WordWorship

Days traditionally have been very well documented. When to start, how to go about, best way to end - the possibilities are endless. One can fill volumes with the quotes and quips exciting us about the same. For me however, night is way more fascinating. It is dark, deep, mysterious and , above all, mocking of us - much like our real self that comes out then.

And once again you came out. A single moment of let go, an instant of lowered defenses, an unguarded response and there you were crowding me all over again - me, my mind and all my memories. When shall I have have the freedom I so crave for? Maybe the day I stop looking for the shackles, maybe. And till then?

What do you do when one day you advice someone to have only those people in his or her life who add value, who somehow contribute and the very next day someone you hold incredibly close to your heart suddenly stops talking to you because they felt you 'advise them wrong'? Is the other person not doing exactly what you said someone should do? Do you blame the other person for not being insightful enough? Or respect their decision and maintain the distance? Because ultimately what you mean for someone is for them to decide, not yours. And how do you accept the other person's decision? 

Huh!!!! back after a long long time. Feels different... both good and bad at the same time. Now, coming back to the topic. I just finished The Class. About 3 4 days ago. And here are my views on it. In one word, it was "amazing". I was reading the book for the 2nd or 3rd time and that, more or less, proves my love for it. It is an amazing and beautiful book that grips you and makes you introspect at the same time. I have not come across many books that can claim to do that. The Class, written by Erich Segal, follows the story of 5 men - Theodore Lambros, Jason Gilbert, Danny Rossi, Andrew Eliot and George Keller - students from the Harvard Class of '58(I think). It is their story, the story of their lives and the players that held a key role in each's. You get to read their journey to the hallowed grounds, the four tumultuous years and the lives thereafter and end with their 25th reunion where they realise that those they had once seen as combatants are really bro...

Getting published is any writer's dream come true. Mine came true last Saturday when an article written by me was published in Deccan Herald. While the article is not an opinion or something with 'personal' scrawled across it, it is not bad for starters. Hope this beginning leads to something....  http://www.deccanherald.com/content/374382/your-gifting-manners-speak-you.html Amen!!!!!

every day is a brand new day. but every night is the same old dreary one - fraught with the demons of the past and scares of the future, a gigantic beast stretching from me to eternity. 

The other day my roommate and I were cooking together. Somehow the talk drifted towards life and its ups and downs. I, as usual, started cribbing about how it had been for the past couple of years - uncertainties, broken promises, shaken foundations, blah, blah blah. It was at this junction that she shared a pearl of wisdom that I will take to my deathbed. Following is what she spoke: Have you ever seen a river? Let us take a small part of it. It starts as a small sliver of water somewhere up in the mountains. From the beginning it has to fight for its existence every single instant. Slowly, yet steadily, it moves ahead. In the beginning, even the smallest of pebbles pose a threat to it. It defeats them and moves ahead. Next it has to stave off the challenge of the big rocks that come in the way. It overcomes that too, little knowing that soon it is going to fall and fall heavily. Lesser is its knowledge that the higher it has started, the mightier its fall is going to be. Blissf...