The blue towers around us

The blue towers around us

AS i come across innumerable announcements and pronouncements on grooming and training classes in and around a city to a Happy Heart Fest, the sighting of such billboards shows us as vulnerable hosts. THe lingo of Happy Heart Fest goes like this: "If you care for your heart take part." We the vulnerable denizens never know when a good tiding could actually become a no tiding given the scale of permutations and combinations we grapple with during the hours we don't sleep and the hours we intend to sleep but it doesn't come .
Post Swasteek lodge stay as i moved towards the station in Bhusawal, the tummy revelations showed the previous reach from the National Capital to Ahmednagar wasn't a smooth one. THe Mangla Express was the one i tried and the family from Faridabad too had tried the same. The ride from National Capital was somewhat therapeutic in the sense that rocksolid desire some had shown to engage in a discourse that went beyond train trajectory and focussed on economic misguided liberal factory. Equally rocksolid was the desire of the blue to go past some and let others forget the art of breaking into grin and make the emerging landscape grim.
The Umar Jaan movie poster of shoot it from your heart was the one i dare not employ as matters of rocksolid and slippery are too difficult to be dethroned in one try. The sighting post Agra hadn't lit the fire but by evening the need to reach out was a renewed desire. The seat had been vacated and the night had been spent on a berth where you could not bend. Yet the morning did not see entities like us engulfed in modern day afflictions to reach out and the blue fabric who led a carnival of 15 people disappear with no success for the maverick. The thought of leaving A'nagar was the best recipe from letting this desire reach a disproportionate proportion and the tale ended with no new sighting guaranteed. THe modern day afflictions have been quite strenuous as it not only makes whatever little thinking power you have been able to restore post one affliction here and one there recede further and shows how vulnerable we are on slippery grounds whether it is in a coach that went all the way to Manmad. Or take the case of the other bong blue that appeared from nowhere one fine morning, speaking to the father now and then and updating him on the stations that had been left behind to reach the destination that never came on time. In between the effort of updating the father on the train movement, the mobile equation showed the numbers the blue tower had fascination for and unnerving set-up it was thriving for. These are modern day affliction blues.