Monday, February 07, 2005

The Doll House.

A doll, a thing of beauty to play with.

The walls have been built and life hammered into the perfect shape to fit within thorny fences of rights and the wrongs. A neat little box of a tidy life, placed inside the gates of suburban righteousness. How couldn't it be so, when the storms have been pushed outside with life deodorised and sanitised ? The doors locked and bolted from within ? No matter how hard the doll tries to sneak out, from under the barred doors of an imprisoned mind and peep through the fiery key holes of forbidden desires, she draws back in suffocating censure.
Ensured loyalty.
Insured fidelity.

She built the walls. She locked the doors. She threw the keys away. She hammered away at herself and fit in. A chisseled mannequin of perfection offered at the altar of life's demands. And then trickling through time her little box was tidy nomore . Nothing but charred rubble, at the doorstep of igniting passion. Visible but invisible beyond the high suburban walls. A hollow shell. The battered gates hang perilously. On righteous hinges still. On the verge. On the edge. Beyond reason. Between wrong and right. Whats right and whats wrong anymore, when wrong feels so right and right is no more ???

And so she pleads with herself. To release herself. From Herself.
To rise from the ashes. Like the Phoenix.
To build herself.
Once more.




10 Comments:

At 3:42 PM, Blogger . : A : . said...

Pincushion, this was very well written. The kind of post you'd read again and again and again. Just to ensure that you don't miss and thing in it. Thanks for this.

 
At 12:50 AM, Blogger Martin said...

wow, yeah, I totally agree with :A: Really strong and wonderful stuff!

- La Luna

 
At 7:44 PM, Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

A very disturbing piece, Pincushion! And it disturbs by its intensity. Very well written.

 
At 6:52 AM, Blogger mermaid said...

Who is she? May sound like a practical question to an abstract writer, but I always like to know if it is a referral to someone in particular, if you ever chose to tell.

 
At 5:15 PM, Blogger G Shrivastava said...

So much like Ibsen's Doll's House, yet so different - you've added that dash of personal touch that makes the familiar unfamiliar, a sign of true talent there!! this was truly intense and well-written!

 
At 5:48 PM, Blogger Pincushion said...

Agastya - I am glad that you felt that way. Thank you :)

Ramchi - Yes, I agree. The not doing is always worse ! Thanks.

Luna - Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it :)

Sudarshan - Welcome aboard ! Thank you for dropping by and the comment. Looking forward to seeing you often :)

Speckled Band - Welcome ! Its a long time since you last visited. Hope to seeing you around much more. Yes, perhaps it IS disturbing.

Poetic Mermaid - Welcome to my virtual home :). Thank you so much for dropping by and the comment.
As far as who she is, well to me she is every woman, so many we see in our daily lives, if only we looked more carefully beyond the facades and the masks !

Geetanjali - I have to very shamefully admit I didn't know who Ibsen was or about his Doll House. Your comment sent me scurrying on the net to find out more. And yes, there does seems to be a vestige of similarity there. It added to my knowledge. Thank you for that :)

 
At 6:05 PM, Blogger Elixir said...

:) hey u...loved it!! sure will drop by again.

 
At 12:38 PM, Blogger G Shrivastava said...

Ibsen's Doll's House is a must-read classic. Infact I'd blogged abt it on my Literary Mosaic - http://literarymosaic.blogspot.com/2004/04/henrik-ibsen.html You can read it, though I'm sure by now you already know this much! If you get a chance, do read it!

I'm amazed at how uncannily similar your theme is to his - awesome work! Post it on Caferati?

 
At 3:52 PM, Blogger Jyotsna said...

hi
"Whats right and whats wrong anymore, when wrong feels so right and right is no more ???"...i identify with this a lot,a real lot.You have a way of weaving words in a magical way:)

 
At 5:00 AM, Blogger aa said...

Pincushion, I must say, this one particularly captured my attention and held it for the longest time.

I guess the most beautiful stories are the ones you can relate to.

Keep it up.

 

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