Fury // Salman Rushdie
'Life is fury', he'd thought. Fury - sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal - drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths. Out of furia comes creation, inspiration, originality, passion, but also violence, pain, pure unafraid destruction, the giving and receiving of blows from which we never recover. The Furies pursue us; Shiva dances his furious dance to create and also to destroy. But never mind about gods! Sara ranting at him represented the human spirit in its purest, least socialized form. This is what we are, what we civilize ourselves to disguise — the terrifying human animal in us, the exalted, transcendent, self-destructive, untramelled lord of creation. We raise each other to the heights of joy. We tear each other limb from fucking limb.
Sunday morning train rides to Orchard are like train rides from Bangalore with a stopover at Phillipines. Enter the train, any cabin, and it is jampacked with people, a large percent being Filipino maids & indian men (presumably Bangladeshi workers). Ah, they have Sundays off, that's why.
Even the whole atmosphere changes. No longer do I see people dozing off on other people, or hear loud music being blasted on mp3s, it thus became some sort of marketplace. Or maybe a reunion. Everyone's just so happy to see each other on their day off for a little (not really) get together with their boyfriends/friends, usually at Orchard. It's amusing, and gives you a warm feeling, yet deafens you at the same time because their loud chit chatter & laughter is just.. too loud. It's like they haven't seen each other for the last 63843879 years, and they have
that much to catch up on.
I'm at work now actually, shouldn't be online, hee. But the only people here are me & Rasyid, & he's here for the sake of being here because it's his last day. Can you imagine, quitting after only 3 weeks? He has the balls, yo. Next up soon would be me, but that'd be a bit tricky. I hate disappointing people. Darn it.
My knee
still hurts like a damn mother.
"Hello, how've you been?"
"I sit in the same class as you every single day. But, I'm good? & you?"
"That's good. Haven't talked to you in a while."
"Really? You say hi to me everyday."
"Not proper conversations.. Haven't had those with you in quite a bit."
":)"
I felt so appreciated, I really did. :)
I have to get up early for school tomorrow, which is just a two hour lecture because POM tutorial's been cancelled. If it wasn't Stats, I wouldn't be going.
Okay I hear & smell lunch being cooked.
x.
