Flowers on grotto

Fire

Architecture

Contrast

must write

that is what my friend told me today. she thinks that i should write more. yeah! i think that i should blog more too. but my problem is that i cannot do something that i am not passionate about and the thing is that i have to be passionate about something to write it down in black or white.

i guess i could do that, charged that i am from my chat with my friend who seems to think that i have the gift. so basically what should i write about. today i visited the blog of a friend who has posted so many pictures on it and they are so beautiful. i wonder when i will be able to take pictures as well as he does. but there is the hope that one day that might be possible. but what do i say about photography.

i bought myself a painting kit and it virtually lies untouched now. why does not my mind stick with something. i am disgusted with myself. the only thing that has stuck is work which i have to do and music which i dont have to put any effort into.

oh! enough of all this fretful talks.

i am seeing this show on the travel channel on yellowstone and it is so beautiful. i would love to go there. and for that matter, it would be so nice to be able to travel to different countries. i want to visit peru, switzerland, new zealand, france, australia, greece and italy! i think that i could be happy with the above.

this travelling is something that i am determined to do and i hope that i am not detracted from this path as god help me there are so many detractors. life takes you down different paths and you wonder why this happenend and why this did not happen.

this is what i have learnt though. there is actually no point in asking why? things happen and most of the times there is no reason for them. all you can do is embrace the circumstances and move on. you can be a better person, a weaker person, a stronger person. but whatever it is, you are no longer the same. you have irrevocably changed. this is the time that you stop questioning... you just flow and let life wash over you, in whatever way it wants to.... it can be painful, it can be painless but leave its indelible mark it will...

The art of movie going!

one of the main reasons that i never liked to watch movies is that the movie makers imagination never matched up to my own vivid one. so i sometimes contemplate on why i have come to be such a movie freak. of course now i have a pick from a whole plethora of movie genres which was never available to me before. but i realize that that is really not it. my friend said that the mark of a real movie maker is one who can actually match your own imagination to deliver a product which surpasses whatever you would have envisaged that piece of work to be. but it is really not that. it is not only that i have come across good movies. but it is that i have actually given up my imagination. i realize that i am very happy to relax in front of the screen and let someone take my hand and take me through people's minds, different places, different times.

it is my own Pan's Labyrinth the difference is that it is not of my making but of somebody else's or many somebodys. i wonder what this is an indication of. I put it down to mental fatigue which has also cut down on my reading but is that the only reason.

or is it that i am bothering about a natural progression in my life where i have moved on from one form of enjoyment to another. it is just that i thought that i should put down a few lines voicing my cents on this issues which i have thought about over the past year.

and for that matter the title of the post does not match the content two a great extent. hell! who cares, i sure as hell don't!!!