life under a ceiling fan…

[rightful place here for this piece i think. originally posted here in random jottings...]

While others might think if they should hang themselves by their ceiling fan at times of desperation, he is always worried about the ceiling fan dropping on to him while he sleeps on his queen-sized bed below it. So obviously he doesn’t contemplate hanging himself by the fan, for he knows it wouldn’t take his weight and he would just make a fool of himself. He doesn’t know why the room hasn’t got just a single bed in it, which he could have moved to a corner away from the fan but it wasn’t his house, nor was it his decision to furnish it.

The fan has to be kept running all night else he wouldn’t be able to sleep, one thing he can sleep with is the low humming noise of the fan, everything else would have woken him up, but not his fan; as if its humming is his lullaby. But still he is probably subconsciously aware even in his sleep that the fan might drop on to him spinning its blades at mid-level rotation. And its no wonder that he pushes everything on to the side directly below the fan and lies himself on the other edge. If he was sleeping like this during his childhood, he would definitely have fallen over from the bed, but he is an adult now and his body is probably used to being on the edge – edge of the bed to start with, but also edge of the relations and relationships, edge of the society, edge of the country, edge of this world even.

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Dead in the Water

Song that’s been ringing in my ears since I woke up this morning! Must be from some dream, which I don’t remember. I need to get this out of my system to begin the working day, working week. Here is the lyrics:

Dead in the Water - David Gray

People stand in line
People stand in line
People stand in line
A premonition of
The killers angel eyes
An Armageddon sky
tell it like it is
It’s like the old man says
We’re dead in the water now
Dead in the water

They come from miles around
They come from miles around
They come from miles around
In avarice and love
To suckle on the blood
Of some forgotten god
Sell it like it is
It’s like the old man says
We’re dead in the water now
We’re dead in the water now
Dead in the water

A simple act of faith
A simple act of faith
A simple act of faith
A celebration of
The colour and the creed
The cancer and its seed
Crackles on the mic
Call it what you like
We’re dead in the water now
We’re dead in the water now
Dead in the water

inspirations…

On my way to buy a sandwich for lunch, from the same village store that I went in for the first time almost 10 years ago (possibly to buy a sandwich then too! Oh, and the price has only doubled in these 10 years!), I happen to pass two people on campus, who I also met/knew for the first time almost 10 years ago. 10-years – a third of my life, and it dawned on me that I have spent that time outside Nepal, outside the country I was born in. Well, when I saw that huge beer-bellied college porter who liked to chat in his distinct Welsh accent, and that thin-like-a-twig cleaner, who was so kind to me that she did my dirty dishes and made my bed, although those didn’t come under her duties as a college cleaner, I felt I’ve stayed around here too long. Far too long indeed. Something pinged me then, at that moment, I wanted to run to get my sandwich, and run back to my office, and get back to my work straight away. I wanted to finish my paper I’ve been slow to revise, I wanted to finish my thesis, I wanted to finish my phd, and I wanted to leave this place. Those people inspired me like no one had for months and months.

I came home early, office was too distracting. Did some work, did some thinking, had dinner. On way out to visit a dai, I struck a conversation with one of my housemates, a fine fellow from Zimbabwe, who started his phd the same year as me and who has already finished his phd for almost a year, and who has now been offered a full-time teaching position at a university down south. He talked about his wishes to return home. So much things to do back home he says – set up a farm, some 20,000 herd of cattle, a dairy production facility, an abattoir, and some teaching, some research, back in my own country. Seeing his enthusiasm and listening to his dreams inspired me like nothing had for months and months.

Now, I must get back to my paper. Finish the revisions, start on the next one, OR at least I could finish some of the readings that I need to include in the revised version of my paper. Some more readings indeed, never ending readings it seems…but, I’m inspired…for anything to get me out of here soon! I’m inspired tonight!




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