my two cents for the day
i am dead beat but i so wanted to leave a post
its like leaving my mark on this world for one eternity even if that is encapsulated into 24 short hrs.....
it was a great day today: "a great day for freedom" as "They" have said. but as any other day I, found out that while u gain something every day, u lose something as well. and what i lost today is some of my patience. i hope that it replenishes itself when i set out to brave the world again at sunrise.... or way after that...
btw now is one of the rare moments when i am actually surrounded by silence. And there is music in that too. You just have to learn to hear. if you donot hear it, then learn to feel it.
Thursday 22 March, 2007
Wednesday 21 March, 2007
Given the activity
Given the activity in the past few days, I guess I have difficulty believing that people would direct criticism and ridicule from behind the veil of anonymity. Just does not pack that big a punch and ends up bringing a smirk to the face.... and then the inevitable dismissal..
Sunday 18 March, 2007
Door knob
I just looked at my door knob some time ago and thought to myself that I have not opened my front door even once today. Now that is something which is to be expected but the fact is that this is one of those times when I find immense surprise in small and extremely prosaic things like these.
But actually what I end up doing is ending up finding greater meanings in such signs. Not turning the door knob even once in a day to open the door and go out is a sign of what? Laziness, seclusion or what. I remember vividly the first lines of the movie Crash where Don Cheadle says to his partner that people are so isolated that they crash against each other if only to come in contact with them. So are we locked up in our own islands of content, discontent, complacency... what?
Have I turned into one such person. Is my not opening the door symbolic of something like this. Is that closed door a divider between two different worlds. And will I find that world if I open the door?
And what kind of world will I find? Is it a world which I will like. I like my present world. In fact sometimes I love it. But what about that other world if at all one exists? Am I missing out on something(s)? Should I open the door? And what if I did open the door and found nothing there? Or there was something but I did not see it.
How important is it to see new things in the everyday old? I know I cannot go through life without finding anything new or doing anything new. But does that mean that I have to go out of my way to find new things. A new path, a new everything.
I donot know but I guess that I am ready to look. I am ready to turn the door knob and unlock my front door..
But actually what I end up doing is ending up finding greater meanings in such signs. Not turning the door knob even once in a day to open the door and go out is a sign of what? Laziness, seclusion or what. I remember vividly the first lines of the movie Crash where Don Cheadle says to his partner that people are so isolated that they crash against each other if only to come in contact with them. So are we locked up in our own islands of content, discontent, complacency... what?
Have I turned into one such person. Is my not opening the door symbolic of something like this. Is that closed door a divider between two different worlds. And will I find that world if I open the door?
And what kind of world will I find? Is it a world which I will like. I like my present world. In fact sometimes I love it. But what about that other world if at all one exists? Am I missing out on something(s)? Should I open the door? And what if I did open the door and found nothing there? Or there was something but I did not see it.
How important is it to see new things in the everyday old? I know I cannot go through life without finding anything new or doing anything new. But does that mean that I have to go out of my way to find new things. A new path, a new everything.
I donot know but I guess that I am ready to look. I am ready to turn the door knob and unlock my front door..
Friday 16 March, 2007
Assignment
It is 00:58 in the morning and I'm pondering whether my breather from work should be transformed into a hasty retreat to bed. I am yet to decide on that though, hence the time to write my premier poste.... Well my French is rusty I know, but one can never be accused of trying. Hell! I may just have got the spelling right. Bunk French for the moment though, the spectacular realization I come to is that there are no more words to put down...... Is'nt that weird?! I have no problem writing pages and pages of assignments and even some original research(at least I hope so) but when it comes to putting thoughts down in black and white...... wooosh!!!! gone with the wind they are. Anyways it is surprising that I have mentioned assignments only once till date. So should I change the title to Musings... cause these few lines are nothing but that.
Okay strange fact for the day. Someone died today and they had been wrongly accused of killing their kids!!!!! Never heard of that!!!!! Just when I think that the world cannot shock me more, I witness some morsel of info which makes me think..... nothing I can only sigh.
As the first of many posts (I hope, oh! I dearly hope), this one definitely does not rank very high on literary content, nor does it give me much satisfaction in terms of a read. But is blogging not just that. Does it not let you fly free of your mindly moorings into the sky of expression where the only thing between you and liberation are few words that you choose to put down......
I am going to bed.... or am I
Okay strange fact for the day. Someone died today and they had been wrongly accused of killing their kids!!!!! Never heard of that!!!!! Just when I think that the world cannot shock me more, I witness some morsel of info which makes me think..... nothing I can only sigh.
As the first of many posts (I hope, oh! I dearly hope), this one definitely does not rank very high on literary content, nor does it give me much satisfaction in terms of a read. But is blogging not just that. Does it not let you fly free of your mindly moorings into the sky of expression where the only thing between you and liberation are few words that you choose to put down......
I am going to bed.... or am I
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