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Sunday, March 14, 2010

SENSES

i don't know what propelled this particular chain of thoughts in my head but it surely had to do with a memory.....a word spoken by mom...before it could register its actual self through my brain..it opened..even if just for a split second..an alternate door..an alternate action..which had nothing to do with its actual context..for that split second..a very poignant sense of nostalgia hit me...and then it was lost as what my mom actually wanted to tell me registered..all through that day..i spent in vain...hoping again for that door to open...
what is it...about the brain that amazes me so much..like my other love "ocean" our brains capacities are also fathomless....as the ocean's depth.....and the feeling i sensed...made me realise there is this alternate world of senses which exists..which is much more honest than the more commonly used world of words........
just a random favourite moments list....for each sense.......the list is actually pretty large..but i will write the first thing that comes to my mind....

1.Sense of SIGHT:i love to watch a class of students in an examination hall.
whenever i go for supervision..the pandemonium which greets me is typical...the last minute cramming session...but the moment the bell goes off..the students settle down with their sheets..its peace....i love watching them write..their bent heads......the silence....once in a while interrupted by the rustle of sheets....its as if for a moment...everything is silent in the world........

2.Sense of SOUND: the waves breaking the shore....my dad's native land..is a small island.....sparsely populated...a small township...the house is large and sprawling...on moonlit nights..when the moonlight paints everything silver around you...standing on the cool island sand.....if i close my eyes..and attune my sense of sound...i can hear the surf breaking the shore...there is nothing more hauntingly mystical than that.....`

3.Sense of SMELL: i love the smell of freshly sun dried washed clothes....i love pulling them off the cloth-line and wrapping myself with them and just smelling them...its the mixture of the smell of he soap and the person i associate the clothes with that make it more charming....

4.Sense of taste: aaahhaaa...where do i fit my list: :P but the first thing that hits my mind...
my refreshing cup of morning tea with a tinge of ginger in it...there surely is God..for there surely is food.....:)

5.Sense of touch: the feel of a baby's soft skin...and the way they fit so perfectly into your arms..warm,cuddly and so so tender.......(i managed this sense..without causing a scandal..:P)

this one is the combination of all...as am from the land of coconut trees and red flags....
i cannot miss on the combo pack this land offers to my senses....this one is a culmination of all the senses....
one would be when my train enters my native land....the breeze which TOUCHES my skin...which carries the SMELL of the rich fertile soil...the SIGHT of green fields and the SOUND of the cows lazily mooing...actually gives me the first TASTE of kerala.......

second would be..the rainy evenings at my native house...standing in the dark tiled..wood panelled veranda...watching the rain drenched foliage taking a darker shade of green....smelling the wet earth....feeling the cool breeze and tasting the rain drops...
call me prejudiced..but there sure is something so mysterious and haunting ..about such evenings..i don't know whether it is the play of elements...the light..of twilight...the rain water and the wind...and the damp earth...or my hyper imaginative brain....that sends goosebumps down my skin....whispering to me about the elusive but ever present,rare but cannot be ignored presence of the 6th sense..a sense of intuition...which is the call of your soul..which will always recognise and make memories....which will whisper across ages to you in the form of these goosebumps........long forgotten memories...about previous and future lifetimes.......

14 comments:

Bullshee said...

I love the smell of sun dried clothes too! A bit childish, but same pinch!! Ha!

And the smell of Kerala as well, right after it rains or during the rains...ahh to be in Trivandrum during the monsoons!

blunt edges said...

1. i'm sure the students never enjoy that silence...they actually hate that moment...it tortures them! n u like it...so u actually like something that tortures a bunch of children? doesn't that make u a sadist? :P

2. nice description that...i have never been 2 a beach at night...someday i wanna take a case of beer n head 2 the beach with friends...i'm sure it would be great! :)

3. i use 2 help my mom with that when i was a kid n thinking about it, even i used 2 like that smell :D

4. my tea is without ginger...but equally good n refreshing!

5. i'm terrible with babies n kids...so no comments!

the last paragraph makes me wanna rush home! :)

i was kinda expecting u 2 reveal wat the word was that your mom said at the end of the post...but u didn't!

Shanu said...

a sense of intuition...which is the call of your soul..which will always recognise and make memories....which will whisper across ages to you in the form of these goosebumps........long forgotten memories...about previous and future lifetimes.......

Beautiful, beautiful line. Loved this post. Its so u :)

IcE MaiDeN said...

Ahhh.... I loved this one! :)

Have you smelt the top of a babys head? Its has this strange, nice smell to it.. baby powder and shampoo and ..well baby smell :)

The salty air at the beach always makes me smile.. The sights, sounds, even that tangy taste of that salty air... everything is a treat for my senses :)

The sound of the pitter-patter of the raindrops.. always reminds of the first day to school :)

The taste of acchar always makes me think of summer, which makes me think of long hot days filled with that golden phase called childhood innocence :)

The sight of green paddy fields makes me thing of little villages I spent summers in.. :)

The sight of the nightsky always always makes me think of that love lost *sad smile* All I need is a shooting star and Im back to teh days when life was easy and hopeful and beautiful and not so complicated..

God I could go on and on... :) Maybe I should write a post about this one! :)

Cheers,
Annie.

iceprincess said...

@bullshee.
u r d first!!!
ouccchhh...:) that was d reaction for the pinch...
i know..there is sure smethng...about our native land.....
well..ur tagged..if u have no inspiration.for d next blogpost.....write ur "sense" list.....

iceprincess said...

@be...
aaaaaaaaaahhh..a long comment......did i mention agina..ur one of my fav....

heehe..am a sadist..agreed...but a peaceloving sadist..:P

yup..beaches and beer...are a killer combo.....

i guess..we associate that smell with innocence and purity....

tea is tea....refreshing...with ginger or without it....

heehe..trust me...try sniffing babies d next time and touching them...

yup..kerala is kerala..isnt it?

d word is of no importance ..its what it made me feel..i guess...some sort of vague association..our brain does....

by the way..ur tagged too....write ur "sense"list.....

iceprincess said...

@shanu.


aaaaawwwwwwww...thank u....ur tagged...write out thy list...as a blogpost...

iceprincess said...

@iceM
whoaaa...i tag u...write a blogpost..
but b4 that..i agree to everything u just stated...write from d babay smell to nightsky ...and raindrops and beaches...lovely comment...thank u...

Lata said...

i soo missed u!! :)

iceprincess said...

@lata
what happ? :)

DPhatsez said...

dPhat sez,"Sigh..."

Nostalgiaaaaaaaaa!

Yo! sup? :D

arshat.chaudhary said...

Its a lovely post yaar.. I didnt think about it tht way.. I loved the way u described the waves splashing against the shore..
A great read... :)

iceprincess said...

@achchayoooooooo!!!
what is up?how r u?...welgum back!!!

iceprincess said...

@arshat.
thank u...
long time no c..how r u?amd how are d germans treating u?