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Sep

kinship

   Posted by: rads   in fable

She turned a corner squeezing past men, women and children of all sizes and shapes, peering at the door numbers and trying to make sense of where she was supposed to be when bam; she collided headon into a striped red polo tee.

Ramming into people was taken for granted. After all it was a narrow corridor and a multitude of folks in a rush to go somewhere.

“Am sorry” she muttered for the hundredth time that morning, as she looked up into his face.

“It’s okay” he replied with a hint of an apologetic smile.

Shell shocked she gaped. Celluloid morphed into flesh. Tangible. Real. It was a version of him. The same eyes, the same tilt of the nose, the very same lips.  

With a twist of bodies, each let the other pass. She stood rooted at the spot jostled impatiently by a teen and his very rude mother. Staring at the receding frame, she wondered if it was a blessing in disguise or a curse on her memory. The very face that she’d wanted blurred was now forcing itself into her mind. Like a crayon effect righting itself crystal clear.

For a brief moment she smiled in happiness. Maybe this was life’s freak vicarious adventure she was thrown into. Sending a hug across the corridor she knew one day it would reach him across the miles, and times.

Brothers hug, don’t they?

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23 comments so far

Ok
 1 

“Celluloid morphed into flesh”.

Explain with reference to context. (12 marks)

September 10th, 2007 at 10:02 pm
rads
 2 

I’ll ace all 12 riding on my creative license alone! :p

September 10th, 2007 at 11:40 pm
Ok
 3 

Hey po. I dont understand at all:(.

September 10th, 2007 at 7:57 pm
some body
 4 

ok:

“Celluloid morphed into flesh”

maybe it means that picture was taken before the digital camera came in vogue, eh? like a “yaadon kee baaraat” theme, maybe …

rads:

you put up your fables, and in come poor me and ok, and – more often than not – neither gets it. it’s a case of the blind leading the blind!

- s.b.

September 10th, 2007 at 8:16 pm
rads
 5 

lol sb, ok :)

Ok guys it’s quite simple.

Celluloid = snapshot, digital or print.
Morphing into flesh = a snap coming alive, in the real world.

The line means “What she once saw in a picture, she sees now in real life” as in recognizing a person in real world from a snap she once saw.

Cha, this is no fun, explaining what I write :(
*sigh

September 10th, 2007 at 9:12 pm
A Muser
 6 

“The very face that she’d wanted blurred was now forcing itself into her mind.” But why did she want his face blurred? Why didn’t he recognize her? :( I must be duh too.

September 10th, 2007 at 9:51 pm
Archana
 7 

Just saying hi at your new abode :-)! When is the house-warming party :-D?

September 10th, 2007 at 10:04 pm
Ok
 8 

Fable 5. V.2.
(For s.b., ok and in general, for all men.)

So there is this chick who sees this guy in a photo. And drools over him. (Maybe the chick saw my photo.). Then she sees him in a crowded corridor. And recognizes him. The guy shows no interest. Three possible reasons.

1. The guy is gay (in this case I am not the guy in photo)
2. Chick is ugly and he refuses to recognize her (thats more like me)
3. Guy hasn’t seen Chick’s photo.

Well so the girl drools gain. And sends a flying hug or something.

New ending:
Chick tears off her clothes and charges at the guy.

September 10th, 2007 at 10:11 pm
bApHoMEt
 9 

you know, i assumed, before reading through the comments, that you bumped into a celebrity. because celluloid is film.

September 10th, 2007 at 11:21 pm
terri
 10 

Why is there a brother in the picture? Sorry, I don’t get it, either.

September 10th, 2007 at 10:50 pm
bApHoMEt
 11 

Poetic.

September 11th, 2007 at 2:46 am
shadowypilgrim
 12 

Terri, s.b,

My apologies,

i hope no one gets mad at this politically incorrect comment. i mean, only girls are supposed to be able to say ‘chick’ and get away with it, right?

I read this and saw you said chick (without reference to context) and assumed that. Nothing to do with your articulateness. Infact, I was surprised that how can you write what you write and be a girl! My bad!

September 11th, 2007 at 6:02 am
rads
 13 

rofl@OK’s version.

You know, normally I’d be mad at you for completely s**ewing up my fable, but that was hilarious.
Joey thanks :)

This is a difficult choice, should I have a ‘explained’ version or not? :|

September 11th, 2007 at 6:15 am
bApHoMEt
 14 

@Rads: if you didnt explain, there would’ve been a lot more hilarious interpretations floating around.

September 11th, 2007 at 7:24 am
rads
 15 

joey – You know that’s the interesting part with language, and story writing. Each one has their own take on it..

September 11th, 2007 at 8:41 am
some body
 16 

ok:

“2. Chick is ugly and he refuses to recognize her (thats more like me)”

or, guy sees chick. chick morphs into chick’s mother. guy also sees chick’s noble (or ignoble) lineage in the background. guy runs like hell in the opposite direction.

guess who the guy is that i am talking about? [100 points] guess who the chick is? [100 bonus points] ;-)

rads:

i hope no one gets mad at this politically incorrect comment. i mean, only girls are supposed to be able to say ‘chick’ and get away with it, right?

and, of course, with due apologies to ok. if ok is not ok with this comment, please delete!

hey, how can celluloid be digital? doesn’t the very word imply ‘film’? i was on the right track after all, believe you me! i even made a reference to a great hindi movie where siblings are separated at birth (or whenever).

- s.b.

September 11th, 2007 at 9:00 am
shadowypilgrim
 17 

Let me try to extend this story a little :-

For a brief moment she smiled in happiness. Maybe this was life’s freak vicarious adventure she was thrown into.

New Piece,

An elaborate treasure hunt she conjured in her head. The pieces of the puzzle were just the features that had long stayed hidden. ‘Twas an infatuation a long time ago, but it wasn’t something she had forgotten. There she raised her hands to go to this adventure for once in her life. A volcano simmering beneath her, she decided to be calm like a quiet new moon night.

September 11th, 2007 at 9:21 am
shadowypilgrim
 18 

s.b.

My apologies but after so many months, I now realize that you are a girl!

September 11th, 2007 at 9:29 am
Terri
 19 

s.b., that’s what you get for being articulate and punctilious – people mistake you for a woman!

September 11th, 2007 at 9:38 am
rads
 20 

ok peoples, everyone take a deep breath and calm down till I post an explanation this afternoon!

I would have stopped comments by now, if I could only can spend a few minutes figuring out how in the first place!!

argh.

September 11th, 2007 at 9:57 am
kutti
 21 

unga kathai ellam enakku ethuvume puriyala…… moreover, its in englees……. enna thaan panrathu??

September 11th, 2007 at 10:46 am
Terri
 22 

Poor rads. Nothing more frustrating for a writer to explain a post. This is like asking for an explanation of a punch line and then not finding the joke funny.

September 11th, 2007 at 11:07 am
rads
 23 

You know what, am sticking to my original thought. A writer should never have to explain their words.
So I won’t.

Let’s move on folks…

September 11th, 2007 at 11:16 am
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