This world is too much with us

 

Word count: 530 | Estimated time to read: 5 min


It was a slothful afternoon and I woke up after a snooze, ready to have a steaming hot bath all the while reminiscing on the sumptuous meal I had devoured in the afternoon – Chapattis, Aloo masala, Chawal and Egg curry. Lakshmee, the cook who serves me my meals, had done a fine job.

I bubbled and sploshed in the bathroom for some time and was back in my room, refreshed. The whole evening lay before me. I switched on the radio and there was the weekly Top 30 program. The TV screen displayed one of the myriad award functions. I booted my PC and the modem flashed on indicating that I was now only a few blinks away from connecting to the virtual world. I was ready to spend the evening shifting my attention between the radio, TV and the internet when ……Bling! The power went off.

After nearly 2 days of confinement, I decide to come out of my room. The 6 PM sun, mild and romantic, was shining down. I picked up the book I am currently reading, ‘Vagrants in the Valley’ by Ruskin Bond and went to the terrace right outside my room.suntree.jpg

Perched comfortably on a chair, I began thumbing through the volume desultorily. My attention was soon occupied by the simplicity of my immediate environment and I kept the book aside. A cool, light breeze was now blowing, flipping the pages of the book every now and then like a phantom reader with a miraculous reading speed. The clothes on the line were dangling to the unseen tune of the breeze. The sky was a kaleidoscope of the most exuberant and ephemeral colors.

A spray of light drizzle fell from the sky and people from the houses below scurried out to gather their clothes and take them away to safety. But this was a false alarm and the drizzle thinned out and stopped. The breeze continued to run across the terrace like a tireless dance tutor, spinning and swaying everything it touched.

The light bulb above my head suddenly flashed on informing me that the power was back. I grimaced at its uninformed arrival and switched it off in haste because it looked quite incongruent to my mood satiated by the breeze and the drizzle. I felt peaceful, lost in the solitude. For once I was glad that the power had gone off in so untimely a fashion. I had a great time in the company of the breeze and the drizzle and whiling away my time in absolute idleness.

I had spent all morning reading poetry, updating my own poetry blog and photography portfolio. I couldn’t have expected a better evening.

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#1: The title, “This world is too much with us” is taken from William Wordsworth’s poem with the same name. You will find it here

#2: If you liked the above blog entry and the original poem by Wordsworth, you might want to read another beautiful poem by Wordsworth on Idleness, here

#3: Ruskin Bond is a phenomenal writer whose themes are simply beautiful. You will find more information on him and his works here.


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6 thoughts on “This world is too much with us

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  1. @nair:

    Left to myself, i would rather write on these lines. But i have realized the hard way that there isnt much of a readership for such entries. Now i am glad i have one! 🙂

  2. good good post ! really enjoyed reading it 🙂 different from your regular ones :-))

    Just to add on the ‘readership’ thingie, read a post from Luck, be my lady tonight on my blogroll. Great read that 🙂 Something on ‘readership’ 🙂

  3. Yes, Hriday,

    Ruskin Bond’s “Vagrant in the Valley” is an unforgettable read. I enjoyed it some two years ago as I finished it in a couple of sittings. Then I didn’t know that my book “The Remix of Orchid” would be lucky to carry his foreword, Mr Bond’s foreword! In fact, my blog http://remixoforchid.blogspot.com has details about it.

    Your post shows powerful narrative style, the way ramblings should be. I enjoyed it. Thanks.

    Nanda
    http://ramblingnanda.blogspot.com
    http://remixoforchid.blogspot.com

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