#theappointment

[gloryofgod]

THE APPOINTMENT

I met a guy

A stranger

Strange

Offered to help when stranded

Days after and days on

Our path crossed often

At most times

I just wave

Then moved to ‘Hi’

Or Hi, ‘How are you?’

Then proceeded to pleasantries

He offered to have lunch with me

I agreed

We met

He told me about himself

As we ordered the meal

I did same

It was very refreshing and relive

We had so many things in common

It was like we already knew ourselves

He is gentle and kind

Bold and had gust

Handsome

Sociable with mutual respect and likeness

He is fine!!!

As we continue our conversation

I felt dizzy

Reaching for my bag

I passed out

I Woke up in the hospital

Some hours later

Him standing right by my bed

In white robe

I asked, what happened

He smiled and said

You passed out

This wasn’t news

I had been experiencing that

For the past 5years

A mystery that all the doctors

Could not find what was wrong with me

He asked series of questions

Wrote down something

He offered to be my doctor

And promised to get to the bottom of my problem

He was optimistic

When I wasn’t

For my condition

He offered to meet me twice in the week

Saturday at the Hospital

Wednesday at lunch

He said, ‘you can call me whenever you needed me’

He discharge me

We began our meeting as we arranged

My first Saturday at the hospital

We run series of test

Met the dietitian

With my blood group change my meal

I was to follow strictly

With tones of medicine

We fellowship

Every Wednesday at either restaurant, resort

Beach or gardens

As days passed

We became intimate

Not only was he my doctor

But my best friend

I could share anything

And everything with

With him in my life

Everything changes

My sense of reasoning

My heart beat

My character

I could smile at any storm

I was well again

I was not afraid

He never asked anything in return

Before we met

I was broke financially

Heart broken

Business was unproductive

Family saw me to be problematic

Friends thought of me as evil

Suicidal

Drunkard

Health challenge

Afraid and anxious

Regular fellowship brought me peace

Heard his voice audibly

He felt my pain

He understood and cared

Nobody can do me

The way he did me

And still doing

He is the lover

The lover of my soul

JESUS CHRIST

[thebeautyinthestruggle]

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The Appointment

About two months ago we were given a class project to come up with a short movie idea, then pitch it to the class. Then we would all vote and pick which movie we wanted to actually make. My class was kind enough to pick my movie idea, making me the writer and director. The final product is finally done after countless hours of writing, editing, preparing and finally filming. It was such an honor and a dream come true to get the chance to write and direct for the first time, thank you to everyone who made it possible♥

I hope you enjoy a story of two average college students, with one struggling to stay awake in his class, while the other is struggling to keep her multiple personality disorder a secret. Enjoy!

[yaminideen]

The Appointment, Herta Muller

  Granta , Rs. 399

     You can sleep all you want but the day is still there waiting and the bed is not another country. An young, unnamed Romanian seamstress living in Nicolae Ceauescu’s regime is constantly summoned. Her crime is having sewed ‘’marry me’’ notes into theItaly bound trouser pockets in the factory where she works. The hope is to escape the country. Women could apply to get married. It was all about Italy. It was nothing about him (the potential husband). It was about going from being bare assed poor to having a marble vase on your table.

  There is of course always a battle between content and form. Here the content is unnerving. You are invited as voyeur into this woman’s mind, as she takes a tram ride from her home to meet General Albu for an interrogation.The prose is like thought process , especially as it would be in a totalitarian system- disjointed, scattered, wretched, random, hopeful. You end up reading in rhythm, this happened, that happened, her best friend died, her body splattered red like a bed of poppies, the nut, it always helps to eat a nut to face the summons. You learn about the failure of her first marriage, her lover Paul who copes (with alcoholism) and the careful rituals she develops in order to cope herself.

  And so, the form is not friendly, not conducive and you feel like an outsider visiting neurosis. You understand how terror’s largest presence is not in the fire of bombs or the drums of gunfire but in the rhythm of the mind trying to retain sanity, the mind that occasionally tips over, scrambles back to an uncertain balance.

 I was wondering about the games that life plays…..I went through all the possible ways of getting fed up with the world. The first and the best: don’t get summoned and don’t go mad, like most people. The second possibility: don’t get summoned, but do lose your mind….The third: do get summoned and do go mad…. Or else the fourth: get summoned but don’t go mad like Paul and myself….or the fifth to be young, and unbelievably beautiful and not insane, but dead...

  Her tram journey was supposed to take her to the interrogation but she misses her stop and where she goes is worse, by far.

  A powerful personal tale about the individual will that is submerged in the face of totalitarian power. The trick is not to go mad.

  Rating: ***

 First City Magazine, 2010