Chocolate Waffles


I am eating a warm waffle streaked with chocolate sauce and dripping with melting chocolate ice-cream. I am reading Milan Kundera’s ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being‘. When I’m reading a book, one by a powerful writer, I find I’m relating my life to the characters in the story, seeing myself in the story and the story in my life.

The last but one time I saw him, I spent the night at his place. Wrapped inside of him, I murmured “I love you”. Just loud enough that he might hear it and soft enough that he might be able to pretend he didn’t. And then I fell asleep into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

I woke up to the sun caressing my face, just like it does in my room. And then suddenly I just wanted to be somewhere else. Didn’t want to hold him or make love to him, like I’ve wanted to nearly every time I saw him. I just wanted to be back in my room, stretching alone. Still, I stayed. And actually prolonged the morning till he gently sent me off so he could get to work. I didn’t want to see him again that day. Or the next. I didn’t know whether to feel good or not that we didn’t meet.  So I just ended it.

I’ve spent the week alternating between feeling miserable and absolutely giddy-headed. There have been moments I absolutely crave his company, in a way I didn’t before we parted ways. And then suddenly it passes and I wonder if that was me feeling that way or something momentarily possessed me. I am insanely jealous of people who see him. And simultaneously I’m glad I’m not one of them.

Hmm. I don’t know either…. whether to call it love or hysteria.

On a more frivolous note, I got a new haircut! This is the first thing I recommend for break-ups. Not chopping off your locks per se, but a change of image.  It is soul-cleansing, a break in routine, a change in the way you see yourself. And what’s more, a haircut is a philosophical metaphor….right from the cliched Here today, gone tomorrow to the very emotional experience (at least for a woman) of instantly cutting off that dead-but-very-much-cherished part of your anatomy that so much defines you….your mane.

I think it makes me look younger, 23 perhaps. Which reminds me, on my second date at Mocha, while I was waiting for him, a tee-shirt clad young thing approached me and asked me
“Would you like to participate in a model hunt?”
I smiled politely and said that modelling really wasn’t my cup of tea.
“But you can try it once” she persisted.
I looked at her wondering how to politely tell her that I thought it was disgraceful and degrading for me to be a clothes-horse, especially for someone else’s creations, not to mention parade my body around like it was the only thing I was good for. Then I spotted a loophole and asked her,
“Don’t these things have some kind of age limit?”
“Uh, yeahhh…” she paused and looked down at her clipboard.
“Participants must be under 22 years of age.” she pronounced.
I beamed at her unintended, implied compliment and said,
“There then. I’m 27.”

Hee hee hee. I can be moved by the writings of a Franco-Czech novelist but my vanity is as solid as Barbie doll’s.

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9 thoughts on “Chocolate Waffles

  1. Nallini October 7, 2006 at 23:13 Reply

    I’m probably the only one who hasn’t figured this out, but why do you have all these different blogs?

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  2. sunset October 8, 2006 at 00:49 Reply

    Hey Smithy,

    You aint the coward. And anything to do with chocolates has a way of banishing pain!

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  3. sundar October 8, 2006 at 07:58 Reply

    “call it love or mass hysteria”…i would look at a 3rd possibility…life stuck up and consumed by a thought, like a record on a turntable..a technical problem which gets rectified by acceptance and helplessness..sometimes helps to concentrate on the processes rather than the participants…unless one choses to prolong the agony and revel in it…

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  4. IdeaSmith October 8, 2006 at 12:14 Reply

    @ Nalini: You aren’t the first to ask this question.When I shifted from rediffblogs to blogger, I found I didn’t have an option to categorize my posts any more. I realised everythign I wrote fell into 5 broad categories so I just created 5 blogs linked to the same id. In the months I was on blogger, each of these blogs took on identities of their own and now I have slightly different sets of readers for each of them. Hence I’ve carried it forward into WordPress too.

    @ Sunset: 😀 Rather bad for skin and the hips though!

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  5. Behind Cobwebs October 8, 2006 at 15:01 Reply

    […] After this, another post inspired by all the thoughts that ran through my head while reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being. I identified with Tomas in the first chapter and now I see myself in Tereza. And also in Sabina. And then in Tomas again. […]

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  6. pragni October 12, 2006 at 23:47 Reply

    there’s nothing better thn removing all your foul mood on your hair and chopping it off. I just got a hair cut a few weeks back. I was in a terrible mood, I stormed into the salon, sat on the high-back chair and asked the man to chop it all off!! And I love my short locks now.. All the mood got chopped off with it too!!

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  7. ideasmith October 13, 2006 at 11:25 Reply

    @ Pragni: Yes, that’s one to look at it. I also hated my old hairstyle and I lurrrrve the new look. 😀

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  8. n October 13, 2006 at 18:37 Reply

    I’m glad this is back. I approve (not that it matters but what the hell, i blog, therefore i must be high on selfimportance). 🙂

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  9. ideasmith October 14, 2006 at 11:45 Reply

    @ N: As always I oscillate between being an exhibitionist and an extreme introvert. 🙂

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