Freshman
I just moved in. Moving is not an easy joke. I just discovered I had such a lot of 'useful' stuff that can be used as valuable samples for an environmental researcher. How many boxes, bags and cartons? Man! I hate it. But I'm helpless. Oh by the way, I am just now reminded of my one twenty seven minutes old hunger. Must eat something. Something...I don't think there is any food joint nearby. Heck! Just a sec, I had a couple of noodles packet with me. Mmm...noodles, noodles, noodles....whooo such a mess here. Aha! who said searching a needle in the Atlantic is the dificult task? The UPS carton...I must start with you darling. I feel something square..maybe the noodles..Hmm books- management principles, microeconomics, and this one with no cover; looks like a short story collection. First edition in 1986...preface..foreword..
This place is so bright that I could harm my eyes. I am new to this place. Hardly a day old I have been here. I should admit about my reluctancy to come here. Literally I was pulled here. This place is large, bright, hot, lively and crowded in comparison with my earlier niche; I am not denying it. But I don't like this atmosphere and I don't want to be here.
Why 'Freshman'? I don't find a school nor a student. Is there something underlying that is obscure to me? At times excessive smartness easily finds its way to trash. Wha..what's that noise? Is someone knocking? Is it the old lady next door? Not again! Ofcourse she is friendly, but how many times in half a day? Huh! there is no one. Noise? Whatever it may be let me continue...
I can't stand the heat in this dry land. Mmm...such a warm place I used live before. Yeah, my ex-land was damp and wet. So what? It never let me down. Never, ever. I always had a great temperature there. Neither too hot, nor too cold. Oh God! Please take me back there. It was really a haven; the safest place I have ever been. Why they brought me here? No one will so stupid to leave such a lovely home. Please! Please! Someone hear me?
What can I call this - coincidence or suggestive symbolism? Surprises are sweet because we face them when we are not prepared. Won't we experience a harvest of happiness when we meet our childhood friend accidentally; I am in a similar situation. Are emotions really so powerful or is it their literal representation? Maybe the strength lies in the vocabulary and the presentation.
I am crying; crying at the top of my head. Just listen to me guys, Please I beg you....No one seems to be listening to me. They only feed me and treat me as a doll. Everybody seems to enjoy at my tears. The place looks like a carnival. I don't understand why. But I can sense a thing clearly. The woman besides me seems to be the happiest person in the lot. I wonder there exists something between us; she never moves away from me. I think I must never leave her too!
This place is so bright that I could harm my eyes. I am new to this place. Hardly a day old I have been here. I should admit about my reluctancy to come here. Literally I was pulled here. This place is large, bright, hot, lively and crowded in comparison with my earlier niche; I am not denying it. But I don't like this atmosphere and I don't want to be here.
Why 'Freshman'? I don't find a school nor a student. Is there something underlying that is obscure to me? At times excessive smartness easily finds its way to trash. Wha..what's that noise? Is someone knocking? Is it the old lady next door? Not again! Ofcourse she is friendly, but how many times in half a day? Huh! there is no one. Noise? Whatever it may be let me continue...
I can't stand the heat in this dry land. Mmm...such a warm place I used live before. Yeah, my ex-land was damp and wet. So what? It never let me down. Never, ever. I always had a great temperature there. Neither too hot, nor too cold. Oh God! Please take me back there. It was really a haven; the safest place I have ever been. Why they brought me here? No one will so stupid to leave such a lovely home. Please! Please! Someone hear me?
What can I call this - coincidence or suggestive symbolism? Surprises are sweet because we face them when we are not prepared. Won't we experience a harvest of happiness when we meet our childhood friend accidentally; I am in a similar situation. Are emotions really so powerful or is it their literal representation? Maybe the strength lies in the vocabulary and the presentation.
I am crying; crying at the top of my head. Just listen to me guys, Please I beg you....No one seems to be listening to me. They only feed me and treat me as a doll. Everybody seems to enjoy at my tears. The place looks like a carnival. I don't understand why. But I can sense a thing clearly. The woman besides me seems to be the happiest person in the lot. I wonder there exists something between us; she never moves away from me. I think I must never leave her too!
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