the day i met myself again.
uncanny things happen when you least expect them. Namrata headed to shivpuri, to raft, swim, and forget her woes and questions she's been asking the universe. She found something - something surreal, revealing that makes me write this and look for my own answers.
below is the picture she clicked on a random street, in a random lane, on a random billboard in a very random rishikesh. A friend said things like these happen only in hrishikesh, well they do. i guess.
The man in the black frames, long strands, cheeky smile, the goatie and ofcourse the chic kurta looks like me, or almost to my untrained eye...but isnt .
they say there are seven people who look just like you in this world. And so, a few days back, i found the first. what does this mean? - to suddenly realize that "hell yudi, youre really not unique". This face is just a face after all, a template who's time had come to be reused.
and how uncanny that the yudi i see in this picture could so easily have been me. i love kurtas, i like long hair, but... almost as if yudi 2, the fellow in the picture, is starring at me, laughing at how he did do it, how he managed the transition, how he is my amlost alter ego - the yudi i sometimes urge to be, and sometimes dont. He probably writes poetry, does theater, wears chappals. He likes to smoke, strum the guitar, paint. talks less, drinks whiskey and laughs out loud.
i, yudi 1, try to be him. i try to be a little bit of the yudi in this picture everyday. A little of this, a little of that, mix-match, a concoction of 2 motivations, yet striving so hard to co-exist together. so yudi 1 heads to cornell this august, only to satisfy yudi2's hunger for watching broadway and paul simon live in new york city.
this picture motivates. yudi 2 smiles, and till he does, so shall yudi1. old friends for life.
below is the picture she clicked on a random street, in a random lane, on a random billboard in a very random rishikesh. A friend said things like these happen only in hrishikesh, well they do. i guess.
The man in the black frames, long strands, cheeky smile, the goatie and ofcourse the chic kurta looks like me, or almost to my untrained eye...but isnt .
they say there are seven people who look just like you in this world. And so, a few days back, i found the first. what does this mean? - to suddenly realize that "hell yudi, youre really not unique". This face is just a face after all, a template who's time had come to be reused.
and how uncanny that the yudi i see in this picture could so easily have been me. i love kurtas, i like long hair, but... almost as if yudi 2, the fellow in the picture, is starring at me, laughing at how he did do it, how he managed the transition, how he is my amlost alter ego - the yudi i sometimes urge to be, and sometimes dont. He probably writes poetry, does theater, wears chappals. He likes to smoke, strum the guitar, paint. talks less, drinks whiskey and laughs out loud.
i, yudi 1, try to be him. i try to be a little bit of the yudi in this picture everyday. A little of this, a little of that, mix-match, a concoction of 2 motivations, yet striving so hard to co-exist together. so yudi 1 heads to cornell this august, only to satisfy yudi2's hunger for watching broadway and paul simon live in new york city.
this picture motivates. yudi 2 smiles, and till he does, so shall yudi1. old friends for life.
the pieces fit. this puzzle makes sense.
posted by yudi at 1:01 PM
2 Comments:
woes...questions...i went for a simple holiday dude! 'inspired' by your dramatic essay i also have a one liner...'the common man has become a little more common today' hehehhe - yudi 1 - YOU NEED HELP!
jeez namz.
where's the 'creative room' when a guy needs one...i like the common man thing though...
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