Onions.

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)

26 thoughts on “Onions.

  1. 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!! 😀

  2. 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!

  3. 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..

  4. 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!!

  5. 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

  6. 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 !

  7. 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

  8. 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!!!

  9. 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

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