Coffee and Creation
When a semi-hungry stomach unfolds a plethora of unexpected memories, those(at least according to me) are the best days.There are places, for conversation, enjoyment, thrill seeking or just visual stimulation all made by humans for humans because we need a place for everything, social homo sapiens as we tend to be.
Stumbling into one today, after a rather monotonous and tiring half day in college, me, with half a mind to kill and the other half of collapsing onto a nearby plain surface realized that I had errands to run(perks of staying alone huh?). My laptop's charger beautifully decided to give up on me a few days back and the nearest service station was no other than in Koromangala, around 10 km away, which for Bangalore might as well be a lifetime. The warranty ending in 5 days I didn't really have a choice so grudgingly I made my way to my destination. Me being me, the first thought that popped into my head was "what am I going to eat'? as I hadn't had lunch and was thinking for quite a long time to fill that empty abyss that is my stomach.
Upon reaching, I immediately went to the service station, realizing that there was a certain amount of waiting time before my dilemma was to be looked at.Having no choice, I settled in for my turn, which thankfully arrived soon.But to my surprise, I was told that particular station only fixed phone related problems and I had to go to another location entirely to get my charger looked at. At that particular moment, I was more famished than concerned(but then again, that's me most of the time), so I looked up the location, which wasn't too far away. I postponed that trip and decided to get done with lunch first, I won't give you the details on this one, cause this post will go on forever if I do.
After lunch, I took an auto and headed to the official service center which semi swiftly looked into my problem and told me to wait for an update and come after a few days. Exiting the store, I realized, my brain needed some coffee for the hour long transit back to my humble and completely underdeveloped Bannerghatta. On to Zomato, the first search for Cafes and more told me about a pretty well-known coffee place, which was 4 mins away.This is where I thanked Bangalore for its weather and started putting one foot before the other and soon a series of marble steps going upwards led to the place my phone was pointing at.
Inside, were people amidst deep conversations, some laughing, some waiting and some just sitting in front of their laptops and notebooks trying to get work done.With wooden high back chairs and roughly chiseled tables, this space gave quite an aesthetic vibe and all that accompanied with the smell of fresh coffee beans being made into a variant of high energy beverages.
Surprisingly, I found myself sitting opposite to an artist, though I don't know if he likes being called that, I figured he was one because he kept filling his tiny little notebook with unaccountable types of shapes, one inside the other, turning the page only to come up with something even more unique and in acute symmetry. I wondered how this man, with skull Vans shoes, liquid tip pen in hand, unknown music blaring through those earphones drew on, unaware of his surroundings, as if no one existed, nothing mattered but his creation on that particular piece of paper at that point of time. Maybe he knew, that I, not so subtly glancing at that very piece was trying to find meaning, which for him might as well have been just shapes or a casket of unbridled thoughts that I couldn't even begin to make a dent in.He continued to draw until his pages came to an end and the ink from his pen dried up as if the last drop of a thirsty well, shading, and structuring at will.
Maybe, me stumbling on to this place was a way for nature to tell me it was time I wrote again because I finally found something to write about, to dig into, to think about. My interpretation of what he drew is explained below-:
A Deconstructed Circle within Another
If only, life were that easy
as a square fitting into a larger square,
a circle within another circle.
But what we see is nothing but the surface of the paper,
as the shapes within remain unknown.
Gestalt, creating the tendency to imagine a whole,
when it isn't actually there,
hoping everything comes together in the end
when in truth, nothing does
a coping mechanism on its own
creates another way for people to push away the disappointment
just a little bit further
only to crash into it again.
P.S- I know this is a long post and the last section doesn't really rhyme, but it's been a while and I hope you guys like what I've put down.
Goodbye..my intricate humans.
Stumbling into one today, after a rather monotonous and tiring half day in college, me, with half a mind to kill and the other half of collapsing onto a nearby plain surface realized that I had errands to run(perks of staying alone huh?). My laptop's charger beautifully decided to give up on me a few days back and the nearest service station was no other than in Koromangala, around 10 km away, which for Bangalore might as well be a lifetime. The warranty ending in 5 days I didn't really have a choice so grudgingly I made my way to my destination. Me being me, the first thought that popped into my head was "what am I going to eat'? as I hadn't had lunch and was thinking for quite a long time to fill that empty abyss that is my stomach.
Upon reaching, I immediately went to the service station, realizing that there was a certain amount of waiting time before my dilemma was to be looked at.Having no choice, I settled in for my turn, which thankfully arrived soon.But to my surprise, I was told that particular station only fixed phone related problems and I had to go to another location entirely to get my charger looked at. At that particular moment, I was more famished than concerned(but then again, that's me most of the time), so I looked up the location, which wasn't too far away. I postponed that trip and decided to get done with lunch first, I won't give you the details on this one, cause this post will go on forever if I do.
After lunch, I took an auto and headed to the official service center which semi swiftly looked into my problem and told me to wait for an update and come after a few days. Exiting the store, I realized, my brain needed some coffee for the hour long transit back to my humble and completely underdeveloped Bannerghatta. On to Zomato, the first search for Cafes and more told me about a pretty well-known coffee place, which was 4 mins away.This is where I thanked Bangalore for its weather and started putting one foot before the other and soon a series of marble steps going upwards led to the place my phone was pointing at.
Inside, were people amidst deep conversations, some laughing, some waiting and some just sitting in front of their laptops and notebooks trying to get work done.With wooden high back chairs and roughly chiseled tables, this space gave quite an aesthetic vibe and all that accompanied with the smell of fresh coffee beans being made into a variant of high energy beverages.Surprisingly, I found myself sitting opposite to an artist, though I don't know if he likes being called that, I figured he was one because he kept filling his tiny little notebook with unaccountable types of shapes, one inside the other, turning the page only to come up with something even more unique and in acute symmetry. I wondered how this man, with skull Vans shoes, liquid tip pen in hand, unknown music blaring through those earphones drew on, unaware of his surroundings, as if no one existed, nothing mattered but his creation on that particular piece of paper at that point of time. Maybe he knew, that I, not so subtly glancing at that very piece was trying to find meaning, which for him might as well have been just shapes or a casket of unbridled thoughts that I couldn't even begin to make a dent in.He continued to draw until his pages came to an end and the ink from his pen dried up as if the last drop of a thirsty well, shading, and structuring at will.
Maybe, me stumbling on to this place was a way for nature to tell me it was time I wrote again because I finally found something to write about, to dig into, to think about. My interpretation of what he drew is explained below-:
A Deconstructed Circle within Another
If only, life were that easy
as a square fitting into a larger square,
a circle within another circle.
But what we see is nothing but the surface of the paper,as the shapes within remain unknown.
Gestalt, creating the tendency to imagine a whole,
when it isn't actually there,
hoping everything comes together in the end
when in truth, nothing does
a coping mechanism on its own
creates another way for people to push away the disappointment
just a little bit further
only to crash into it again.
P.S- I know this is a long post and the last section doesn't really rhyme, but it's been a while and I hope you guys like what I've put down.
Goodbye..my intricate humans.
💞
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