Sunday, July 15, 2012

Our faithful sky

A smell of 'what now?' lingers in this room, and I don't know what to do with it. The heat doesn't help. I could go ahead and switch on the air condition, but lately I've been abit too dictatorial in imposing the air condition on the room that links to mine, so I'll pass tonight. Never mind that it's boiling in here. The temperature seems befitting to the strong transience floating about. Like all the relatives of discomfort agreed to arrive arm in arm.

My mind is being the annoying kid that wants to play when you're really not in the mood. It's giving me little snippets of thoughts. Giggling at my frustration. An unanswered email, an unpacked gift, an unplanned lesson. The flash of an acquaintance who needs to be given alittle more thought than she's getting. Three-quarters of a creamy chocolate cake sitting innocently on a refrigerator rack. Aliya in the air. Pictures of murdered children in Burma. The pimples on my cheeks.

What would really help at the moment is a thought-washing-machine. I'd unload all my mind's contents in there. Add in sweet-smelling conditioner. Watch through the tiny circle the cleansing of my thoughts. Wait. Then clear all out, and flop them one by one on a hanger to dry. Secure them with pegs. Just in case they try to slip away. And finally fold the dried refined scented thoughts neatly back into my mind.

Looking at the sky is comforting. It's 3 am and pitch-black outside, and I can hardly see it, but I know it's there. It somehow makes me feel better that the sky's seen more change than any beating heart. That he just stood there, being himself, while he looked down on eras changing. Dinosaurs and animals and humans taking turns in control. Through births and deaths of civilizations and world wars. Just stayed in his place, watching trends and fashions and mass crazes come and go. Observing strangers turning into friends, and friends turning into strangers. Staying the same old blue sky over all the changes, without even throwing a tantrum.

And then there's my grandmother who's been having the same day everyday for six years now. Waking up and going to bed at exactly the same time. Eating the exact same breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday at the exact same times. Asking the same questions at their prescribed times. I watched her today, seated at the dining table having her 13:30 meal. Everything in its set position. The two tissues placed neatly on the table, tissue box on the left, pills on the right, and date container in front. With its lid opened and tilted at at 45 degrees angle on its side. Just like it should always be. She starts with the dates, eating six of them and then placing the seeds on the two tissues. In neat pairs. She counts them, mouthing the numbers silently. 'Six' she declares. 'Yup, six dates'. My confirmation is acknowledged with a slow turn of the head and a blank stare. That's when the thought crossed my mind- that the sameness of her days to her is like the sameness of the sky to me. A comforting constant in an uncomforting world.





16 comments:

  1. It is really sad to see of what is Happening in Burma ....I don't know what's up with this world what is happening everywhere there is nothing but just an evil act going on

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  2. Loved your posting! Mine are more moments when so many thoughts come rushing in at once and what to do with them. Enjoyed reading your post.

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  3. I too sometimes wish there were a thought-washing machine, particularly those nights when the mind won't shut down and keeps yakking at me. Burma and Tibet... I just don't understand.

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  4. You write so well, Masha'Allah!

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  5. A lovely piece and a lovely read.

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  6. So when are you going to start writing a book? :p

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  7. Thought washing machine. Must have.

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  8. Wow, I love, love, love this :)

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  9. Chaotic world and your grandmommy's not-so-chaotic one.It's a beautiful comparison jee jee.

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  10. I really REALLY like the thought washing machine!
    What a beautiful post, as always :)

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  11. The idea of a 'thought-washing-machine' sounds FAB, G! Creativity galore!:D
    I guess I should consider making one for my final year project! :P

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  12. Your writing about your grandmother strikes a profound note with me. God bless you.

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  13. Such a touching post!! Especially the last paragraph :) I love how its the mundane things that keep us grounded.

    And apologies for a late ramathan kareem! :D

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  14. I enjoyed myself reading this, such a good post!

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  15. Thank you all for your lovely comments.

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  16. wooooooooooow!! You write so well!!! (masha'allah)
    x

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