Monday, December 31, 2007

Courage to Change

Conversation with imitiaz-partII

The search continue and never stop.


"How to live in a world with which you disagree? How to live with people, when you share neither their suffering nor their joy? When you know that you don't belong among them?"

Imtiaz misses the rhythm among the people around him which he surprisingly finds only in his guitar. I fail to find symmetry in his life, but find his fluctuations in the harmony of his guitar. He tunes and tunes and strikes a new tune every time the plectrum greets the strings of his guitar.

Like he struck a great deal with loneliness!
Most of his compositions are incomplete. He fails to explain this strange phenomenon. But perhaps he needs that loneliness which he desires to complete his compositions.

"Ah!! That phone call from Production Control regarding tomorrows shoot shatters my rhythm"

……pulls me out of my loneliness and brings me back to the world. A hideaway in our hometown is better, sitting among the oil drilling pipelines in the left over drilling wells. Constantly visited by unknown friends, who bring over some new ‘stuff’ that can blow you away.

Well I was already away, until the phone rings again.

refer to composition two from widget

He motivates me...not by the sheer fact of his rightness about people and the world in general, but he manages to express it. When I feel my voice is stifled by situations by unreasonable people, his compositions incomplete yet meaningful, seem to play out of my skin and my screams explode the veins of my throat. I puke delirious dreams of an insane world.

I don't have a guitar like Imtiaz to express my displeasure of the mobile phone called life which wakes me up whenever I seep under the ground of solitude.
I keep searching for that instrument to show my displeasure and a wall to write my angry graffiti on. Perhaps the people don't have the time to stop and read the graffiti, or they are too used to people puking on their first ride in double-decker bus!

Where can the insane run-away from the madness of the world? His psyche is far too sane to understand what the guitar is singing in these incomplete verses.

O Lord! Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.



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