Time

The earphones fit perfectly for a change, snugly, warm and comforting in my ears.

I reached into my pocket and turned up the volume of my iPod. Dido began to sing a little louder than one second ago.

‘no white flag, above my door’
oh no baby, I thought, no white flag.

‘…go down with the ship…’
indeed you will, and so will I.

Walking through the aisle, I looked at the passengers on both sides. They stared back mat me scared, faces pale and it struck me a little funny. I positioned myself and began my performance, I’d rehearsed my lines well and knew I would kill it. I realised though, that I was talking a bit too loudly, like headphon’ed’ people normally do.

Same can be said true for people with 2 Kg RDX trapped on their bodies. One of my two brothers was done with the praying and he tapped me on the shoulder saying that it was my turn.

I walked into the pilot’s cabin and sat in the co-pilot’s chair. I smiled at the pilot’s blood streaked face which radiated hate at me like a brilliant heater, the kinds we could ony dream of back home on cold winter nights. I sat there looking at the clouds, Strato Cumuls the passanger next to me had called them and the cities standing tall and far far away.

Not for long though.

I did not pray, just skipped to my next favorite song. The clock at my belt slowly ticked to blasting point.

Just enough time to squeeze in Floyd…..’Time’.

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15 Comments

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15 responses to “Time

  1. buddy

    Brilliant!howd u do it?

  2. buddy

    strato-cumuluswaah waah!

  3. maxdavinci

    And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinkingAnd racing around to come up behind you againThe sun is the same in the relative way, but youre olderShorter of breath and one day closer to deathprofound, i impressed!

  4. Gradwolf

    Oh!Take these broken wings and learn to flyAll your lifeYou were only waiting for this moment to ariseYes. I would have preferred Beatles

  5. Fat Gujju!

    Good!!!….Loved it…. 😀

  6. rosemilkinabottle

    Such profoundness, I say! Good one

  7. vitruvian

    @buddy:I knew u’d appreciate strato cumulus… :Dand how d’u do it? is a question i ask YOU each time u post man!@maxdavinci:The time has gone the song is over, thought I’d something more to say..@Gradwolf: Blackbird singing in the dead of nightBlackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night! well..whatever struck in time…@Fat Gujju:thank u thank u@rosemilkinabottle:thank u very much indeed!!@padmaja::D

  8. kusublakki

    I am seriously jealous…sooper post 🙂

  9. Vedang

    wow.though i have to say, this post goes very much in the weird category.but superb none-the-less.psthanks too, for kindling memories of two of my favorite songs: Time and Blackbird

  10. Liberal

    Really good, there is no bigger slap on the face of a terrorist than to accuse him of being a Dido fan ;)!

  11. sthitapragnya

    Brilliant! You have a gift! And what perfect timing for a perfect song!

  12. Prashanti :)

    tooo good!!!!!!!!!!

  13. dharmabum

    woah! kinda blew my head before the bomb blew.i despise ear phones though – find them very irritating…

  14. vitruvian

    @kusublakki:yes i can see u all green!!thank u :D@Vedang:yes yes..like author like post :)both weird!!yes…using the Dido was and unfortunate necessity but it fit the bill perfectly..but floyd and beatles are forever man!@Liberal:lol..well said my friend!!how true is that!@sthitapragnya:Thank u sthita..Honestly..I surprised myself.. :D@Prashanti:thanks :)@dharmabum:hey..i’m so glad to see u here… :Dthanks for the comment…but earphones are the best thing since sliced bread man!!

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