Blue Christmas

I got out of the train and walked briskly into the under-pass. It was a relief to be out in the suburbs, away from the maddening crowd.

"I'll have a blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue just thinking about you..."

The song Blue Christmas, reverberated through the empty pass, towards me. It was a rather nasal voice. Yet there was something in it that piqued my curiosity. There was a secret ingredient in his singing that drew me. I picked up my pace and went round the corner, into the pass.

"Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree.
Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me..."

He was seated in the middle of the stark tunnel, towards my left, back against the wall. A dark scrawny man, in a fitting red Santa suit. It was a perfect visual to capture on film, in sepia tone, with only his costume in red.

"And when those blue snowflakes start falling.
That's when those blue memories start calling..."

I stood still and soaked in the whole audio visual feast. Till I noticed the curious stares I got from the rare passer-bys. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a bunch of crumpled notes.

"You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white.
But I'll have a blue, blue blue blue Christmas..."

I walked towards him and dropped the notes in to the opened pouch next to him. He was singing with his eyes half closed, hands on the keyboard. His, was a hard face, with lines that could tell a thousand stories.

"Merry Christmas. " I muttered.

"Thank you." He whispered without breaking from the song.

I smiled.

I found the recipe. I realised what drew me into the song, towards him like the mice to the Pipe Piper. It was sincerity. He felt the song, the power of the lyrics. Drawing energy from a similar personal experience, he infused the song with energy; the tunnel, with a tinge of sadness.

I walked away, with his voice wafting through the air behind me, somewhat poorer in material possession but emotionally strengthened.

It is good to see another who does not listen to music but feels it.

"You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas..."  ¶


13:09 by aberwyn 4 comments

42

The two boys were fighting it out, with imaginary weapons and deathray shooting out of their palms. No one would have guessed they were not brothers. The same small slanting eyes set on a broad face. The similar bulk of body mass showing hints of growing into a bear-sized hulk by adulthood. The younger one was bespectacled with chubby cheeks while the older brother had more defined cheekbones.

The parents soon came back to the table with food. The two boys settled easily from the fight, into a mild discussion of the workings of the weapons of each individual Power Rangers. There was no hint of any sibling rivalry that one would usually notice amongst sisters. I supposed guys are easy in that sense. I prayed the closeness and loyalty emanating from these two brothers could withstand the elements of growing up.

I looked at their dad, and smiled. He was what I imagined they will grow up to look like. As a friend used to say: From the same factory, just a more updated model of the same series.

Maybe it was due to the movie I watched earlier, Aeon Flux. I started wondering about the purpose of creating 'clones' of ourselves, be it by birth or genetic engineering. I believe procreation, for the survival of the species, is coded into our DNA. And of course I know the theory of stronger genes surviving while the perceived weaker links will get eradicated in due time. So do we live our lives serving this Purpose? To create more of ourselves so the human race can survive and continue expanding at the expenses of other 'weaker' species?

Maybe the concept of individuality was just a farce. It was just made up to satisfy our need to feel important. Maybe it was a concoction made by our ancestors, as a vaccine for the madness that hit the population when they realised how insignificant they are in the grand scheme of things.

What if one day, we can unravel the mysteries of our purpose from our DNA? What if we discovered Destiny is a just a programmeoded in our DNA? What if we discovered LOVE is just an anti-virus coded to prevent external influence that will harm the survival of the species? What if the answer was never 42? What would you do if you found out our purpose in life was as the reset button to the creation of the universe? When the Maker(s) feel that things are messy, a code will be activated and we humans are the key to destroying all that was created so it can be remade again?

What if you realised the only true choice you ever truly made independantly, was to ignore the Truth, and live in the Grand Illusion that all is well?

Would you dare to accept it and spiral into madness?

Maybe..
that is enlightenment.  ¶


11:20 by aberwyn 1 comments

I <3 Cat

Just one of those days when I feel an overwhelming urge to cuddle Cat:



Handsome boy posing seriously.




A sculpture of Cat.




Doing what cats do best.  ¶


16:34 by aberwyn 3 comments

Remember

Grief not her passing,
Celebrate the joy her words brought.
Mourn not in bereavement,
Live life with the valor she taught.  ¶


15:33 by aberwyn 0 comments