Chanelising Madness… There was no focus…Cant remain on a thought, Cant stay put on a task…There was restlessness, craziness…Loud song playing in the background…she rose from before the computer and danced before the mirror….her phone beeped, drowning itself in the loud music…not that shed pick!
She played with the volume…Loud, Louder, Loudest….suddenly muffled…silence…. ‘Silence was a part of music’, this she knew, believed and experienced. This game in rhythmic patterns of 2, 4, 6 and 1, 3 , 7…she amused herself with it wondering just how much the volume, Intensity that her ears heard changed the whole perspective…a whole new feeling!
Six times differentiating the volume was difficult; it needed more focus, balance and flexible hand movement. She did it! The rhythm synchronized with the volume control…it felt a bit like DJing but she dint add any other rhythm, only the volume fluctuated to give a new emotion each time… Yes, only the volume, the sound well quantized reaching her ears at different times… ….after all, volume was just quantizing sound. She wondered how this was so much a factor for Great music, taken for granted! This picture, she could relate to a paper all ready to be written while the words formed, pausing at places….They paused, but the papyrus was still much there…Like Rhythm, ever pervading…It couldn’t change or wait for nobody, nor did it go on….It was there, Music and eventually volume and invariably silence only hung up to it.
She analysed this falling on her bed all together and understood Rhytm was Time. As she paused over this idea, she smiled into herself…This was it, Time…she knew encompassed on as much as Rhythm. She could move things from them both!This Rhythm was time…Time doesn’t stop, so doesn’t Rhythm!…wow, she reflected ‘another rediscovery of existing discoveries’….she frowned and smiled into herself yet again!
Seven was too difficult…she got irritated and left her room, looking in the fridge for something to eat, she checked the clock…It was 2am.she scanned through the fridge and picked an apple and bit it with too much force…a large chunk filled her mouth as she danced back to her room, the rhythm still going through her mind.
She stopped suddenly….TIME, she thought, that was it!
‘There’s nothing wrong with just being yourself….’ The song played as she shouted along…the neighbors were used to her now, they closed the windows and drew curtains…and maybe even plugged their ears and buried their heads into their pillows….she dint care! She closed the doors and windows too though…she was the last person to draw attention!
She danced to ecstasy…with nobody watching until her legs ached, that’s when she paused lying on the bed and relishing the fatigue. Her creative mind got the kick start as new steps started to form…But she dint have the energy to try them! ‘Remember for tomorrow’, she told herself, knowing pretty well she wouldn’t, she would hop something entirely different tomorrow or maybe she won’t!
She got up and looked into the mirror ‘what are you?’ she asked, ‘what are you’? It asked back even before she could realise! Reflecting upon that question, she fell back on the bed…grinning as she remembered what she liked to do as a kid. She held a small mirror before a large one and focused on the infinite reflections counting uptill a 15 as it got smaller and difficult to observe after that, however bright the light!It felt like Infinite was there, right there, 'that moment', well captured but imperceptible.
Her human making dint take long to view the Infiite reflections well formed within less than a fraction of a second, illusionary and making her believe it happened simultaneousely when actually, the same beam of light reflceted 'n' times and reached her retina, while her mind developed the image.All taken for granted, Time took it within itself, making things less complicated...yes, 'Time'...
She got up and sat before her laptop and opened to ‘Dell webcam central’ and began a video recording- positioning herself exactly like how she did before the mirror and she asked the lappy ‘What are you’?. She stopped the recording and played it back….
This realization was one like a kid on his first bicycle…The same act she did, at different times brought different feelings to her. In the mirror, she took control, she did it and it was played back simultaneously, she held the responsibility at ‘that moment’ and hence couldn’t process critically or appreciably. The video had to be recorded and when she viewed it back, she saw it like anybody else. The fact that it was herself in the video dint matter. She viewed and thought better over the words. It was easy to…well, ‘Reflect’. That ‘moment’ was another one. This mere difference in ‘Time’ was again able to bring her perceivably different emotions! The only distinction was ‘TIME’…
…….to be continued…
