Sad Eyes...
"You have sad eyes," she said, as she sat on the chair opposite, in the two-by-two cubicle. As she looked into my eyes, I could see that she was serious, and maybe... just maybe... she had read me well. Too well. I averted my eyes.
No, wait! Don't go. This isn't an attempt at creative writing like some of my fellow bloggers. I probably couldn't write creatively. Or maybe I could, but it's never creative enough. (Is humour creative?) This isn't about reading people either. Then what is it about you ask. Well, I really don't know that yet.
It's just one of those days when I find myself relatively free and then I start wondering about my neglected blog and my sad eyes. So then I think maybe I can combine them and revel in their oneness. But it doesn't happen that way, does it? Life has a way of making mincemeat of your plans. That statement isn't really related to anything I'm saying here, but I just wanted to say it. Right now, another thing I want to say is - "Nothing ever goes away." That was said by Barry Commoner. Quite an optimist, I see.
Lately, that remark has been coming around from unforseen places and nudging me at the most unexpected moments. Not the Barry Commoner one, but the sad eyes one. Like I was seeing Mr. Prune (aka the 29 year old) in Indian Idol yesterday night, and suddenly, out of nowhere, it pops up. "You have sad eyes." Just like that. Yes, I know Indian Idol is pathetic but at least it shouldn't induce quietly unsettling moments akin to mild indigestion. It's just not right. It scares me. Bad programs having the power equal to indigestion. Terrifying.
But back to my sad eyes. What does that mean anyway? Sad eyes? Like how? Teary? Miserable? Piteous? Wretched? (I actually have the thesaurus open. So, hapless? Pathetic? Misfortunate?...) How does one have sad eyes? My eyes are normal. Like everybody's eyes. Maybe more beautiful, but not more sad than others definitely. I suddenly have this image of a droopy sop of a person, sitting with a long face in a corner. I'm big on images. That I am.
...And I have sad eyes.
Sigh. Barry Commoner was right. It isn't going away.
No, wait! Don't go. This isn't an attempt at creative writing like some of my fellow bloggers. I probably couldn't write creatively. Or maybe I could, but it's never creative enough. (Is humour creative?) This isn't about reading people either. Then what is it about you ask. Well, I really don't know that yet.
It's just one of those days when I find myself relatively free and then I start wondering about my neglected blog and my sad eyes. So then I think maybe I can combine them and revel in their oneness. But it doesn't happen that way, does it? Life has a way of making mincemeat of your plans. That statement isn't really related to anything I'm saying here, but I just wanted to say it. Right now, another thing I want to say is - "Nothing ever goes away." That was said by Barry Commoner. Quite an optimist, I see.
Lately, that remark has been coming around from unforseen places and nudging me at the most unexpected moments. Not the Barry Commoner one, but the sad eyes one. Like I was seeing Mr. Prune (aka the 29 year old) in Indian Idol yesterday night, and suddenly, out of nowhere, it pops up. "You have sad eyes." Just like that. Yes, I know Indian Idol is pathetic but at least it shouldn't induce quietly unsettling moments akin to mild indigestion. It's just not right. It scares me. Bad programs having the power equal to indigestion. Terrifying.
But back to my sad eyes. What does that mean anyway? Sad eyes? Like how? Teary? Miserable? Piteous? Wretched? (I actually have the thesaurus open. So, hapless? Pathetic? Misfortunate?...) How does one have sad eyes? My eyes are normal. Like everybody's eyes. Maybe more beautiful, but not more sad than others definitely. I suddenly have this image of a droopy sop of a person, sitting with a long face in a corner. I'm big on images. That I am.
...And I have sad eyes.
Sigh. Barry Commoner was right. It isn't going away.
posted by Aran at 10:51 AM
27 Comments:
well sad eyes never lie, at least according to Enrique Iglesias :P
[Posted by Lily on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:33 pm]
You need to get out of that cubicle. And watch Indian Idol, its comin again... 9 30... "sab kuch bhula de".
Never thought that show had the answer to your problem, did ya?
[Posted by fallen angel on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:40 pm]
Lil, do I have sad eyes? :|
Angelique, Do you think Prune reminded me of sad eyes? Something in him triggered it all off...? Horror!! :o
[Posted by Aran on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:42 pm]
NO.. i did NOT think THAT.
And it's of no USE.
You have started showin your TRUE colours.
DEAR GOD!
WHATTA waste.
[Posted by fallen angel on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:45 pm]
Brown. My true colours are brown. Limpid brown. And sad. :D
[Posted by Aran on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:48 pm]
yes.
and maroon. Accept it.
mono-chromed sad eyed slow engine.
[Posted by fallen angel on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:50 pm]
No, not maroon.
Yellow. :x
I think I can. I think I can...
[Posted by Aran on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 8:55 pm]
lol, you think you can? you think you sad? sad eyes? like that?
[Posted by Lily on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 10:54 pm]
but u do hav sad eyes!
i've seen them! :D
btw, maudlin - 'tis a nice word. love that word. :D
[Posted by drp on Friday Oct 29, 2004 at 11:38 pm]
Mr. Payne. Humph to you! Humph, I say. You wouldn't know sad eyes if they bit you on your... Humph again! Maudlin indeed. You're going so overboard with the italics and bold, aren't you! :p
Lil, :(
[Posted by Aran on Saturday Oct 30, 2004 at 9:24 am]
** Peering into the mirror **
People say i have grass-eyes......
[Posted by Skank on Saturday Oct 30, 2004 at 10:51 am]
Kind of nice. Oblivion. Where can I sign up for those grass-eyes?
[Posted by Aran on Saturday Oct 30, 2004 at 5:36 pm]
look who's talkin abt creativity!! what about mortals like us???
[Posted by diva on Saturday Oct 30, 2004 at 6:49 pm]
So I'm divine? :o *bats eyelashes*
[Posted by Aran on Saturday Oct 30, 2004 at 12:38 am]
syko whips out his UZI and shoots evry1 in sight. sad eyes or not.
and yes, starts to play Bon Jovi, Blaze of Glory, REALLY LOUD. i mean REALLY REALLY loud.
:-"
syko.
[Posted by syko_ceramic on Sunday Oct 31, 2004 at 6:12 pm]
All fa siblings in one blog. I'm blessed. *sniff* Truly lucky. *sniff sob* I feel so... *sigh* no words to describe what I'm feeling...!!! Overwhelmed.
[Posted by Aran on Monday Nov 1, 2004 at 11:10 pm]
lol, sniff as in tears of happiness? as in no longer sad eyes? :P
[Posted by Lily on Monday Nov 1, 2004 at 11:46 pm]
Finally!!! :p (})
[Posted by Aran on Monday Nov 1, 2004 at 12:50 am]
And I thought you were the last girl to indulge in melodrama.......... ;)
[Posted by Anoop on Tuesday Nov 2, 2004 at 11:56 am]
Moron! Where's the melodrama? I don't want the label!!! :p
[Posted by Aran on Tuesday Nov 2, 2004 at 5:35 pm]
syko throws in a grenade too, just to spice things up a lil. :D
:-"
destructive_
syko.
[Posted by syko_ceramic on Tuesday Nov 2, 2004 at 6:01 pm]
You dont want the label??? Wishes, horses, beggars riding....
[Posted by Anoop on Wednesday Nov 3, 2004 at 12:27 pm]
kabhi hamaray blog pey bhi comment keejiyea!
[Posted by bhai bolay on Monday Nov 8, 2004 at 2:26 am]
Finally navigated my way here Aran! And glad I am too! Shall drop in oftener :)
[Posted by James Joyce on Wednesday Nov 10, 2004 at 11:26 am]
I just want to laugh. You know why ;) HAHAHAHAHA
[Posted by Anoop on Thursday Nov 11, 2004 at 10:21 am]
Hiya James Joyce. Nice to see you here. :)
Anoop, get lost! :@
[Posted by Aran on Thursday Nov 11, 2004 at 7:34 pm]
cmon post something now.
[Posted by jeez on Monday Nov 15, 2004 at 11:30 am]
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