Friday, May 8, 2009
January 2009: Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Sitting on a comfortable couch at his place I read a play which I wanted to read for a long time-Waiting for Godot. It is a play where nothing happens twice. It symbolizes today because there is no beginning and no end. It was a day of waiting. I was at places where I was neither a misfit nor really needed. Two men wait under a tree for someone called Godot to come. They talk to each other only to pass the time. Their cross-talk is funny and sad. Sad because of the exquisite emptiness of the hours they spent waiting. Scene 1 ends without Godot arriving. Scene2 ends without Godot arriving. It is a piece of nothingness but more enchanting than many a deep one.