Story of a lost journalist

July 7, 2008

Al, Al Pacino-look-alike or Al Pacino?

Filed under: Imagination — Cris @ 22:30
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I am sitting by the pond and watching the water aimlessly. I don’t notice an older guy come and sit near me until he says “Hi”.
Pause for 13 seconds.
The old guy is still there, and I look at him and say “Hi”. I notice something about him and smile. He says “It took you so long to say hi?”

Was he searching for something in my face? Hmm, no. I smile at him again and say “I am new in this place. In this country.”
He says “Ohhhhh”
And I proceed, “I don’t know the ways here you know”
“Where are you from?”, he asks politely
I say, “I am from India”
“Wow that is far. I guess people don’t talk to strangers much in your place?”
I laugh softly at this and say “No, haha, they don’t”
He smiles gently and says “Wow then I must be honored. Why were you so nice to talk to me?”
I laugh, stop for a moment to think and tell the truth. “You look like Al Pacino”
He laughs too now. “Haa haa! So Al Pacino is a nice guy to talk to?”
“He seems like a nice guy. In movies”, I say thoughtfully.
He laughs and says “Not everything that seems to be what they are, are what they really are my dear”
I nodded.

Pause for 30 seconds. He too is looking at the water now. Probably thinking on what he said. And then as an add-on to the last line he says “Some things are though”.
I like this guy. I wish he would stay longer.
As if he read my thoughts, he says “I am actually expecting company. What about you?”
“I am not, I thought I will, you know, just sit here for a while”
“You like being alone?”
“Sometimes”
“Why?”
“Cause there is no strain. I don’t have to keep my company amused, I don’t have to talk about things. I can just think what I feel like. Its less stressful”
Now he bursts out laughing. “That’s the first time I hear that haha. But you talk sense. Most people don’t realize this. But then again you know what?”
“What”
“There could be people with whom you could do all these things you do alone now. Leave them unamused, stay in silence and in one’s own thoughts without worrying about what the other feels”
“Oh”
“Yes”

And then, we did just that. I forget he is there and go to my own thoughts. He on his part stares at a bench on the other side, probably deep in thought. After a while, I don’t know how long, I ask, “When is your company coming?”. There is panic in my voice. It is like asking when will they take you away from me. Your silence, and your presence so good as to keep me to myself and in company all at the same time.
“I don’t know. But am glad she is late”. He looks at me and smiles. With that, a car horns and he turns around. “Coming”, he shouts and turns to look at me.
“It was really really nice meeting you. What shall I call you?”
“Cris, please. And you?”
“Call me Al”, he smiles, pats my head and runs to the car. For an older guy, he didn’t seem old at heart at all.

I stand up from the pond and walk oblivious to the murmurings around me and the group of people rushing towards his car. The murmurers and the rushers never came near the pond when he was there. Now they are coming towards me. I could hear someone who is a little loud with excitement. “That’s the girl that talked to Al Pacino! And she didn’t even know who he was”

I smile. What did they know? In this land of imagination, I created my Al Pacinos. I went and sat by a pond in a foreign country when I felt like and talked to people I felt like. I was the ruler, the director. But I wish now Al was real. I made him too good now I want to take him out of my imagination and bring him to the real world. ‘Possible failure of goodness retaining if taken to real world’, my wisdom advised. “So ok Al, you just stay there. And drop by when I visit the pond again. Love, Cris.” I write on a piece of paper. Al looks at it and smiles. “Reality, dear Cris could be so amazingly strange you might end up feeling its just your little imagination”.

[call me al song]

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12 Comments »

  1. wow! i liked this one a lot .. dunno y!

    Comment by rose — July 8, 2008 @ 01:55 | Reply

  2. Well said, buddy… well said.
    Infact, the very same concept is one that I use to measure the depth of my intimacy with a person. When I’m driving with a good friend of mine, we sometimes never talk at all, but just sit lost in our thoughts through out the journey, and it seems just perfectly normal. But if I’m driving with an acquaintance, oh my! the effort I put to make and sustain just any conversation!!! Horrible!

    Comment by Tedy Kanjirathinkal — July 8, 2008 @ 03:45 | Reply

  3. Good one, dear – that was well written, and takes the reader to the mood you illustrated.

    Now, this one strongly reminded me of Richard Bach 🙂
    Have you read any of his books, Cris? Give this one a try – “Illusions – the adventures of a reluctant messiah”

    btw, call me just Reia – Its Minky who needs the full name 😉

    Comment by Reia Organa — July 8, 2008 @ 04:10 | Reply

  4. nice visualisation..reality could sometimes be strange enough that we wished that all was just an illusion…nice post btw..

    Comment by mathew — July 8, 2008 @ 11:30 | Reply

  5. Heyyy tooo gud 😉 i loved this one 🙂

    Comment by Gov — July 8, 2008 @ 11:52 | Reply

  6. Vry vry nice sissy! Lovely reading it….makes me ponder!
    And yeah…..it’s so sad India lost…I had great hopes :sigh:
    :X

    Comment by meghnak — July 8, 2008 @ 14:52 | Reply

  7. @Cris:
    Cool 🙂
    I especially liked the original drama in the 30 second pause, and the following “Some things are though” 🙂

    @Reia:
    ‘Minky’?? You are gonna get from him today 😀

    Comment by Arián Kenobi — July 8, 2008 @ 22:11 | Reply

  8. @Arián: what… I like it… its kinda cute 🙂 Ain’t it ?

    Comment by Reia Organa — July 8, 2008 @ 22:32 | Reply

  9. @ros, thanks dear. I know why, cause you pretty much imagine a lot yourself and could connect well

    @Tedy, exactly!

    @Reia, thank you 🙂 And Minky! LOL!

    @mathew, true. Thank you for dropping by 🙂

    @Gov, keep going, keep going :p

    @meghnak, sissy? Hehe I know you didnt mean the word sissy, but sis :-). Thanks dear and yes, I too had high hopes 😦

    @Arian, Thank you, I loved writing it too hehe

    @Reia, to your second comment, it sure is 😀

    Comment by Cris — July 8, 2008 @ 23:28 | Reply

  10. Hey great post 😉 sooo nostalgic….soo true……wonderful read! Cheers! 🙂

    Comment by sajith — July 9, 2008 @ 21:37 | Reply

  11. @sajith, thank you so much 🙂 But why nostalgic?

    Comment by Cris — July 10, 2008 @ 22:45 | Reply

  12. @ Cris….Nostalgic to mean many instances here sound true and similar to what i have seen in real life…..take for example…………
    “Cause there is no strain. I don’t have to keep my company amused, I don’t have to talk about things. I can just think what I feel like. Its less stressful……” is so very true…..and there are many more -:)

    Comment by sajith — July 11, 2008 @ 20:24 | Reply


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