Monday, August 17, 2009

HIS Blessed One

Knowledge of 'psychology' is the single most biggest and most important knowledge in the world... Sometimes I wish I'd gone by my instinct and taken that up as one of my subjects while I still had the chance... Maybe I would've learnt a lot of things sooner and in a lesser painful way than I have now by hit-and-trial... Maybe that would've even taught me to look at things in a more impersonal way, to not be much affected by them, rather to take care of them in a more scientific manner... But maybe, that would've taken all the sensitivity out of me... coz maybe then, I would've looked at people merely as subjects -- to be studied -- and not as humans - to be understood and appreciated.

Whatever happens, happens for the best... I have always been a firm believer of this... More than anything else, the fact that nothing can happen to me without HIS knowledge keeps me going... HE will take care of me and all those who I care about... I know this... coz I'm His Blessed One...

Sunday, August 16, 2009

ORIENTAL LADIES

Took me almost 27 months to complete, but now that it's done, I realise it s been worth all the effort... Take a look at the Oriental Ladies... :) :)

Mind you, the whole thing is HUGE and the photograph has been taken from quite a distance so as to get all of it in the frame... So, i guess you'll be missing out on a few details but I sure hope you get a general idea of my masterpiece... ;) ;)

Monday, August 3, 2009

BLIND IN LOVE

When you are in love... Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat... You throw your pride out to keep it afloat... And your self-respect and your independence... And after a while you start throwing out people you trusted... i.e. your friends and everyone you used to know...And it's still not enough... The lifeboat is still sinking and you know its going to take you down with it...

- Gregory David Roberts
(SHANTARAM)

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Living on the surface is killing me now... I've got to dive in, cut through the waves and depths of the ocean... coz maybe the pain that I experience there will be lesser than the one that I'm experiencing right now...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

For all your days prepare

And meet them ever alike

When you are the anvil, bear --

When you are the hammer, strike.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

WRITERS…

I recently read this somewhere… Thought I’d share it with you all :-)

This is what being a writer meant in the early 1960s:

a) A writer always wears glasses and never combs his hair. Half the time he feels angry about everything and the other half depressed. He spends most of his life in bars, arguing with other dishevelled, bespectacled writers. He says very ‘deep’ things. He always has amazing ideas for the plot of his next novel, and hates the one he has just published.

b) A writer has a duty and an obligation never to be understood by his own generation; convinced, as he is, that he has been born into an age of mediocrity, he believes that being understood would mean losing his chance of ever being considered a genius. A writer revises and rewrites each sentence many times. The vocabulary of the average man is made up of 3,000 words; a real writer never uses any of these, because there are another 189,000in the dictionary, and he is not the average man.

c) Only other writers can understand what a writer is trying to say. Even so, he secretly hates all other writers, because they are always jockeying for the same vacancies left by the history of literature over the centuries. And so the writer and his peers compete for the prize of ‘most complicated book’: the one who wins will be the one who has succeeded in being the most difficult to read.

d) A writer understands about things with alarming names, like semiotics, epistemology, neoconcretism. When he wants to shock someone, he says things like: ‘Einstein is a fool’, or ‘Tolstoy was the clown of the bourgeoisie’. Everyone is scandalized, but they nevertheless go and tell other people that the theory of relativity is bunk, and that Tolstoy was a defender of the Russian aristocracy.

e) When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says: ‘I’m a writer’, and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works.

f) Given his vast culture, a writer can always get work as a literary critic. In that role, he can show his generosity by writing about his friends’ books. Half of any such reviews are made up of quotations from foreign authors and the other half of analyses of sentences, always using expressions such as ‘the epistemological cut’, or ‘an integrated bi-dimensional vision of life’. Anyone reading the review will say: ‘What a cultivated person’, but he won’t buy the book because he’ll be afraid he might not know how to continue reading when the epistemological cut appears.

g) When invited to say what he is reading at the moment, a writer always mentions a book no one has ever heard of.

h) There is only one book that arouses the unanimous admiration of the writer and his peers: Ulysses by James Joyce. No writer will ever speak ill of this book, but when someone asks him what it’s about, he can’t quite explain, making one doubt that he has actually read it.

Friday, March 6, 2009

To Parul and Sabia...

Aubveeuslyyyyyyyy.... (OBVIOUSLY... ;) )

This is the one word which when uttered by different people refers to different people;)