Wednesday, September 10, 2008

How Green is my color!!!!

Often while reading a book one feels that the author would have preferred to paint rather than write; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors -.Pablo Picasso

Reading this quote I was left wondering if I could ever do something like that. Paint I can't do justice to effectively. But when Ceedy tagged me into writing a story based on a color I like, I was cornered.
Reason being, I could tell all my favourite color and then write what I felt ...so hopefully there is some justice in this story I tried at writing.


Green!!!! starved monsters...





"There was a time, he would come home and sit with me straight away...would love to watch me in the kitchen. He has no time for us now. He would tell bedtime stories to Chunnu, even that has stopped" said Shekhar's mother, wistfully.
Rashmi carried on with her task of cutting vegetables. She knew what would come next. Her mother in law had become very predictable. She had done everything to make it easier. Had never once argued. She had let her be.
But today she could see those monsters crawling all over. Green eyed and spurting fire..

"Which saree is this? I have never seen you wearing this?" said the mother in law.
" Ma, its the same one that Shekhar bought for me, my last birthday", Rashmi said softly and patiently.
" Oh! how is it that he was able to buy a gift...he had no time to buy one for my birthday", her voice raised, a pitch higher. She had completely forgotten or chose to forget, that Shekhar had indeed given her a gift, though not a saree. But that wasn't the conversation her mother in law wanted to have.
Rashmi, got up to go inside, only to be stopped by the sounds coming from within the room. Her mother in law, had started the age old habit of whining and digging into the past, brow beating her husband into nodding his head and silently approving all her acts. Rashmi just shook her head, and walked away.
She had seen this coming after all. And she also knew it was best left ignored.
But how long would she stay silent. Wasn't she the same young effusive, outspoken girl! Could she stay silent long enough to work things out or should she say something?
She waited for her husband Shekhar to return from his long hours at work. She hummed to herself, breaking out into a small jig, impromptu, but so like her. After all her favourite song was playing on the radio, and no one could stop her from being happy. She remembered those days in school...when she would be part of the group that sang for competitions. She never had the perfect voice , but she sang for herself and she was content. She didnt hear the door knob turn, so when Shekhar shouted over the Joanna number, she turned around, the song stuck half way on her lips and contorted face.
" Wonder how you hear yourself screech, in this manner. We'll get thrown out one day!"
Her heart skipped a beat, and sank into the depths. He hadnt liked her singing, not because she wasn't perfect, but he was afraid she might become one. She was talented after all. And what better way than nip it in the bud. He had done this once too often. She hadn't realised until it was too late and she had allowed it to happen.
He had never wanted her to succeed and make a name better than himself. It wasn't about her singing, it was about her being independent and self reliant. He liked her as a vulnerable and dependant woman. And he had succeeded in moulding her into one. She was ashamed of herself, but she could not compete with those green eyed monsters lurking in every corner of her life.
She looked askance, she looked back, she saw the hyper girl, with hair flying all over her face, while she wore her favourite parrot green t-shirt, that said..."I MAINTAIN MY BALANCE IN ALL SITUATIONS", dancing away into the night....and smiled.
No, she wouldn't feed those monsters today....they needed to starve.
She opened the doors to her terrace and stood, watching the verdant green of the avenue of trees that lined the road facing her house. She was at peace...the lush beauty did that to her.



Gimme Hope Joanna - Eddy Grant




An interesting link I found, for all to see.... click here check out what your personality is...and if you don't like what it says...I didn't give you any link... :D



And now to pass on this tag...


I'd like to see what Suma, Tys, Rambler got on this....

Anyone else who'd like to take this up...do so, and please let me know. I love reading

32 comments:

Veens said...

Hey Good take on the color :)

But i thought it was your fav color :) then y use it to denote a monster :P

ok jokes apart.. I like your take very much.. :)

ceedy said...

Yes...thats a good one...

reminds me the Oneida Ad from "Neighbours Envy Owners Pride"

Interesting take....hope the others in the tag take it up and I am Indigo :) thanks for the link

brocasarea said...

liked her patience!!!..

nd my colour is yellow-dirty fellow!..:(

Pavi!!!! said...

Nice...u made good use of the color green in the story!

n my color is yellow..n nope me is no intellectual :)

BTW i love the idea of having those word-games on the side bar!

Rambler said...

hey this is an interesting tag..would definitely do it soon.

sometimes women show immense patience ..and even better tolerance powers..not sure how they develop this one

Ankur said...

i think even i could paint wat u tried to color! :)

tag well done!! :)


Cheers!!!

Compassion Unlimitted said...

That was quick fire reaction to Ceedys tag.My gears in my head are not even meshing properly. Hm

Nice story with green everywhere making me envy you !
TC
CU

Preethi said...

lovely take on color.. you write the amazing stories prats!!

Ps said...

hey Prats,
Beautifully written.Had me gripped from the ver beginning (and usually I hate to read fiction on blogs)
Felt sad too--Loved it!
Cheers
preeti

onlooker said...

Well written. Could sense the emotions, the pain, the attempts to wipe it away. Can try working on a full fledged novel!

Keshi said...

lovely use of Green there WOW!

Keshi.

--xh-- said...

hey, i thought i left my comment here :(
nice story - like the way you portrayed the monsters which lurk in everyday life :-)

Joy said...

Wonderful take and you represented green so well with monster, independence and peace - all so different from one another.


I turned out to be gold! What are you?

Preethi said...

hey come read the acceptance speech for the award you sent my way

Suma said...

now i'm green too with envy :)...u wrote such a perfect story...with the impact of teh color woven in teh right places..


i'll take it up....just waiting for the mind to wake up...

Ziah said...

very cool stuf!! but ambivlent about ending... if she doesnt wnt to put up with being pushed, why doesnt she voice out?

Prats said...

@veens Thank you. Oh yes, favourite color yes...but it wasnt about showing it always in a bright light...so thought i'd stretch it out

Prats said...

@ceedy...That was a tough one you passed onto me. I'm sure the others will take it up..

Prats said...

@broca...yellow, can also be very sunshiny and bright...

@pavi welcome aboard and thank you for those nice words..and i'm sure you underestimate yourself with ur intelligence

@rambler. You must do it...you write so well.
I think women have these virtues because of their need to maintain some kind of balance in their lives...

Prats said...

@ankur hey, that was a sweet thing to say, and why dont you?

@CU...I was going through a brain drain too, and felt that a push with a topic was just the right one for me to kindle the senses...thank you, and i'd lvoe to see how you write this...i'm sure you're gonna rock

Prats said...

@preethi thank you

@ps Coming from a person who doesnt like reading such fiction, I'm so honoured. Thank you.

Prats said...

@onlooker Thanks but I think i'll leave the task of writing books to PS. I'm just happy i'm able to convey what goes on in this mind with topics like this

Prats said...

@keshi Thank you ...so did you chek what ur color was?

Prats said...

@xh :) thank you...and so when are you going to take this up...you are also tagegd isn't it with me??

Would love to read yours too

Prats said...

@joy...ma'm, thanks...where have you been? Its been awhile since you've come around onto any blog.
I'm magenta...looks I need pyschedelic colors into my life.. :)

Prats said...

@preethi...aaww...You missed me standing out front clapping so hard, my hands turned beet red...congrats girl

Prats said...

@suma Thank you so much..
*throwing a bucket of water on teh face* Wake up...I want story...

Prats said...

@ziah...Hey...that was such a ncie thing to say for a noob like me...

By voicing out her thoughts, the color changes to sunshine yellow, and I wanted to maintain that murky green for the emotion of hers...

Aarthi said...

Hey a nice idea..story based on colour..n green...to stay fresh n new??

Neeku said...

I started this tag ... literally out of the BLUE ! but now when I see it tagged to many wonderful writers... I am all excited and happy... Ceedy invited me to check your story...and I must say very well written =)

Good work!

Prats said...

@aarthi...thanks, it was an interesting tag.

Prats said...

@neeku..hey welcome here!!! Thanks for the nice words....and I must thank Ceedy, for sending you along...it was a tough you've sent along...but i'm glad I took it up