The Black Rock

Mad Libs at a party is fun but on a workday when you text people to suggest an article, an adjective and a noun; the common reaction is ‘huh?’ You then send them a screenshot of the Daily Post prompt, all the while reassuring them that no, this is not a personality test.

Your phone beeps and you get your three words, “The Black Rock”. Your mind races. Its easy, it shouts. You can write about that long ago trek to the mysterious waterfalls where all was moss green and slippery, the path to the falls narrow and treacherous and your lunch cold, which tasted colder when eaten sitting on a wet-from-spray rock. Of course, you took photos of each other, shivering partly from fright, casting nervous glances at your tourist guide who talked nonchalantly of the many deaths at this very spot. You can easily paint the green rocks black in your memory because when the sun does not penetrate the thick canopy of trees and when the day is about to end, it all does start looking black.

Unlike the truly black rocks and the blackened tinge of the waters where my dear-friend-who-so-kindly-suggested-the-title recently vacationed at and hey, this is how she got you the article, adjective and the noun, your memories are faded. You do remember the twill pattern of your long dress and the brownish footwear… why didn’t you buy proper walking shoes… but a search through the archival reaches of your desk drawer housing the ball of string, envelopes, paintings and old photos yields nothing, not even some dog eared novels.

There is nothing to annotate or illustrate the text of your post, so you think dreamily of your friend’s black nail paint that she adroitly paints on her fingertips. Over the years, she has extended that expertise to her eye make up, the photos of which you encounter ever so often on the social media. No, no, that does not give her a black eye effect so using them is out of question. Maybe you should just get some photos of black tyres with black rims for the post.

Daily Post Prompt: Turn to your coworkers, kids, Facebook friends, family- anyone who’s accessible and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective and a noun. There’s your post title!


The Way to Fly

I discovered Richard Bach, the American author, through a friend. She lent me ‘The Bridge Across Forever’ and I was hooked because of the perspective. At that time, true love, one soulmate sounded oxymorons but his story of how he met Leslie Parrish was mesmerising.

For a long time, one of the books by Richard Bach travelled with me in my backpack. I was hopping across places, finding myself, looking at opportunities, wondering about potential. I desperately needed to believe in wings. I needed to find answers and to be assured that it was alright to explore alternate realities. ‘One’ came to my rescue. I dreamt on, marvelling at what could be done in alternate worlds.

In a second hand book shop, I unearthed a book on the airliners around the world. Having read Bach and his love for aviation, I was already dreaming of biplanes and barnstorming. I was thinking in terms of rides above farms and towns. Those airliners made me dream some more.

‘Illusions’ was fantastic, for I thumbed open to any page to get inspired. The Messiah was flippant and cool.

I read ‘Jonathan Livingstone Seagull’ eagerly where the simple tale of a seagull uses flight as a metaphor. ‘A Gift of Wings’ opened my mind to a world very different to my own.

Over that tumultuous period in my life, Richard Bach never really left my consciousness. I had his books with me always and their presence comforted me. Even though now I have read much more and many more, but Bach would always remain a guiding light.

“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you’ll see the way to fly.” – Richard Bach

My Punctuation Quirks

It is a grammar rule that a sentence can end with only one terminal punctuation mark. So, it can be a period (.), a question mark (?) or an exclamation mark (!). I admit there are times when I want to use both the question mark and the exclamation mark after a sentence. I would not dare do it in a formal setting, but when chatting it feels liberating!

I love the semicolon (;)! A semicolon is used to join two or more parts/ideas of sentences and those parts/ideas have an equal status. Reminds me of status updates on the social media, though. Anyway, because I like my sentences to be long and even rambling; bring in one idea after the other and sometimes introducing a poetic element, I find the semicolon handy. Psst… it is also intimidating, and I like to do that to people sometimes!

No, I do not like the exclamation mark at all! Then, why am I using it so liberally? I like to convey ideas in words in such a manner that the exclamation mark is rendered redundant.

Slashes (/), apostrophes (‘), parentheses ( ) are so good; they lend mystique to any written piece. They almost show that the ideas are brimming over and the writer wants to convey as much as possible in just a little time. Apostrophes are best used in plural for they let you show off!

However, ellipses (…) are the best! You can trail off anytime when you run out of ideas….

This post at Blabberwocking! had me intrigued so I Had to be Companionable!