Sunday, 4 June 2017

thoughts from episode 111... where i fell for ipk

1. perhaps he'd never felt his head, his dimaag, shut down so... clearly there was no thought, no limit set by the rational, the thinking. the pool undulated, the night stood silently by, a man and a woman walked, one forward, one back and desire stalked seizing the moment, giving birth to what... 

"at first there was only darkness wrapped in darkness.
all this was only unillumined water.
that one which came to be, enclosed in nothing,
arose at last, born of the power of heat
in the beginning desire descended on it -
that was the primal seed, born of the mind."
~~~ nasadiya sukta, rig veda ~~~

no words were exchanged, there was hardly any movement... yet an explosion of emotions and tectonic shift of plates within, a man walked away, then turned and started walking back toward his target... she moved... a balletic graceful smooth concentrated walk of two people, a losing of focus in the eyes, hand clutching red, hint of glisten on lips, eyes... breath. 

such a simple design. holding so much in it.

have i ever seen a man look at a woman with that look in his eyes. and what does that apprehensiveness, that wait on her face say.

episode 111, i got hooked on ipk over that look and the walk of theirs. that night after seeing the telecast, i picked up my phone and went to youtube, i was there till 3.45am. jadoo hai nasha hai... madhonshiyan.

so many feelings, such breaching of barriers set by self and society... someone had to pay. everyone had to pay.


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