Tempest

Wednesday, 6 December 2006

The wheels are turning

There was an air of purpose. A sense of urgency and action dispersed in the air. It created a low buzz of permeating excitement. The click of high heels and polished shoes though frenzied, sounded rhythmic. It sounded like the sound was meant to be at that time. Like the chirping of birds is meant to be in the wee hours of the morn. It fit in. It seemed natural. It belonged to the hour. The energy and excitement and purpose were engulfing...

I had always looked and imagined. I half felt, half fantasised about that buzz. I saw it on TV (Ally MacBeal....my fav scene), I read about it. I envied those who I perceived to be full of direction. The officegoers had always left me with a feeling of awe. I never once imagined I'd be part of it.

Then one morning, I got into the tube and into a crowded train towards Barons Court. It was full of nonchalant people dressed in pencil skirts and pinstripe suits. Greys everywhere. Most on the phone and the rest reading the Morning metro. Train stopped. A rush of people got out. I moved with the crowd. Walked down Hammersmith Road, the heels clicked, the greys blurred. Red Light. Everyone stopped. Ever get a collective feeling of thinking the same thing? This one could not have been stronger. I could feel it like a force. And in a way it was. This was the work force. I was going to work. An insignificant job nonetheless but at that moment, waiting for the walk light to turn green I felt the urgency, the purpose, the need to be somewhere at a particular time because something was waiting to be done. And it slowly engulfed me...the overwhelming wave of excitement that I was the one to do it. And at that moment all thoughts of insignificant flew out of my mind. What remained was this feeling of acceptance, a new start. A start to what I couldn't quite understand but all that mattered was that I was an officegoer!

I thought maybe it was a dream. Maybe I had imagined it. Maybe it was just the thrill of doing something new. But then, everyday when I walk down Hammersmith Road I feel the same rush of excitement, the same feeling of purpose, the same overwhelming awe. It did not fade. It lasted. I will feel it again tomorrow. It told me of excitement greater to come. I cannot put my finger on what that excitement will be but there is a promise of it.

The wheels are turning...Yes the wheels are turning.

Posted by Pavitra :: 03:41 :: 2 comments