At my tuitions today, I was halfway through trying to decipher Marvell. That man writes such brain twisting poetry , i feel absolutely confident that i could understand Kafka or Freud with lesser effort. Not to mention the absolute grotesquness he seems to take such delight in.My personal opinion is that he was a sadist. But I digress.
Sir called us out on to the balcony to show us the moon.A fine crescent with an 'ask' of the whole moon in a blurred but nevertheless, bright form.......its kinda hard to explain, but beautiful.. just the perfect sight to end my year with....two lines from Harivansh Rai Bachchan's poem keeps playing in my mind.( u kno the way some tunes get inside your head and you cant just seem to make it go??? Like That.)
"जीवन में एक सितारा था .....माना वोह बेहद प्यारा था........
जो बीत गई, वोह बात गई...."
New year sort of marks the end of christmas........not that I celebrate either...but you would know what I mean.Looking forward to oh-nine.....the first part of oh-eight was amazing,and so was the last part in its boringness. I stopped making resolutions way, way back....maybe in class eight. I couldn't be sure. But the reason I stopped was that I usually forgot what resolution I had made in the first place. I always had a strong suspicion that it was to study harder, but then i really didnt like believing in that so I preferred suffering from selective amnesia.
Anyways, ill make a resolution this year. or even better, ill make two.
1. Remembering B'Days
2. Blogging more.
the second one's funny, considering no one really reads my posts( save over-interested siblings who have noses a foot long each); but i always wrote only for myself. im hopeless at the first one but i can always try. We always feel that way at year- ends don't we???
Ill hope for brighter stars this new year.
Elementary, my dear Watson......
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Sherlock holmes: looking up at this vast universe, I feel so insignificant....
Me: strange. Looking at a mirror makes me feel the same way.
Me: strange. Looking at a mirror makes me feel the same way.
That time of the year.
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" silent night......holy night...
all is calm.....all is bright.."
a crisp chill in the air and the quaint tunes of soft carols, Christmas comes again.
its soooo much more than the breed of MBAs wud hav us believe.Christmas,that resides in its spirit,a spirit which tells us that giving is, and always has been, infinitely better than receiving. Which extends so much farther than a string of mulicolored lights...in the forgotten parables read out to us years back wen we were in the primary section...in the memories of reading A Christmas Carol,at the end of which our hearts were gladdened at small, homely and generous lives..in havin learnt the lessons of generosity.
Christmas .....it invaribly brings along in me a desire to do good,to help,to reach out, to revisit the part of me that shall always remain in the classroom of 1B.....listening ,for the first time ever the tale of the man who made the blind men see and the lame walk,seeing with wonder,a shiny christmas tree.
Sometimes it also makes me relive all those last days just before the christmas hols;yelling mery christmas and writing the same on blackboards.....christmas was the best part of all dose days back at Loreto.......straining my ears, I can almost hear the corridors of my school ringing with Away in a Manger.
The chill is more pronounced this christmas eve in Kolkata,and most streets in northern calcutta shall still be bare,because people here still spend christmasses with family,.in quiet thanksgiving and love. Christmas is not to be celebrated with the drunk and the rowdy.
And I'd still like to believe in the fairy Mrs Anthony told me about.The one who reports to santa about whether I've been good all year.
Spread the cheer mates...Merry Christmas.!!
all is calm.....all is bright.."
a crisp chill in the air and the quaint tunes of soft carols, Christmas comes again.
its soooo much more than the breed of MBAs wud hav us believe.Christmas,that resides in its spirit,a spirit which tells us that giving is, and always has been, infinitely better than receiving. Which extends so much farther than a string of mulicolored lights...in the forgotten parables read out to us years back wen we were in the primary section...in the memories of reading A Christmas Carol,at the end of which our hearts were gladdened at small, homely and generous lives..in havin learnt the lessons of generosity.
Christmas .....it invaribly brings along in me a desire to do good,to help,to reach out, to revisit the part of me that shall always remain in the classroom of 1B.....listening ,for the first time ever the tale of the man who made the blind men see and the lame walk,seeing with wonder,a shiny christmas tree.
Sometimes it also makes me relive all those last days just before the christmas hols;yelling mery christmas and writing the same on blackboards.....christmas was the best part of all dose days back at Loreto.......straining my ears, I can almost hear the corridors of my school ringing with Away in a Manger.
The chill is more pronounced this christmas eve in Kolkata,and most streets in northern calcutta shall still be bare,because people here still spend christmasses with family,.in quiet thanksgiving and love. Christmas is not to be celebrated with the drunk and the rowdy.
And I'd still like to believe in the fairy Mrs Anthony told me about.The one who reports to santa about whether I've been good all year.
Spread the cheer mates...Merry Christmas.!!
A Month Later.
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Some ghosts refuse to be exorcised.
The horrors of Parition returned to haunt.
Even half a century and a decade later.
The horrors of Parition returned to haunt.
Even half a century and a decade later.
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