♫ Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond ♫
♫ You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr,and shine ♫
I recognize the song "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" playing on the phone. As I pay more attention to the lyrics I already know, I find that I am distracted. I make two observations about the scattered ants on the floor. What if the ants are fighting some sort of war ? Are these ants mesmerized by Pink Floyd ? What if one of those ants knows the lines from Pink Floyd ?
Several possibilities and questions were hovering in my mind.
1. Ants are supposed to be going in a line. They aren't. Have they lost the discipline?
2. Ants are supposed to stay indoors during winters and enjoy the food they have collected in the summer. Is there no food now ? Have they become greedy? Have they become like humans? I suddenly feel like writing something about the moment and the thought.
♫ You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond. ♫
Of course, winters are a joke in Chennai. Maybe they are adapting to climate change these days. I also realize hat I haven't swept the room since a month. Several lines of Floyd blend in the air and make the chaos look more poetic and philosophical. These ants now resemble the crowds seen in T-Nagar before a festival weekend. The long instrumental pieces between the lyrics makes you feel impatient . But it is perfect for this evening. I lose track of the lyrics and the music as I type. Till I reach this line. By now the song had changed.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home? ♫
I recall telling my boss how I liked to stay alone. Had I become comfortably numb ? The thought distracts from my writing again, I wonder if I have written the actual truth. Are the descriptions given so far accurate ? I turn back and look at the floor . It is empty. Then I look at the wall and the corner where they usually disappear from my sight. Miraculously they are gone. I can't see even a single ant on the floor or the wall .
It is strange and fantastic.
♫ I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb. ♫
Isn't it just strange and fantastic. Just like Floyd.