Visual Silence

The spinning top for as long, as I recall has held my marvel. Right from the inception where the thread releases the top, breathing in it the kinetic energy it needs as its life line. The poetic concentric movements appease the eye, which is designed in a way to appreciate symmetry with few variations for the brain to process. Behold the onlookers smile as it starts fading with the first signs of the top movement slowing and life oozing out of it, before it finally blends in beautifully with the visual silence.
My life off-lately is akin to the spinning top. Work consumes me completely and I spin on an axis with a focal point being my work. My movements are so fluid and no amount of friction such as my domestic commitments, sports, social life or things that excite me seem to slow down the swirling me. The worst is that I can’t detach myself from my scenery and have a quiet conversation with myself and find out about the life within. A good nights’ sleep is a major redeeming factor as days blend into nights and vice versa. Suddenly you start thinking of buzz corporate clichés, ‘burn out’, ‘work life balance’ and start empathizing with your old man who worked hard all his life and scavenged for words like ‘I know, I understand’ at home but rarely found them. From the corporations’ perspective the scene is a pretty one as I spin, fueled by my deliverables, empowerment and company goals. Spinning, analogous to movement is a relative phenomenon and you realize people around you, your friends etc seem freer as their orbital movement has slack that allows them to contact you every now and then and ask to meet up to unwind. Unwind I will, the top is slowing down already and the reality around me seems augmented with tell-take signs of introspection breaking in.