I Discovered!!!

Agreed that I am a voracious reader,agreed that I am a self confessed bibliophile,agreed that I pretty much read everything that is readable, but the sight of a book which has over 1300 odd pages can be quite intimidating even to the most seasoned of us book lovers.”A Suitable Boy” is a voluminous piece of work, so much so that you think  you can actually use the book to work your muscles out or maybe clobber somebody dead.

The appearance of it notwithstanding, I decided to pick it up. And boy oh boy did I do myself the greatest favour? What a beautiful piece of work!Vikram Seth never siezes to truly, truly amaze me. What a prolific writer!To think that someone can produce works of such diverse genres and yet have an impeccable command over each one of them surprises me pleasantly. From the “Golden Gate” to “Two Lives” to a “Suitable Boy”; each book such a vivid tale, so real, so touching. Blessed are the likes of me who have witnessed a glimpse of the talent that Vikram Seth is. All I can say is, Encore!

Walk to remember!!!

Stayed up all night on the pretext of studying,saw the sky turn from a romantic blue to a cheery,sunny white…walked to the coffee shop in the morning chill and treated myself to a coffee with some gooey,mushy muffin with equally crazy friends.

Mindless banter,random plans…small things at the end of the day that make life seem not all that mundane and dreary.Caffeine therapy can work magic at times.Try it sometime when you need a little kick to get you going.

Few of my favourite things!!!

Some of my favourite things said over the years:

“It is never too late to be what you might have been. “- George Eliot

  
                      “  We look before and after,
                         And pine for what is not:
                     Our sincerest laughter
                         With some pain is fraught;
                 Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought”–Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to a Skylark

She by Me!!!

    She was happy, she was free.She was walking along the street jauntily waving her tote bag.Nimble-feet they called her and so she was.She loved life,loved the sights and sounds around her,the sunkissed pine trees lining the boulevard.There was a spring to her step.She was all about life at its best.They said stop.You are too fragile.You will never win.You are a girl.But she never paid any heed and marched along.She cried,she fell,she was hurting but she rose again.Fighter they call her now.Like a phoenix,rising from the ashes again and again.

She stopped.She perched herself on the rock and sat with her feet dangling down.She looked at the vastness that lay ahead.The steep gorge which could give anybody the chills.She was not afraid.She never knew what it was like to be afraid.She lit a cigarrette and sat there puffing away.And as the smoke wafted around her,she felt alive.So what if it seemed like an endless fight,so what if it was cold and lonely.She knew she was a warrior.She knew she was a winner.Just like a true Trojan,she muttered to herself…Fight On!