Item Number: Moving on....

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Moving on....

I could never really understand what the term ‘move on’ means. What does it mean? It’s not like you can physically pick yourself up from one block of the checker board and move 2.5 steps diagonally. So how does one move on virtually? How do you stop wanting to feel a certain way and want to feel another? How do you detach yourself from life and all those emotions attached for the past time frame and ‘move on’ to wanting to feel something that may not even exist?! For some it’s easy. Physical tangibles make it easy, you get a new house, you get a new mate, a new bike maybe and you’ve moved on. But on to what? Or from what? Is there really a formula for dissolving the umbilical cord or do have you to dress better to hide it? If certain feelings can change overnight then how strong were those feelings in the first place? If they weren’t strong than what were you feeling? They say some things hurt for too long, but then you get over it. Or is it that you learn to live with the pain? Or the pain numbs you so much that it no longer pains? Even a slight unexpected detour on a long planned road trip throws you off, then how does one without a map or GPRS get life back on track? Life is not a car, a game of chess, or a movie. It comes without a pause or rewind button. Then how do you plan a move on?

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GargoyleJuly 18, 2012 at 4:24 AM
Just saw this. The analogy is not a road trip but a bruise or wound. It heals, with time. It doesn't disappear, the fact that it's gone doesn't change how real it was when it lasted. It just passes, like time itself. And good thing too.
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About Me

Ok, so I’m 5ft 9, about 139 pounds, big greenish brown eyes, long curvy lashes, a curvier body, soft curly hair and an electrifying smile. This impression exists in my head…and now in yours.

It’s not because what I look like makes me uneasy, but this is the number that I’d like to turn up in, someday.

Hence, the ‘Item Number’. A lot many maybe familiar with the term and all that it implies but for the ignorant read on…

I’ve always associated myself with the term ‘Item Number’ which however until recently was a phrase loosely used in Bollywood to describe a filler, a foreplay before the formidable act, a thesaurus for sleazy dance, an excuse for skin show (not always attractive).

All that is now the past. With cinemas growing sensibilities, the stigma attached to the phrase no longer exists and in fact, is now glorified by a list of A grade celebrities gracing the screen with their special performance, adding glam value to an otherwise submissive script.

However in spite of the recent but growing respect, the meaning of the phrase ‘Item Number’ has never changed for me. An item number is an exhibit out of the ordinary plot line, sometimes provocative yet necessary, it sometimes lends itself to the situation but other times it’s forced. It’s long enough to make you smile, but short enough leaving you longing for more. Sometimes special. Sometimes over the top. But never subtle.

I believe, if we search deep inside, we all yearn to be an item number (yes even you!)

It’s the longing to be special. To be provocative. To be able to tease ones boundaries. To be different. To be the one. To make people sit up and notice.

If only for an hour, if only for a minute or even a second.

When you hear the crowds cheer (even if it’s just in your head), respond to every appreciative/envious glare with a radiating smile from within, when you know the stars are shinning in this moment, only to make you look brighter, and you almost throw your hands up to the universe miming a big ‘Thank You’ that’s when you know you’re an Item Number.