Idyllic Thoughts

I think there are abstract books just like abstract art, if you know what I mean. And though I am not very fond of both, I am reading the book 'Room' by Emma Donoghue and really liking it. It lingers. More later.

Sorry. I forgot to include the most favourite lines from Omar Khayyam's Rubayyat in the last post: The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.     Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate   I rose , and on the Throne of Saturn sate ,   And many Knots unravel'd by the Road ;   But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate .

Nothing begins and nothing ends That is not paid with moan; For we are born in another's pain, And perish in our own.                                        - Francis Thompson. The hills of Georgia in sombre night are veiled, Below, the swift Aragva purls its song, My wishful mood is light, my sadness is elate, To you my melancholy thoughts belong...              - Pushkin. It isn't life that weighs us down, it's the way we carry it. The snob's error is to put good taste before a good heart.              - Joseph Epstein. The Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them unto you. A lot of good things have come from dreaming.                             - Arthur Miller. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.              - Percy B. Shelley No one can ride your back unless it is bent. Yesterday, I was searching something in all my purses and came across an old purse which contained two paper chits on which I had written these l

It seems like a long time since I wrote in this blog. Seems like ages passed and many things happened. But the only things which I can reveal are my experiences on my Orissa trip. Two nights and one-and-half day were spent on train. It was the first time that I spent such long hours aboard a train and it was both fascinating and surprising, apart from being extremely hot. It was so hot that sitting on a seat for 10 straight minutes seemed to scorch my skin. I kept washing my face and neck but you may imagine how it would be at 45 degree celsius. It was fascinating to see all those people, utter strangers and unaware of each others' existence till now, metamorphosing into a great big family all of a sudden. They walk around in banians and lungis, chudidars without dupattas, brushing in front of everyone, sleep like they are at home and not in front of hundreds of strangers, and most surprising of all was the helping and sharing nature without even knowing each other's languag