It doesn't matter. I wonder what does. If I had to make a list of the things that would matter to me, trust me, the list will contain a number of things but mostly stricken off. We live life forward but strangely we learn it only backward. There had been a numerous incidents which I always thought would matter. It probably did... I am not sure. Seriously. Because in the end, I am still standing here glad that I had a life of the kind I had and that certain things did not matter. Although may be standing at that point of time I migth have just thought "why me!" or for the matter "why not me!"
There are so many on the other hand that did matter while I had actually thought, they would never. When I was younger, I used to have a list of things that I will not do. With time that list faded as I actually did some of them. It did not matter. As I grew up, that list was replaced by a list of things I would do. It is easier to focus on what to do than what not to do. Like they say it is hard not to imagine a blue elephant when you are asked 'not to' do so. Lots of things do matter. Who am I to question that. 'Cause life is a series of incidents one actuated from another. If I told you that those incidents do not matter, you do not need an IQ above 100 to disbelief me.
What I meant all this while is that in the long run it probably is not the incident that mattered but the way I took from there, the direction I went.
Made sense? How does it matter anyway!
Monday, December 04, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Reach for it!
Hi all..
Well, I'm back here with anotehr song I heard lately. Loved it! Read it for yourself and decide!
Reach - CALEIGH PETERS
Sometimes it seems like you're falling
Falling out of the sky
Sometimes it feels like you're slipping
And running out of time
And that's when you've gotta throw it all away
All of the things that people say
And all of the doubts that fill your mind
Don't belong there
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere its there
Sometimes I can be stupid
I can get out of line
But most times you know what I'm doing
Its not like some big surprise
Oh and I, I just want to make you understand
That failing on me isn't in my plans
And all of the doubts that fill my mind
Don't belong there.
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere
There's so much distance
Between what you want and what you've got
But if you really want it-its your life
So you gotta try
You've gotta fly
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
You can reach for it
You can reach for it
Its never to far and its never to long
As long as you reach for it.
You can dream on it, everywhere
What say??
I guess there isnt anything I can add to those words. Let your dreams run wild, you will find chasing them is fun!
Anki!
PS: By any chance are you thiking that I am running out of ideas? keep thinkin! ;). And did I forget to mention that the soundtrack was from the movie "Ice Princess" .
Well, I'm back here with anotehr song I heard lately. Loved it! Read it for yourself and decide!
Reach - CALEIGH PETERS
Sometimes it seems like you're falling
Falling out of the sky
Sometimes it feels like you're slipping
And running out of time
And that's when you've gotta throw it all away
All of the things that people say
And all of the doubts that fill your mind
Don't belong there
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere its there
Sometimes I can be stupid
I can get out of line
But most times you know what I'm doing
Its not like some big surprise
Oh and I, I just want to make you understand
That failing on me isn't in my plans
And all of the doubts that fill my mind
Don't belong there.
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
As long as you reach for it
When you reach for it, nothings to far
And its never to long, as long as you reach for it
You can dream on it, everywhere
There's so much distance
Between what you want and what you've got
But if you really want it-its your life
So you gotta try
You've gotta fly
Whatever you do, you'll never be wrong
You can reach for it
You can reach for it
Its never to far and its never to long
As long as you reach for it.
You can dream on it, everywhere
What say??
I guess there isnt anything I can add to those words. Let your dreams run wild, you will find chasing them is fun!
Anki!
PS: By any chance are you thiking that I am running out of ideas? keep thinkin! ;). And did I forget to mention that the soundtrack was from the movie "Ice Princess" .
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Some disjoint excerpts.
It will be highly exaggerated if I said that I feel nostalgic about the 3 yrs stay here. However it will be unjustified to say that I am absolutely unfeeling about my coming to 4th year or for the matter leaving college in a few months. The truth is some thoughts do come, on and off, to make me realize this. I made a point to note them down just like that somewhere and today I found some of the pages. So here are some of the excerpts from those pages -
7/26/2006 3:57 AM
As the 4th year started, all of a sudden, the absence of seniors in the hostel, LC and on the roads of insti makes me realize that I have grown up. The thing is that the feeling of ‘growing up’ doesn’t come with the same pace as that of my growing up. I feel it all of a sudden one fine morning when certain responsibilities are thrust upon me or when people who used to take care of me are all suddenly not as near as they used to be. The job scenario and the constant feeling of CAT keeps my mind occupied most of the time but once in a while, I still take time to look around me and let my mind wander...
7/27/2006 12:55 AM
There were two thin old brown-paper covered books from the school-days of my father. One of those had this poem “Little Things” as its first poem. Even though when I first read them, probably nothing other than the rhyming words were noticed but today as these words are ringing in the back of my mind, I realize that this little poem has some great lessons of life. Seriously, even if I were to forget all philosophies and look at it from a scientific point of view (as a student of science), isn’t it a fact proved beyond doubt that all things (matter or non matter) are made up of smaller units! Like the bricks in this building, the chips of this Laptop, the cells of living things, atoms, electrons, quarks (and may be more are to be discovered)… and so on. So is my life, made up of small moments. All of a sudden this realization comes that so many of these important moments have passed away by my side and I haven’t even noticed. So many of them wasted for the sake of crying, worrying and God knows what else. The reason of this sudden realization may be that we are on the verge of joining the world of grown ups, on the verge of leaving student life. The coming to 4th year wasn’t same as the coming to 2nd or 3rd year. This time it is like we are knocking at the door of an unknown world and are both apprehensive and excited about it. May be nothing much will change but it is this transition that has brought this realization. The first day when I came to insti this session, as I was entering the campus, the same roads that I had traversed 3 years back with my parents, I had this sudden feeling of making this year memorable. Not just through memories but through journals. I wanted to treasure each of its days so that when I look back, it will be not just looking back at disjoint scraps of memories but something more concrete. Like journals and pictures. More importantly through journal, because same thoughts and feelings do not come again. But of course the kind of lazy person I am, I never made it till I sat here and started writing this. One of the main reasons for writing this is this feeling of treasuring the last year here. Because this time I don’t want those little significant moments pass away unnoticed.
Like I said, I am lazy :( I did miss many things I guess.
The excitement (even if mingled with apprehension) of attending to something new is often more in my case than the sorrow of leaving something behind. May be the constant change of places has made me such. There is always so much to do that getting stagnant at the same place, same routine gives a vague feeling of suffocation. Four years is a long time. And this time I know, when I leave, I will take those things that I cherish with me.
No, I can't take the ghats or the roads of BHU with me but I can take that feeling they give me, and their memories.
Just felt like writing.
7/26/2006 3:57 AM
As the 4th year started, all of a sudden, the absence of seniors in the hostel, LC and on the roads of insti makes me realize that I have grown up. The thing is that the feeling of ‘growing up’ doesn’t come with the same pace as that of my growing up. I feel it all of a sudden one fine morning when certain responsibilities are thrust upon me or when people who used to take care of me are all suddenly not as near as they used to be. The job scenario and the constant feeling of CAT keeps my mind occupied most of the time but once in a while, I still take time to look around me and let my mind wander...
7/27/2006 12:55 AM
There were two thin old brown-paper covered books from the school-days of my father. One of those had this poem “Little Things” as its first poem. Even though when I first read them, probably nothing other than the rhyming words were noticed but today as these words are ringing in the back of my mind, I realize that this little poem has some great lessons of life. Seriously, even if I were to forget all philosophies and look at it from a scientific point of view (as a student of science), isn’t it a fact proved beyond doubt that all things (matter or non matter) are made up of smaller units! Like the bricks in this building, the chips of this Laptop, the cells of living things, atoms, electrons, quarks (and may be more are to be discovered)… and so on. So is my life, made up of small moments. All of a sudden this realization comes that so many of these important moments have passed away by my side and I haven’t even noticed. So many of them wasted for the sake of crying, worrying and God knows what else. The reason of this sudden realization may be that we are on the verge of joining the world of grown ups, on the verge of leaving student life. The coming to 4th year wasn’t same as the coming to 2nd or 3rd year. This time it is like we are knocking at the door of an unknown world and are both apprehensive and excited about it. May be nothing much will change but it is this transition that has brought this realization. The first day when I came to insti this session, as I was entering the campus, the same roads that I had traversed 3 years back with my parents, I had this sudden feeling of making this year memorable. Not just through memories but through journals. I wanted to treasure each of its days so that when I look back, it will be not just looking back at disjoint scraps of memories but something more concrete. Like journals and pictures. More importantly through journal, because same thoughts and feelings do not come again. But of course the kind of lazy person I am, I never made it till I sat here and started writing this. One of the main reasons for writing this is this feeling of treasuring the last year here. Because this time I don’t want those little significant moments pass away unnoticed.
Like I said, I am lazy :( I did miss many things I guess.
The excitement (even if mingled with apprehension) of attending to something new is often more in my case than the sorrow of leaving something behind. May be the constant change of places has made me such. There is always so much to do that getting stagnant at the same place, same routine gives a vague feeling of suffocation. Four years is a long time. And this time I know, when I leave, I will take those things that I cherish with me.
No, I can't take the ghats or the roads of BHU with me but I can take that feeling they give me, and their memories.
Just felt like writing.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Break away!
Heard this song recently -
...
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane
Far away
And break away
...
Life has been a series of different things for me. Each new moment has brought a new realization, a new lesson, a new sense of curiosity. If I look back, there are all those mementoes staring back at me. Looking past all of them, I still fail to see where it started. Even then, each coming day still seems to be just a beginning. It just seems long and eventful journey that reaches where, I dont know.
And it was on such a thoughtful occasion that I came across this song. Felt like sharing it with you all. All of us have a destiny to fulfill, a dream to create, a destination to reach which may never be possible if we don't try once to 'break away' .
Live life to your fullest. There is lot to do in a very limited time. Start today. Break away but take your own responsibility. Please. :)
...
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.
Make a wish, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away.
Out of the darkness and into the sun.
But I won't forget all the ones that I love.
I'll take a risk, take a chance,
Make a change, and break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane
Far away
And break away
...
Life has been a series of different things for me. Each new moment has brought a new realization, a new lesson, a new sense of curiosity. If I look back, there are all those mementoes staring back at me. Looking past all of them, I still fail to see where it started. Even then, each coming day still seems to be just a beginning. It just seems long and eventful journey that reaches where, I dont know.
And it was on such a thoughtful occasion that I came across this song. Felt like sharing it with you all. All of us have a destiny to fulfill, a dream to create, a destination to reach which may never be possible if we don't try once to 'break away' .
Live life to your fullest. There is lot to do in a very limited time. Start today. Break away but take your own responsibility. Please. :)
Friday, October 20, 2006
Falling Stars * * *
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,
Save it for a rainy day!
For love may come an' tap you on the shoulder,
Some star-less night!
Just in case you feel you wanna’ hold her,
You’ll have a pocketful of starlight!...For when your troubles startn’ multiplyin’,An' they just might!It’s easy to forget them without tryin’,With just a pocketful of starlight!Catch a falling star an’ put it in your pocket,Never let it fade away! ...
I heard this song somewhere recently. :)
Have any of you ever wished on falling stars? I did some 7 years back and they came true. I am not sure if they would have come true if I had not wished them on the FS (i.e falling stars) that day or not. Now, don't you laugh at me that something like wishing on a FS gives me pleasure. Infact I wished on a FS a few days back as well. Just because some people may use the term "silly" or "stupid" for that doesn't take away the smile they give me. Stupid or silly, whatever! I am not sure if you believe in them but anyways you can laugh if you want to. (Atleast I gave u reason to laugh :D)
Sometimes may be when I will catch (sight of) one of those FS I will end up wishing something vague, generalised which I will not even notice when it comes true because there will be so many ways for it to come true. Whats the use of wishing something like that! But by that time I will have enough starlight with me to light up my way.
My days have been very usual of late. By now you must have guessed I have nothing else to write so you just did some 'tp' over here!
Anki!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Going home :)
... And its a beautiful world...Celebration - This word brings in many memories before my eyes. I guess celebration is not just about festivals that come only in a particular time of the year. Its about celebrating life, celebrating the beautiful moments that I relish so very much, celebrating friendships and the company of wonderful people, celebrating togetherness as well as sometimes even solitude.
Scattered with different shades
That paint my life so well...
With a colour that never fades!!!
But for now, wishing you all a very Happy Durga Puja.
Yes I am happy today
Ask me not the reason
And happiness comes this way
For no cause, no season :)
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Imprints
... But there will still be moments in future
When a stranger would look back and say
Those imprints that you see on time
Are traces that she left on her way.
Time is all powerful. I have always wondered and even complained at the omnipotence of time. Our inability of stopping it, holding on to cherished moments, fast forwarding the ones we dont like, reviewing the ones we missed...
But may be its sometimes the omnipotence of time that actually make the moments worthwhile. If we could do all those things that I mentioned above, we would have taken time for granted, we would have never strived to make each coming moment better than the one that has left. I always wanted to think that life has to be lived in the present but I do not regret to keep away some of my precious moments for remembering the past or dreaming the future. And probably, the share that I keep away is actually a large one :D.
When we look at past, what comes to our mind are the marks that time has left on its way, the traces that can be viewed only individually. Sometimes I have wondered if it was possible to leave a trace on time - just like that. It has been a sense of wonder only...
Some things take time to sink in. I am still trying to grab my piece of cake and realise how large it is. Life keeps moving, and it better do so for when it stops at times, the moments become too large to hold. But once in a while we all look forward to some milestones in our journey - some just to help us look back and some to which even stragers can look back.
[I don't know how much of this post made sense to you but if it did not, I am sorry. You see by now you must have come to know that my cerebral journey can often lead you to some absolutely strange and insane lanes :D ]
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Dreams come true
"Miracles have a way of happening to those who believe in them."I did, I do, I will... forever.
This post is a heartfelt gratitude for all the wonderful things I have had and for all the wonderful things that await me. This includes the people who have been a constant support for me.
On the strike of 00:00 hrs on 9th Sept 2006, yet another of my dream comes true. I get selected in Fair Isaac - the best company I could have thought of. My dream job! I did not apply in some of the other most wanted comapanies just because I wanted to sit for this one. At those times I didn't care whether FI will take me or not, I just wanted to sit for this one because this was the best that was offered to me.
I wanted to be here but I wasnt sure. There was just one small voice that kept telling me that I can take a chance and I just wanted to follow it. But the blow came when I came to know that probably my resume had not been short-listed. Then taking the advice of some friends and listening to that small voice of mine, I took a second chance and re-submitted my resume. Most probably my resume had never reached them and they short-listed me for the written among some 120 people (may be) after the re-submission.
Next I saw my name among the 13 people who had cleared the written and then I thought even this is worth relishing. Then after 3 rounds of interview, and waiting for some 2 hrs (just 2 hrs!, I thought I had waited for more than that!), I found myself shaking hands with the FI people for being selected as one of them!!!! :)
I have no more words. I am thrilled!!!
Thank you God. You have answered a lot of my queries.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Footprints...
If you want to leave your footprints
On the sands of time
Do not drag your feet
When life permits me to look back, I always search to find the traces of steps in the roads I have taken. Sometimes when I don't find them, I wonder did I actually drag my feet there! It is hard to remember because moments move away so soon that some of them leave no marks in that portion of my mind which we call memory and in some, I leave no traces.
While transcending through the different and not so different phases of my life, I have tried to leave the previous phases in a way that I do not drag momentoes into the new phase. And later I have waited for those momentoes to enter my world at their own pace. I dream, I expect and I wish. So there have been so many such things which I have wanted to enter my present from those previous phases but sometimes they did not. During such realisations, I have consoled myself saying that they weren't worth it. But it could be that I was wrong. Had I dragged them at my own will, with my pace, may be they still would have been my present. But I could not do so then and I cannot do it in future. You see I could not leave my trace so strongly that they could have followed me. There have also been times when an unexpected part of my past had appeared all of sudden in my life and become a part of my present. That is when I realise that I have left traces even in those moments that did not make marks in my memory.
The advancing times are one of those in which I will probably enter one of my life's most different phase. There is still time, I know, but I am already observing to decide which are the ones that I want in my future, which are the ones that can follow me and which are the ones I may need to drag. Actually, it is not as difficult to identify them as it is to decide whether I would like to drag them with me. The problem this time is however that I can see those things will not follow me and if I do not drag them, its like saying I am leaving them at my own will... consciously.
Were my steps so light that I could not leave my footprints for them to follow?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
ESCAPE!!!
Sometimes as I walk my usual way, I have that feeling of escaping away...
Escaping to some far away place...
From this world, from reality, from everbody around me
Escaping alone... just on my own...
Do you recognise the above feeling as well as I do? I have heard, seen and felt that almost everyone around me has had this thought once in a while. So did I.
And I have found a numerous places where I escape to.
Books for instance are very common. Entering into a world of imagination not created by me. Walking into the unknown roads and discovering new places, new faces in each new page. Its like meeting new people, knowing them, understanding them and then looking into their lives. My real world fades in to a blur for the duration of my reading, I have escaped!
Then there are poems - the ones that I read are pretty similar to books. Then there are the ones that I write. Its my world. A situation I have created, assesed and reacted to. My fancy, my whim, that is not dependent on what actually happens. It takes me to the kind of world I want - the innocence of a child or the thoughtfulness of a thinker, the calmness of nature or the heights of civilization - I have escaped!
Some around 1 yr back, I discovered this one more world where I could escape at my will - the Blogsville. A world similar to the world of my books as well as my poems - this world has its own charms. I come here to walk some known paths as well as to discover some new ones ans with that sometimes I contribute to create some of its paths as well... and just like some previous moments now also I am escaping!
Sometimes I wonder, what is it that we all want to escape and what is that string which brings us back here. However much I try to escape, one thing is for sure I will come back here because I will never escape my dreams and they do have to come true :) ... some time, some day some way...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Digital Fortress
If you thought I am here to discuss with you the ups and downs of Dan Brown's "Digital Fortress", you better turn back because I am not here for that. My discussion is closer to reality - the one I can see and experience.
I was reading some excerpts from the book "The World is Flat" by Thomas L Friedman. I didn't make more than 10 pages for 2 reasons - one is that I am still not used to or rather comfortable reading an e-book and second I do not have ample time to read these books at this moment. But somehow those 10 pages reignited a thought I have had some days before.
We talk about globalisation and digitalisation of this world. In fact the results are not hard to notice. I am writing this here at my room at the odd hour of 1.30 am and before I wake up from my supposed to be night slumber, you might be reading it already, some 100 miles away from here. The facilities of chatting, e-mailing has brought the far off places so near that we can voice chat with people living in other parts of the world as if they were just next door. In fact I am more connected to people living in some far off place than the person living in the next town. There are more of these from business point of view like outsourcing and all but I will not go into those things. At this moment I want to see this whole thing from a ground level state.
So now we are more connected, more in touch with people, we have transcended the barriers of distance to a great extent, we are ready to put down our views more easily and so on... the results are immense.
Really???
The truth is we have locked ourselves in the Digital Fortress. We have stopped coming out of our room to admire nature, we prefer to do so through the computer. We don't read books, we read e-books. We have lost personal touch. We prefer to talk to our next room neighbours through y/m and gtalk than face to face. We can pretend to be somebody else behind the walls of this fortress just because we don't want to be recognised. We can lie without being caught. We have forgotten how to talk, that words are not the sole means of communication, expression complement them. We have created a virtual world for ourselves and this time because we can communicate with these individual virtual worlds, this vituality has started to repalce reality. We have changed our basic human means of communication to digitalised signals and we are happy with it. Are we not?
Has all these actually brought us closer? No. It has changed the human community into a bunch of isolated nodes that are interconnected with each other. These isolated nodes are the digital fortress I am talking about. The ones we design to hide ourselves or to project ourselves according to our (or rather other's) choice.
I am not complaining. I too can see the immense opportunities that this digitalisation has opened up for us. But even all those advantages you or I can list does not have the power to break these isolated nodes. It only strengthens it and probably it will forever.
Have any of you ever heard about Johny Quest? May be this world is nearing his kind of world.
I was reading some excerpts from the book "The World is Flat" by Thomas L Friedman. I didn't make more than 10 pages for 2 reasons - one is that I am still not used to or rather comfortable reading an e-book and second I do not have ample time to read these books at this moment. But somehow those 10 pages reignited a thought I have had some days before.
We talk about globalisation and digitalisation of this world. In fact the results are not hard to notice. I am writing this here at my room at the odd hour of 1.30 am and before I wake up from my supposed to be night slumber, you might be reading it already, some 100 miles away from here. The facilities of chatting, e-mailing has brought the far off places so near that we can voice chat with people living in other parts of the world as if they were just next door. In fact I am more connected to people living in some far off place than the person living in the next town. There are more of these from business point of view like outsourcing and all but I will not go into those things. At this moment I want to see this whole thing from a ground level state.
So now we are more connected, more in touch with people, we have transcended the barriers of distance to a great extent, we are ready to put down our views more easily and so on... the results are immense.
Really???
The truth is we have locked ourselves in the Digital Fortress. We have stopped coming out of our room to admire nature, we prefer to do so through the computer. We don't read books, we read e-books. We have lost personal touch. We prefer to talk to our next room neighbours through y/m and gtalk than face to face. We can pretend to be somebody else behind the walls of this fortress just because we don't want to be recognised. We can lie without being caught. We have forgotten how to talk, that words are not the sole means of communication, expression complement them. We have created a virtual world for ourselves and this time because we can communicate with these individual virtual worlds, this vituality has started to repalce reality. We have changed our basic human means of communication to digitalised signals and we are happy with it. Are we not?
Has all these actually brought us closer? No. It has changed the human community into a bunch of isolated nodes that are interconnected with each other. These isolated nodes are the digital fortress I am talking about. The ones we design to hide ourselves or to project ourselves according to our (or rather other's) choice.
I am not complaining. I too can see the immense opportunities that this digitalisation has opened up for us. But even all those advantages you or I can list does not have the power to break these isolated nodes. It only strengthens it and probably it will forever.
Have any of you ever heard about Johny Quest? May be this world is nearing his kind of world.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Water Water Everywhere!!!
Well its rain again so whats so special about having "water, water, everywhere". Nothing except that I had a singualar experience. No, not the water actually... er...well :D
Curious? Read on.
July 12 2006.
Morning 7.00
I wake up at Anu's house to know that it had been raining for more than 3 hours and we might delay our return to the insti. Well, fine. No big deal. After some discussion we end up deciding that we will proceed as planned. So we load up our cartons in the maruti van and find some seats for ourselves as well. 5 of us - me, Anu and 3 other girls on our way to insti. All is fine, the music is on, outside its raining and we are enjoying watching the flooded surroundings. (never knew that in a few moments, the flooded surroundings will be enjoying watching us :D)
Oh by the way did I tell you, we were coming from parmanandpur, beyond the Kacheri and all. Ok, so then we reached the water tank area. The road was not visible, it was all water, water and more water. Our van in its attempt to cross the roadway stream or rivulet (whatever u wish to call) marched on, coughed twice and then to our utter bewilderment and dissapointment came to a sudden halt! The driver kept turning the keys that it might start again. But all the van had to give was coughs, more coughs and more of them with silence in between.
What next? Nothing much. 5 of us alighted from the van and started pushing it while the van still struggled with its coughs. First I thought 'thank god there are 5 of us'. But later i realised 'Well, its not that bad. In fact quite an experience'. So 1.. 2.. 3.. and here we go! and again! and yet again! Phew!!! And 1.. 2.. 3.. we go again and again and again till we reach Bhelupur and cross it and reach Diamond. Thats it! thoroughly drenched but successful, we are back seats again. Except that in less than 15 minutes our hands are once again positioned at the back of the van. And this time our legs are ankle deep in water and that too the water... you can imagine the kind of water that gets flooded in the roads. (Hey it wasnt that bad either). After this thankfully there wasn't another next time :D
We finally reach our hostel drenched, excited, exhausted and famished (had missed the breakfast). And we didnt miss the chance of a rare snap either :D
Phew! Quite an experience but once is enough. Not again!!! :D
Rain seems to have some unique journeys is store for me, last time it was the train and this time the van. :D
Curious? Read on.
July 12 2006.
Morning 7.00
I wake up at Anu's house to know that it had been raining for more than 3 hours and we might delay our return to the insti. Well, fine. No big deal. After some discussion we end up deciding that we will proceed as planned. So we load up our cartons in the maruti van and find some seats for ourselves as well. 5 of us - me, Anu and 3 other girls on our way to insti. All is fine, the music is on, outside its raining and we are enjoying watching the flooded surroundings. (never knew that in a few moments, the flooded surroundings will be enjoying watching us :D)
Oh by the way did I tell you, we were coming from parmanandpur, beyond the Kacheri and all. Ok, so then we reached the water tank area. The road was not visible, it was all water, water and more water. Our van in its attempt to cross the roadway stream or rivulet (whatever u wish to call) marched on, coughed twice and then to our utter bewilderment and dissapointment came to a sudden halt! The driver kept turning the keys that it might start again. But all the van had to give was coughs, more coughs and more of them with silence in between.
What next? Nothing much. 5 of us alighted from the van and started pushing it while the van still struggled with its coughs. First I thought 'thank god there are 5 of us'. But later i realised 'Well, its not that bad. In fact quite an experience'. So 1.. 2.. 3.. and here we go! and again! and yet again! Phew!!! And 1.. 2.. 3.. we go again and again and again till we reach Bhelupur and cross it and reach Diamond. Thats it! thoroughly drenched but successful, we are back seats again. Except that in less than 15 minutes our hands are once again positioned at the back of the van. And this time our legs are ankle deep in water and that too the water... you can imagine the kind of water that gets flooded in the roads. (Hey it wasnt that bad either). After this thankfully there wasn't another next time :D
We finally reach our hostel drenched, excited, exhausted and famished (had missed the breakfast). And we didnt miss the chance of a rare snap either :D
Phew! Quite an experience but once is enough. Not again!!! :D
Rain seems to have some unique journeys is store for me, last time it was the train and this time the van. :D
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Of Thoughts, Words and Actions
It is a cycle, we think, we say, we act and we think yet again. But how much of our thoughts are expressed into words and how much of what we say into our actions is something we will never probe into. The fact remains unquestionable that it never was and never can be 100 percent. However at the end of the day the combination of all these three have an impact on our life and more often than not on the life of others. But who are we to look into other's lives when here most of us are still struggling to consider our own.
No, I am not pondering on some philosophy, nor am I just writing down a string of confused ruminations. Life is a series of forks where we have to choose between two not necessarily vastly different, yet somewhat unsimilar options. The point however is that a single such choice can bring about turning points in life. So I come back to my first consideration - thoughts. The parameter that helps us take the first step towards the choice - the decision. The second consideration - words. Much has been said about the second step - expression. A thought that has not been expressed generally finds its way into the dumping grounds of our mind. Well, I know, not many will agree, because sometimes words do fall short and so here comes the turn of my third consideration - actions or the final step - implementation.
The fact is that in this 3 way process, the efficiency is never 100 percent. What we think and decide are not all expressed and what we say or express is never fully implemented. The final result however is not entirely dependent on just the action, it is a result of the combination of all three. Hence what is necessary is not just to be careful with our words and actions but with the origin of these two - the thoughts.
[You see I started writing this with some specific thoughts in my mind, but as I have indicated above, I may not have been able to express it fully. I hope you can fill in the gaps with your own thoughts wherever you find appropriate]
No, I am not pondering on some philosophy, nor am I just writing down a string of confused ruminations. Life is a series of forks where we have to choose between two not necessarily vastly different, yet somewhat unsimilar options. The point however is that a single such choice can bring about turning points in life. So I come back to my first consideration - thoughts. The parameter that helps us take the first step towards the choice - the decision. The second consideration - words. Much has been said about the second step - expression. A thought that has not been expressed generally finds its way into the dumping grounds of our mind. Well, I know, not many will agree, because sometimes words do fall short and so here comes the turn of my third consideration - actions or the final step - implementation.
The fact is that in this 3 way process, the efficiency is never 100 percent. What we think and decide are not all expressed and what we say or express is never fully implemented. The final result however is not entirely dependent on just the action, it is a result of the combination of all three. Hence what is necessary is not just to be careful with our words and actions but with the origin of these two - the thoughts.
[You see I started writing this with some specific thoughts in my mind, but as I have indicated above, I may not have been able to express it fully. I hope you can fill in the gaps with your own thoughts wherever you find appropriate]
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Unbound beyond the horizon
When I wrote "I will be back soon.." i never thought this will be so soon, but i guess thoughts should be bound once they start flowing. At least I would not like to try so.
Actually this post is more about the opposite of its heading. Imagine getting bound by some stringent rules and limits. The truth is we all are already bound, we need not imagine it. Getting up at 7 then college/job at a particular time, coming back at a particular time and so on. But that is something we have been doing from god knows how long! But what I am talking about is not just time. What about the expectations that we have from so many people, doesn't that bound them too? And I guess that applies to all of us. Like, I can be included on either side of the table.
It is always easier to say than to do. How many time have you said something that you haven't meant just because it was appropriate in that situation or in simple words just because you were expected to say so. And how many times had you known that you were being told something just because you needed to hear that and even then couldn't say that you know it.
For once people let your thoughts flow. Let people around you not just look into the freedom of skies but have a taste of it. Tell them not where to fly but how to fly and you will see them getting beyond those limits of horizon!
Happy flying!
Actually this post is more about the opposite of its heading. Imagine getting bound by some stringent rules and limits. The truth is we all are already bound, we need not imagine it. Getting up at 7 then college/job at a particular time, coming back at a particular time and so on. But that is something we have been doing from god knows how long! But what I am talking about is not just time. What about the expectations that we have from so many people, doesn't that bound them too? And I guess that applies to all of us. Like, I can be included on either side of the table.
It is always easier to say than to do. How many time have you said something that you haven't meant just because it was appropriate in that situation or in simple words just because you were expected to say so. And how many times had you known that you were being told something just because you needed to hear that and even then couldn't say that you know it.
For once people let your thoughts flow. Let people around you not just look into the freedom of skies but have a taste of it. Tell them not where to fly but how to fly and you will see them getting beyond those limits of horizon!
Happy flying!
Monday, April 03, 2006
A Birthday is a gateway between old year and new
An opening to the future where we can get a wider view
Birthdays are gateways to what future holds
An opening to the future where we can get a wider view
Birthdays are gateways to what future holds
And to greater understanding as the story of life unfolds.
-Anon.
Aptly said! At least in my case it does, for my birthday marks the end of another session, another year here and the period of togetherness with some people.
So this year, finally the day came (246) :D. The day started at 00.00 with bone breaking, back bashing (to say the least) bumps. The cake was cut but it ended with the cream on my face. This was the beginning.
The end however was better (actually it would have been the best if only it were not the end).
A surprise treat (!!!) (to say the least)
All in all one of my most wonderful birthday. I will save the proceedings of the day for cherishing the people present and that too through their own memory for my words may not bring out their charms as they actually were.
Of course, this birthday or its speciality is not confined to just 24 hrs. It brings with itself all the times of my laughter throughout this year. As for gifts, well there are too many to mention, I will mention just one - of all the accessories I have, the one I treasure the most, the one that I nowadays wear too often (and may this always be so) is the sweet smile (read as horrible grin) that adorns my face - a gift forever!
A princess of her own world
A girl often termed special
There is nothing so unique about her
Nothing that makes her ideal
Except that there in her vicinity
Live people who are wonderful
Who treat her in a way that
Makes her think she does rule!
For all those wonderful people of my world, here in this hostel, and here in this institute, I don't have words to say how much grateful I am for you all. And on this special day, if I were asked to make a single wish, the only wish I would ask is that may I be saved from any invidious feelings from others for all the special people I have in my life.
"Always remember you are an absolutely unique individual just like everybody else". This often makes me wonder what is so special about me. I know it today. It is not me, it is the people around me.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Seashells
The earliest and maximum number of my holidays have been spent in some sea beach areas. I don't even remember the names of all the beaches I have visited. Some very unknown yet beautiful (may be more so because they were untouched by the crowds !). From the east, west and the south, of each of these directions, I have visited atleast 1 beach (mind it, atleast 1).
The mighty sea never ceases to create a feeling of awe in my heart, even today if I see one, the first things that comes to my mind are its beauty, power and the stretch of land that keeps it in check! I remember I used to walk in the beaches after sunset. Away from the crowd and near the sea, where the waves can wash my feet each time they come, and as they moved away, I used to feel the sands below my feet slowly drifting away. I remember I used to see the huge height of the approaching waves with fear and surprise and still wait there till the wave splashed into drops of white foam. Then the sun that quietly found its way beneath the cover of the large blue mass during the sunset. I used to stand in the balcony or the window just to watch that. And after that when the crowd dispersed, I used to coax my Mom and Dad to take me for a walk. A late-riser, I missed the sunrise most of the time :D.
During my visits to the beaches, other than watching the sea waves, one more thing that I spent my time was in collecting sea shells. Small. big, broken, unbroken, coloured or white, it never mattered. They were my treasure. I used to roam about and collect them. Then when my small hands could not hold any more, I deposited them to my Mom and started collecting again. :D Even today (after so many transfers) somewhere in the boxes that hold my precious treasures, there are those seashells. It just makes me smile. :)I never thought, when I will open my closed fist to see the shells that I treasured so much, I will find nothing but trifles from my childhood.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Reality or rainbow ??!!
If only this world was as we perceive it.
No, I am not compalining, but as usual just wondering.
And this is what actuated the gears of my mind.-
"The rejection of certain propositions because they contradict cherished beliefs is more common than we realize. We underestimate the extent to which our desires can influence what we accept to be true. We concieve of ourselves as eminently rational; everything we hold true to be considered the most reasonable position. This is an illusion, however. In our saner moments, we all realize that it takes little or no evidence to convince us of what we dearly want to be true and, while no amount of evidence will covince us what we cannot accept"
Well, the above view is not mine. It has been cut and pasted from something I read. But the pondering is mine, for sure. So, 'truth' or for the matter 'belief' is all relative. Does that mean, reality does not exist? Is this world we live in, all imaginary just beacuse it is all dependent on our perception. But then how can each individual's imagination be just the same. How can we all imagine the world in the same way? So this must be real. Isn't it? May be. I am not sure.
All of us must have seen a rainbow. And if we see it, we will definitely tell someone around us, "look, there is a rainbow". The other person will see it too, hardly realising that he was actually looking at a different rainbow. Scientifically, one rainbow can be seen only from one angle, so if another person is able to see the rainbow, it must be a different rainbow, one visible due to dispersion of sunlight from another water drop, that which is not visible to the first person. However both of them are sure they are looking at the same rainbow. Interesting, isnt it? The problem arises when one of the rainbows cease to exist.Who knows, may be this 'world' or 'reality' is similar to the rainbow.
Never mind. I was just wondering. If you don't feel like, just forget it!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
An Italian Delicacy
Almost 1 month and I remember my first (and hopefully not the last) encounter with Tiramisu.
15th Jan
10:00
Ritu comes and tells me that, she plans to prepare an Italian Cake. The ingredients are ready and she will need a helper. Talk of cakes and I will jump at the mention of it.
14:00
So soon after the lunch I found myself in her room. The requirements placed on her table - eggs, Amul cream, coffee powder, sugar, containers, spoons, forks etc etc, and how can I forget the Italian Biscuits - ladyfingers. Anyways, I am not here to tell you the recipe of Tiramisu.
It so happened that our little adventure was waiting to strike us with small and sweet hurdles which we were absolutely unprepared for. The first happened at the start itself when while breaking the first egg, we messed up the yolk and the albumen instead of separating them. After much struggle, we managed to convince ourselves that they have been separated. The rest two eggs were broken smoothly. The 2 hours that followed were taken up by continuous beating of the eggs. At some moments we were almost close to giving up because of unavailability of electric blender but then we didn't. Finally the mixture was ready but not before making us realise that Amul cream was a bad option for making Tiramisu. We were letdown when we saw the cream fluidising our paste-like mixture. More than that we were unaware that the result of this fluidising will be more devastating in the coming hours. Anyways with a few more manipulation from our side we finally finished the paste-making process.
16:30
The next step was garnishing of the biscuits. So they were carefully placed in a thermocol box and covered with the paste made earlier. But the amount did not suffice, so the second round of paste-making started. The ingredients were bought once more and we started moving our hands yet again. While we were busy with the 2nd round, out first round of hard-work found its way out from the box through the corners and edges. :( We helplessly saw the fluidised paste trickling out of its appropriate place. :(( We were not interested to give up. So with cellotapes and polythenes, the box was mended to our best. Phew!!! 2nd round continues.
19:00
Preparation complete. Cake placed for refrigeration. Thanks to canteen. Well if only that was the end. Our plight continued as electricity decided to paly hide and seek during the entire duration of refrigeration.
23:00
Enter Tiramisu.
16th Jan
00:00
Ritu's BDay.
The cake is cut and tasted. We are pretty happy at the response. I of course could have onle one piece. But never mind that. The net result is that we completed the preparation, it turned out to be good enough to be eaten, I learned a new dish and more than that I enjoyed being a part of the whole thing. Thanks Ritu.
But one thing that disheartens me is that I will not be able to make it at home. So any of you going to Italy in near future, do bring me a pack of ladyfingers (tell them about Tiramisu, they will understand) .
[For Ritu's version of story, read this.]
15th Jan
10:00
Ritu comes and tells me that, she plans to prepare an Italian Cake. The ingredients are ready and she will need a helper. Talk of cakes and I will jump at the mention of it.
14:00
So soon after the lunch I found myself in her room. The requirements placed on her table - eggs, Amul cream, coffee powder, sugar, containers, spoons, forks etc etc, and how can I forget the Italian Biscuits - ladyfingers. Anyways, I am not here to tell you the recipe of Tiramisu.
It so happened that our little adventure was waiting to strike us with small and sweet hurdles which we were absolutely unprepared for. The first happened at the start itself when while breaking the first egg, we messed up the yolk and the albumen instead of separating them. After much struggle, we managed to convince ourselves that they have been separated. The rest two eggs were broken smoothly. The 2 hours that followed were taken up by continuous beating of the eggs. At some moments we were almost close to giving up because of unavailability of electric blender but then we didn't. Finally the mixture was ready but not before making us realise that Amul cream was a bad option for making Tiramisu. We were letdown when we saw the cream fluidising our paste-like mixture. More than that we were unaware that the result of this fluidising will be more devastating in the coming hours. Anyways with a few more manipulation from our side we finally finished the paste-making process.
16:30
The next step was garnishing of the biscuits. So they were carefully placed in a thermocol box and covered with the paste made earlier. But the amount did not suffice, so the second round of paste-making started. The ingredients were bought once more and we started moving our hands yet again. While we were busy with the 2nd round, out first round of hard-work found its way out from the box through the corners and edges. :( We helplessly saw the fluidised paste trickling out of its appropriate place. :(( We were not interested to give up. So with cellotapes and polythenes, the box was mended to our best. Phew!!! 2nd round continues.19:00
Preparation complete. Cake placed for refrigeration. Thanks to canteen. Well if only that was the end. Our plight continued as electricity decided to paly hide and seek during the entire duration of refrigeration.
23:00
Enter Tiramisu.
Looks delicious, doesn't it?
16th Jan
00:00
Ritu's BDay.
The cake is cut and tasted. We are pretty happy at the response. I of course could have onle one piece. But never mind that. The net result is that we completed the preparation, it turned out to be good enough to be eaten, I learned a new dish and more than that I enjoyed being a part of the whole thing. Thanks Ritu.
But one thing that disheartens me is that I will not be able to make it at home. So any of you going to Italy in near future, do bring me a pack of ladyfingers (tell them about Tiramisu, they will understand) .
[For Ritu's version of story, read this.]
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Just remembering
I dont know in which class I was, may be Vth or VIth when this incident took place.
In the backyard of our house, we had a tree. I was told it was a guava tree. It was dry, had no leaves, never did it bear even a single fruit. It did not give shade in the hot summer days, nor was it good enough to be climbed or for the use for a tree house. Basically a useless tree that we seldom noticed. It didnt come close to the house or its fence. So it was neither a treat nor a threat. Except perhaps that it engaged too much of our backyard which could have been used for something else. But I dont think any of us ever gave that a thought. In course of time we grew oblivion of its presence, watching it everyday yet never giving a thought.
One afternoon, however on returning from school, I found the backyard filled with some 2-3 people (later I was told they were from municipality). I stood there and watched them as they chopped off its topmost branches, then the lower ones... and continued till there was nothing except a stump almost at the level of the ground. I dont know how long they took, but I stood there all the while watching them and even after they were gone, I stood there.
I dont remember being sad or even thinking about it ever again. Yet yesterday I found myself narrating the whole event to a friend. Why did this incident which I never thought about came back to me after 10 years.
I wonder how many such events or things are stored safely in my mind. I wonder how many such things to which I am indifferent at present will be rememberd by me in future. Just wondering.
In the backyard of our house, we had a tree. I was told it was a guava tree. It was dry, had no leaves, never did it bear even a single fruit. It did not give shade in the hot summer days, nor was it good enough to be climbed or for the use for a tree house. Basically a useless tree that we seldom noticed. It didnt come close to the house or its fence. So it was neither a treat nor a threat. Except perhaps that it engaged too much of our backyard which could have been used for something else. But I dont think any of us ever gave that a thought. In course of time we grew oblivion of its presence, watching it everyday yet never giving a thought.
One afternoon, however on returning from school, I found the backyard filled with some 2-3 people (later I was told they were from municipality). I stood there and watched them as they chopped off its topmost branches, then the lower ones... and continued till there was nothing except a stump almost at the level of the ground. I dont know how long they took, but I stood there all the while watching them and even after they were gone, I stood there.
I dont remember being sad or even thinking about it ever again. Yet yesterday I found myself narrating the whole event to a friend. Why did this incident which I never thought about came back to me after 10 years.
I wonder how many such events or things are stored safely in my mind. I wonder how many such things to which I am indifferent at present will be rememberd by me in future. Just wondering.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Some of my fav. poems
Poetry is said to be the oldest form of literature, known among the ancient people of Babylon, Greece, and Rome. Poetry basically combines feelings with idea and therfore appeeals both to our mind and our heart. One more reason for which poetry stands out distinctly is the way it is written. Unlike prose, poetry is not exact and definite. The poet uses fewer words and arouses the reader's imagination. And for this purpose there are tools like imagery, figurative language, rhythm, and so on.
I started reading and enjoying poetry at the same time when I first started reading for pleasure (that was probably form class I) but my proper introduction to poetry was in class VIIth. That was when I started reading (and writing) poems with a sort of purpose, tried to understand and analyse them. I may not have always seen them in the same way as they were written (because most of the time nothing is written explicitly in the poems) but I did start seeing them in my own way and relate it to something that I know. Poems have that beautiful property... each time you read them, they bring out a new meaning, sometimes one totally different from the previous and all readers interpret them in their own way not necessarily in the way, the poet wrote them.
So here are some of the poems that I carry in my heart and mind...(and this is not an exhaustive list). For now I will list only 14 of them for 2 reasons... 1) they r on varied subjects and 2) I could find the links to these. (I would have given 15, but I lost one of the links. The poem is A Musical Instrument. See if you can find the link. )
1.Casabianca
I read this long back but even today when I read it, I get the chills in my spine and my voice gets almost choked when I reach the last stanza. I wonder if such an incident can occur in the present days!
The poem is beautiful, but I realised its true worth when I came to know that it is a allegory. I was told it was written after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. The rhythm is so wonderful that I keep reading it again and again.
3.Success is counted sweetest
A message that all of us realises at least once. Ask the losers what they have lost, not the winners what they have won. Emily Dickinson has written on varied subjects but her strength (I felt) is that she can bring out pain in a way that u start admiring it and well, she has a different way of looking at even the day-to-day things. But this poem still stands out!
4.I'm Nobody
I have mentioned the last stanza in a prevoius post of mine. Each time I read this, I feel the poet is sharing a secret with me and I wonder what would be my answer. I cannot disagree but I guess I cannot agree either.
5.I had been hungry all the years;
From the same poet. Is it not true that once we get what we wanted we forget its worth and if we would have not got it, it would have become all the more precious. Why is it so?
6.Song
What do you say? There are very few people who can say that they don't want to be remembered. Even I am not one of them. This poem still touches me, "if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget"
7.The Solitary Reaper
This one comes from the memory of my school days. And I am sure I must have reminded some of you as well. Can you hear that tune echoing in your mind? It is amazing, how words can incite our imaginations. Some of my very earlier poems are inpired by this poem. I just cannot forget it! (neither do I want to.)
8. Sweetest Love, I do not go
The words were remembered after the first time I read it :) pretty good isnt it? I dont know which is more beautiful, the words, the rhythm or the way both of them are presented!
9.La Belle Dame sans Merci
This is remembered because of my English Literature Sir. The speciality of this poem, he said, was that it can be interpreted in many ways, (3 of them I remember). I would have never gone to the depths of this without his guidance. Infact, it was he who made me realise, poems are wonderful in so many ways. I am grateful to him. As for this poem, hopefully, none of us ever get entrapped in the false enticements of this world.
10.Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson, yet again! See the last line "Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb--Of Me". Tells everything about "hope" in so few lines. Doesn't it? I just love this poem.
11. The Road Not Taken
Well, how many of us in a situation of taking decision, decides in this way? Very few. One poem that rings in my ears if I ever feel, I am walking out of the crowd. have faith in yourself. If you cannot have, how can others?
12. Verses
The pleasures and pains of solitude all encompassed in one poem. More pain, less pleasure! All in all a poem you cannot disagree to.
13. Milk for the Cat
You know, after I read this poem, I actually observed a cat and realised it really does happen this way! Nice observation (not mine, the poet's). And of course, written in a wonderful way, I can almost see the cat. Can't you?
14. I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud
Well if I havent mentioned this, I havent mentioned anything at all. Read and enjoy. Poets like wordsworth have brought nature right in front of the readers through his poems. Nobody has to see the daffodils to realise how wonderful they are and nobody can help remembering these lines (once read) each time he/she looks at a row of flowers (not just daffodils, any flowers.)
Enjoy!!! Any choices from your side that I should read, drop in the links please.
(This had been a draft from Nov 5th 2005. I felt I shud publish it finally. Now that will keep you busy for some days. Will it not?)
I started reading and enjoying poetry at the same time when I first started reading for pleasure (that was probably form class I) but my proper introduction to poetry was in class VIIth. That was when I started reading (and writing) poems with a sort of purpose, tried to understand and analyse them. I may not have always seen them in the same way as they were written (because most of the time nothing is written explicitly in the poems) but I did start seeing them in my own way and relate it to something that I know. Poems have that beautiful property... each time you read them, they bring out a new meaning, sometimes one totally different from the previous and all readers interpret them in their own way not necessarily in the way, the poet wrote them.
So here are some of the poems that I carry in my heart and mind...(and this is not an exhaustive list). For now I will list only 14 of them for 2 reasons... 1) they r on varied subjects and 2) I could find the links to these. (I would have given 15, but I lost one of the links. The poem is A Musical Instrument. See if you can find the link. )
1.Casabianca
I read this long back but even today when I read it, I get the chills in my spine and my voice gets almost choked when I reach the last stanza. I wonder if such an incident can occur in the present days!
2.O Captain! My Captain!
The poem is beautiful, but I realised its true worth when I came to know that it is a allegory. I was told it was written after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. The rhythm is so wonderful that I keep reading it again and again.
3.Success is counted sweetest
A message that all of us realises at least once. Ask the losers what they have lost, not the winners what they have won. Emily Dickinson has written on varied subjects but her strength (I felt) is that she can bring out pain in a way that u start admiring it and well, she has a different way of looking at even the day-to-day things. But this poem still stands out!
4.I'm Nobody
I have mentioned the last stanza in a prevoius post of mine. Each time I read this, I feel the poet is sharing a secret with me and I wonder what would be my answer. I cannot disagree but I guess I cannot agree either.
5.I had been hungry all the years;
From the same poet. Is it not true that once we get what we wanted we forget its worth and if we would have not got it, it would have become all the more precious. Why is it so?
6.Song
What do you say? There are very few people who can say that they don't want to be remembered. Even I am not one of them. This poem still touches me, "if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget"
7.The Solitary Reaper
This one comes from the memory of my school days. And I am sure I must have reminded some of you as well. Can you hear that tune echoing in your mind? It is amazing, how words can incite our imaginations. Some of my very earlier poems are inpired by this poem. I just cannot forget it! (neither do I want to.)
8. Sweetest Love, I do not go
The words were remembered after the first time I read it :) pretty good isnt it? I dont know which is more beautiful, the words, the rhythm or the way both of them are presented!
9.La Belle Dame sans Merci
This is remembered because of my English Literature Sir. The speciality of this poem, he said, was that it can be interpreted in many ways, (3 of them I remember). I would have never gone to the depths of this without his guidance. Infact, it was he who made me realise, poems are wonderful in so many ways. I am grateful to him. As for this poem, hopefully, none of us ever get entrapped in the false enticements of this world.
10.Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson, yet again! See the last line "Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb--Of Me". Tells everything about "hope" in so few lines. Doesn't it? I just love this poem.
11. The Road Not Taken
Well, how many of us in a situation of taking decision, decides in this way? Very few. One poem that rings in my ears if I ever feel, I am walking out of the crowd. have faith in yourself. If you cannot have, how can others?
12. Verses
The pleasures and pains of solitude all encompassed in one poem. More pain, less pleasure! All in all a poem you cannot disagree to.
13. Milk for the Cat
You know, after I read this poem, I actually observed a cat and realised it really does happen this way! Nice observation (not mine, the poet's). And of course, written in a wonderful way, I can almost see the cat. Can't you?
14. I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud
Well if I havent mentioned this, I havent mentioned anything at all. Read and enjoy. Poets like wordsworth have brought nature right in front of the readers through his poems. Nobody has to see the daffodils to realise how wonderful they are and nobody can help remembering these lines (once read) each time he/she looks at a row of flowers (not just daffodils, any flowers.)
Enjoy!!! Any choices from your side that I should read, drop in the links please.
(This had been a draft from Nov 5th 2005. I felt I shud publish it finally. Now that will keep you busy for some days. Will it not?)
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