Wordless Wednesday 1: Kurtha Raya

Mr. Bunbury

An introduction to Mr. Bunbury to the less literate people; in the play 'The Importance of Being Ernest' by Oscar Wilde, he is an invalid friend of Algernon who haves an extraordinary bad health and conveniently gets sicks and require Algernon's company when the latter have some business to be avoided. Not surprising considering the facts that Mr. Bunbury did not exist in real life and merely an invention by Algernon.

Also in the play, Algernon defines Bunburyist as people who had made up a fictional character of their care so that they can easily get out of a commitment or responsibilities. It is a type of con.

I am a master of Bunburyist myself, trained by the days i answered the home phone when some trivial person wants to talk to my mom, who happens to be a master Bunburyist herself and my mentor in the art. At first detailed back-story was needed to be briefed but over time, i learned to made something up as i go without really needing any preparation.

Artful dodging especially by mere conversation have been a fascination for me. The reason why i like watching lawyer shows and why i think i am more suited in being a lawyer than what i am set to be now. Throwing smoke screens with words, buying time before some real substance and strategy materialize.

i noticed that i developed a manner of conversation which are somewhat vague and ambiguous and which are open to the the interpretation of others without committing to one or the other. in most cases the opponent would assume that i actually agree with him/her. but it is a double edged sword, especially during some oral test cause i cant seem to get straight to the point(it does not applies to an interview where character and communication skill are tested instead of key points).

For the later part of this post, i would further simplify the use of Bunbury as a verb to describe avoiding responsibilities and commitment in a device to tell my story today.

I have been Bunburying the whole day and as i typed the letters of this post i was supposed to be studying for exam, even more so because i made a mano-a-mano battle out of it. if i do lose(which would be my own laziness fault) the eardrums of mine and the approximate in radius 10m will vibrates profusely causing enough heat to cause physical damage, severe pain and the lost of their elasticity thus our hearing.

before this post was in motion, i was just finished reading the play aforementioned earlier. subsequently, literature become a subject of a skype conversation which were the actual immediate incident before this blog post.

the love for literature is disregarded during college. i do reads some literature now n then but there is no intellectual discussion about the subject afterwards. It is such a shame for my critics, interpretation and thoughts which are plentiful to remain unheard.

Certain other obligations like studies etc and a number of variable and trivial distractions limits the time to actually read. i have to Bunbury through a 3 act play. (please ignore the fact that if i did not Bunbury for the distractions i would have finished the whole anthology).

in high school i am always excited for english period especially if the teacher is teaching literature for the day. i would contribute the most in those discussion. we miss those days thus the idea for a book club transpires. where we would commit(to one book) and have deep meaningful conversation(about the book).

in an alternate reality, i am an English major student in one of the Ivy League, most probably in same lectures as Emma Watson, lying on the parks ground reading my assignment when someone approaches....

proximity

icarus flew high

with the wings he had given

the warning that cometh with

are all but forgotten

the sun

bright and warm

great mass, great gravity

helplessly pulling the intrigued

just so when in proximity

the reality kicks in

the sun's fault surfaces

wild untamed fickle unpredictable

kills the subject in question

its not the sun deed

yet the sun knows its fault

it is true indeed

it is lonely at the top

the sun wants company

but knows not how to be in

thus it let a lie publicly known

as daedalus told

the sun's hostility

even then

the gravitation too strong

more so on those

who possesses great gravity of their own

he could have flew far

with the wings he has been given

but to the sun he reaches out

eager to be the lonesome star's

the solitary heart fickled

as hope and despair variably felt

the optimist and realist take their turn

only jealousy persisted

to see the courage to be in pursuit

rather than awaits n avoid pursuit

as it watches the distance disappears

'he could be the one, no ones ever come as close'

and thus hope is high, it shines too bright

causing them to be apart

that brief sweet moment they shared

always be in the sun's memory

along with the others who tried and died

and all the sad goodbyes

the lonely sun

awaits for courageous others

to once again be pursuit

shining with hope

there will be the one

yet, contempt with

eternal loneliness

in that, he wonders

the deeds

the life the departed would have

if they chose to resist that gravity

and just stay away

cause safety can be found in distance

*this poem that does not rhyme deals with choice between desire and responsibilities when such talent and/or rare opportunities are given. also choice between living the conventional safe life, or pursuit the dreams of the risky road less traveled. love, hope, contempt and commitment phobia are also shown in personification of the sun. icarus feelings are left in question except for his love to the sun, what he feels about his tragic death are left unknown whether he regret it or happy about it. and what would happen when he is still alive, would he be living with regret?

p/s: At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet -plato-

Looking ahead

taking on my hike
morning, day or night
head straight looking ahead
To the horizon lies await

but here when the sun sets
there's nothing but upset
As I hike into the night
I'm put in state of fright

these times it limits
To look ahead is to face the heat
As there are blinding lights
Force me to lower my sight

My head bowed down
Face makes a frown
To my feet I stare
Avoiding the glare

Looking down to my feet
Count every step I heed

which each i do count

the small steps abound

pointless it seems

gravely to my grim

planted the seeds

yet slowly it creeps

holding down a sigh

keeping my hope high

moving forward i do

may the light pass through

brighter than a flare

to strong eyes cant bear

the waves i wade

do not make it fade

but the future is kind

when the light is behind

that is the time i wait

when i can again look ahead