
Trumpets of death gloomily muffled. Hey, onions are the reason don’t blame me!
(I’ve been reading my old diary again, found this entry of late 2005. or maybe very early 2006. Please comment)
AMuslimMama 
It Seems Onions are very useful for you!! If Mr. Charlie Chaplin had the same genius like you!! he had not to wait for the Rain to Cry!! 😀
hehe! isnt it?
It was actually the onion piece that made me add one line to my about me, from where you have read it first. This piece was the inspiration :p
I was wondering if some one would notice the repetition and mentions! hmm!
wow…
i was reading and feeling and wondering why you were so low…
the onion thing was AMAZING..
as always..great work..
thanks sweet 🙂 I love it…. the way you had put it, Thankyou
Ah..this Onion thng is gr8..
I guess its really helpful to solve the pUrpose wen u wana shed those tears but cant find the reason..;)
Keep sMilinG..
hehe thankyou Charu 🙂
hey gr8 work.. and congratulations.. u’ve been bookmarked!!
never thought onions can put u into such depression.. 😛
oh thankyou Attila 🙂
nice work..
i like it a lot:)
with a lot of emotions
emotions, yes, why not? Thankyou vaisakh p s 🙂
A detailed description of chopping onions. But then I know it has more to it. You can write some real good literature.
btw Shammi Kebabs……**droooooll**
I wonder when will I get to have em 😦
anyway, Cheers!!
Nice post 🙂
Espcially the first few lines,Touched
Oh and ya
check this link please
LInk
Rock, Thanks 🙂
Tushhar, I’m honored 🙂
Hey! Really nicely written!!!
Seriously, even though everyone’s already said it but I loved the onions part too….
sweet!
kika, thankyou 🙂
Wow!Very well written 🙂
Onions do that to me all the time!
thankyou sameera!!
Hey Asbah, thanks for visiting my blog, this is the transliterated version of my last post. Enjoy!
kuchh khyaalaat
dostii
dushman kaa dushman, hameshaa dost nahii hotaa
har dost kii yaarii, men miithaapan nahii hotaa
paisaa
nahii hotaa he khush majanoo, paiso kii rishvat se
nahii hotaa he bhookh kaa mitaavaa, paiso ke bagair
shikshaa
paraajit kiye bagair guru ko, shikshaa kaa len puraa nahii hotaa
santaan se paraajit huye bagair, shikshaa daan puraa nahii hotaa
vriksh
nahii hotaa he ghar puraa, vriksh kate bagair
nahii hotaa he sansaar kaa chalan vriksho ke bagair
yuddh
bin yuddh lade, paap kaa vinaash nahii hotaa
yuddh ladke, koee nuksaan se vanchit nahii hotaa
madiraalay
nahii hotaa he asar madiraalay kaa, bin galii men maarapiit ke
nahii hotaa he akelaapan door, bin usame vakt gujaare
laat
kisii vidyaarthii kaa abhyaas, laat khilaane se nahii hotaa
kisii chor kaa ghar se bedakhal, laat khaaye bagair nahii hotaa
jmiin
nahii hotaa he kisaano kaa duhakh door, bin jmiin ke
nahii hotaa he amiiron kaa duhakh door, jmiin ke saath
phon
bin phon kaa din puraa nahii hotaa
phon hone pe bhii, din puraa nahii hotaa
bhojan
nahii hotaa hain bin bhojan kiye, aadamii khush
nahii hotaa hain aadamii khush, bhojan ke saath bhii
samajadaar
samajadaar insaan, kabhii apane aap men sanpoorn nahii hotaa
lekin oopar ke udaaharan likhanevaalaa, bevakooph bhii to nahii hotaa
thankyou Attila 🙂
Asbah -There ae a few days when this happens, this morbid allusion to mundane everyday chores, and this sudden twist, and oh, you write very well. But you shouldnt have blamed the shammi kababs..poor things..blameless souls..When are they being couriered to me ?
You write very well, and as always, the end makes the whole sequence right. I LOVED the way you described the water in the sink !
lol!!
that was a nice read! if not fo d ending i wud hav been crying myself 😛
ha ha ha…another one of your masterpieces asbah…real good…..no flaws whatsoever and no need for the Mr. Editor. Too good…the onion bit was like a bolt out of the blue
weird, God I was waiting urs 🙂
Gunj, thankyou!
Sandeep… of course!! of course waiting yours too.. u know that na?
onions or no onions, this analogy was brilliant…”I opened the taps and listened to the water draining, it sounded as if I was crumbling in the filthy slush-pile of all the gratuitous insults. The waves crested near the gutter in the sink and I felt as if my spirits had been crashing in the saline beads, which haunt memories like receding water waves.”…no two ways abt it!!!
🙂
hey u shld watch that movie … n like many u will get mesmerized with the depth in the char… n thanks forn ur comments … as always i love ur varied thoguht process ..w as reading thru ur profile .. never heard anyone write .. ” my mind is preg with …” … wow never tht is this way … tk care