Today, I attended a 3 hour introductory session by Lawrence Liang,on Law and the literature. The entire session was interesting. However, what hit me the most was the introductory point; the limits of language are reached when emotions are extreme, especially in the case of pain. When you want someone to understand and none of the words are correct enough.
Almost along the lines of one of my previous post on the inability, nay limitations of words.
More on the issues of the session later.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Don is Lost
Don's room, his bed but a different man.:)
Attempt to recreate the Don effect.
Still in awe and much behind.
Attempt to recreate the Don effect.
Still in awe and much behind.
Monday, July 19, 2010
His RIver
Some lines for my Assamese friends; for their river and the way of life that is perhaps the end of a 'time'.
His River
On the banks of his river
He stands; A net in hand
Not any river
But the mighty Brahmaputra
Generations
Have called it home
The mighty Brahmaputra
Melancholy; he stands
The Ahom fisherman
Last of his line
Fated; Or Cursed?
To see the river die
His sons are far away
And they shall never know
The love and the pain
Of the patient stirrings
The legacy
Of the mighty Brahmaputra
His River
On the banks of his river
He stands; A net in hand
Not any river
But the mighty Brahmaputra
Generations
Have called it home
The mighty Brahmaputra
Melancholy; he stands
The Ahom fisherman
Last of his line
Fated; Or Cursed?
To see the river die
His sons are far away
And they shall never know
The love and the pain
Of the patient stirrings
The legacy
Of the mighty Brahmaputra
Ceasing Words
Words, words everywhere and not one seems so right. I know; blame it on the age, the mix of idealism and hormones tempered by booze perhaps? Or the sheer absurdity that things are. But the words are never sufficient enough to express the state of mind; agreed, its pretty close but there is always something missing.
Every song I hear, every story I read, the lyrics, emotions that run on my sleeve and a quixotic heart give me impetus to write. I know there is something stirring; perhaps a symphony? But no, the words just do not do justice to the thought, to the immensity of the idea.
What, next? Perhaps I could try going a notch lower and just aim to get the flow going. A look at the blue sky and the ever changing cloud forms? Or the cool breeze coming through the window and the beautiful girl sitting beside the window? Or the silhouette imprinted in my memory of the one that got away?
Some random lines emerge; albeit painfully. The pen treads with caution lest the flow is stopped but still the verses look bland, empty and meaningless with a compulsion to rhyme.
"Oh the blue sky
And a bird so high
The wind so blows
And beauty it shows"
Damn, this is not what I want to write. Yes, i know they are rhyming and may pass off as some form of petry, but??? Brings me back to the original emotion, the stirring and the passion. Almost universal emotions and what can i write more? Every heartbreak has had a song and encounters of passion are plenty. is there something new I can add and something that can be a creation of beauty?
Perhaps, i can write about me. But then, that would be a memoir. Damn, it would take a lot of time to write. Besides, who would want to read my memoirs anyway? Not even me, at least not now.:)
The words are ceasing. Time now then to abandon the books; for everyone of their creators had their own world to see. Time to see the world, with a keener eye, observe and feel and then perhaps words will be enough to describe these feelings, to ascribe them some value and meaning.
Till then
The sky is still blue
Have not yet found a clue
To differentiate my emotions
Into disparate shades and hues
Every song I hear, every story I read, the lyrics, emotions that run on my sleeve and a quixotic heart give me impetus to write. I know there is something stirring; perhaps a symphony? But no, the words just do not do justice to the thought, to the immensity of the idea.
What, next? Perhaps I could try going a notch lower and just aim to get the flow going. A look at the blue sky and the ever changing cloud forms? Or the cool breeze coming through the window and the beautiful girl sitting beside the window? Or the silhouette imprinted in my memory of the one that got away?
Some random lines emerge; albeit painfully. The pen treads with caution lest the flow is stopped but still the verses look bland, empty and meaningless with a compulsion to rhyme.
"Oh the blue sky
And a bird so high
The wind so blows
And beauty it shows"
Damn, this is not what I want to write. Yes, i know they are rhyming and may pass off as some form of petry, but??? Brings me back to the original emotion, the stirring and the passion. Almost universal emotions and what can i write more? Every heartbreak has had a song and encounters of passion are plenty. is there something new I can add and something that can be a creation of beauty?
Perhaps, i can write about me. But then, that would be a memoir. Damn, it would take a lot of time to write. Besides, who would want to read my memoirs anyway? Not even me, at least not now.:)
The words are ceasing. Time now then to abandon the books; for everyone of their creators had their own world to see. Time to see the world, with a keener eye, observe and feel and then perhaps words will be enough to describe these feelings, to ascribe them some value and meaning.
Till then
The sky is still blue
Have not yet found a clue
To differentiate my emotions
Into disparate shades and hues
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
You & Me
Relief?
A wayward jump
Into unguarded visions
Delusion?
Filled to the brim
With hopeful dreams
Starlit skies;
Bright
Expectation?
Only to find
A mirage
On oasis land
Perfection?
Encased in layers
Of stealth & sly
With a cloak of false;
False emotions?
Ah, You & me
Just a twirl of lies
Bound
By a starnge connection.
A wayward jump
Into unguarded visions
Delusion?
Filled to the brim
With hopeful dreams
Starlit skies;
Bright
Expectation?
Only to find
A mirage
On oasis land
Perfection?
Encased in layers
Of stealth & sly
With a cloak of false;
False emotions?
Ah, You & me
Just a twirl of lies
Bound
By a starnge connection.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Random Travels: Goa, Pune, Bombay
Recently I went to Goa, Pune and Bombay during the holidays. It was a different experience and thoroughly enjoyable.
It was the beginning of the off season and so I thought, why not Goa? After dithering for 2 days and failing to convince Jitu, I and VP set off for the fabled land. As train tickets were pretty hard to come by, we took a bus from Anand Rao Circle near Majestic.
As expected, the bus was less than half full. It really seemed to be the off season. After a ride of almost 13 hours, we arrived at Panjim at around 9 in the morning. Unsure of what to do, we sucummed to the lure of a taxi driver’s version of the beaches and decided to base ourselves somewhere near the beaches.
After looking through a couple of places, the driver grew exasperated and finally landed us on Pedro’s Guest House, near Calangute beach. It was not bad for 500 a night though I still felt the rate could have been bargained further.
After freshening up, we hired a Kinetic scooter and started exploring. Although I had a map of Goa, we hardly used it. The roads were pretty much straight forward and there were signs all around. We headed off to Baga, and then Vagator and Morjim. The beaches were good, and there was a hint of rain in the winds. Soon, we were down on fuel and strangely the nearest petrol pump was quite far away and we had to buy petrol from roadside vendors who sold them in 1 litre mineral water bottles.
It rained and it was fun riding the scooter with the drops of rain on my face.
The next days turned out to be pretty much the same. We went off to Vasco and also explored Panjim and Old Goa. And surprisingly everytime I rode, it rained while the moment VP took over, the rain gods eased things. Seemed like he had a secret pact with them!!!
Despite being the off season, there were a lot of Indian tourists; perhaps students like ourselves hoping to get a good deal during the off season. Finally on the 3rd day, I left for Pune from Mapusa around 7 in the evening.
I was in for a rude shock. I had booked a ticket on a sleeper bus. It was only when I boarded the bus did I realise that I had to share the seat with a complete stranger. Believe me, it was not fun. The guy just would not shut up!!!(I know, I am pretty much the same, but you have to take my word for it, he was just way too much.) After an ‘engaing’ discussion on organic chemistry and learning English, he finally decided he wanted to sleep. And the space just was not enough.
After a bumpy ride, and a solemn promise never to board a ‘sleeper’ again, I alighted at Swar Gate station, Pune. Got to my friend’s place at Kothrud. The next two days were spent just lazing around. Rode his Apache 180, which was quite powerful and went to places like the Osho ashram, Kayani bakery; had awesome Biryani and Cad-B.
I liked Pune, especially how it still retained that small town feeling while maintaining itself as a growing city. Besides, the bada pavs were both cheap and tasty!!! Sad, i have not found such an eatery in Bangalore yet. A search for this trimester perhaps!!
Next stop was Bombay. Went to Mihir’s place at Thane. Awesome place, especially the scenery from his apartment. His parents were awesome too and I also got some wonderful home food for the first time.
Bombay was fun. Saw the Taj and all. Most importantly loved the thing called Queen’s necklace; the view from the side of the sea. Listening to the waves; that was peace man. Made me want to live there, work there. But then, the place is expensive as well. Still, some day:)
The local train was also quite an experience, especially taking the last local for the day. The hustle bustle of the day contrasted with the silence of the night.
Finally, I have visited the big 4 Indian cities. Hopefully the remaining 3 years in India will involve a lot more of these travels!!
It was the beginning of the off season and so I thought, why not Goa? After dithering for 2 days and failing to convince Jitu, I and VP set off for the fabled land. As train tickets were pretty hard to come by, we took a bus from Anand Rao Circle near Majestic.
As expected, the bus was less than half full. It really seemed to be the off season. After a ride of almost 13 hours, we arrived at Panjim at around 9 in the morning. Unsure of what to do, we sucummed to the lure of a taxi driver’s version of the beaches and decided to base ourselves somewhere near the beaches.
After looking through a couple of places, the driver grew exasperated and finally landed us on Pedro’s Guest House, near Calangute beach. It was not bad for 500 a night though I still felt the rate could have been bargained further.
After freshening up, we hired a Kinetic scooter and started exploring. Although I had a map of Goa, we hardly used it. The roads were pretty much straight forward and there were signs all around. We headed off to Baga, and then Vagator and Morjim. The beaches were good, and there was a hint of rain in the winds. Soon, we were down on fuel and strangely the nearest petrol pump was quite far away and we had to buy petrol from roadside vendors who sold them in 1 litre mineral water bottles.
It rained and it was fun riding the scooter with the drops of rain on my face.
The next days turned out to be pretty much the same. We went off to Vasco and also explored Panjim and Old Goa. And surprisingly everytime I rode, it rained while the moment VP took over, the rain gods eased things. Seemed like he had a secret pact with them!!!
Despite being the off season, there were a lot of Indian tourists; perhaps students like ourselves hoping to get a good deal during the off season. Finally on the 3rd day, I left for Pune from Mapusa around 7 in the evening.
I was in for a rude shock. I had booked a ticket on a sleeper bus. It was only when I boarded the bus did I realise that I had to share the seat with a complete stranger. Believe me, it was not fun. The guy just would not shut up!!!(I know, I am pretty much the same, but you have to take my word for it, he was just way too much.) After an ‘engaing’ discussion on organic chemistry and learning English, he finally decided he wanted to sleep. And the space just was not enough.
After a bumpy ride, and a solemn promise never to board a ‘sleeper’ again, I alighted at Swar Gate station, Pune. Got to my friend’s place at Kothrud. The next two days were spent just lazing around. Rode his Apache 180, which was quite powerful and went to places like the Osho ashram, Kayani bakery; had awesome Biryani and Cad-B.
I liked Pune, especially how it still retained that small town feeling while maintaining itself as a growing city. Besides, the bada pavs were both cheap and tasty!!! Sad, i have not found such an eatery in Bangalore yet. A search for this trimester perhaps!!
Next stop was Bombay. Went to Mihir’s place at Thane. Awesome place, especially the scenery from his apartment. His parents were awesome too and I also got some wonderful home food for the first time.
Bombay was fun. Saw the Taj and all. Most importantly loved the thing called Queen’s necklace; the view from the side of the sea. Listening to the waves; that was peace man. Made me want to live there, work there. But then, the place is expensive as well. Still, some day:)
The local train was also quite an experience, especially taking the last local for the day. The hustle bustle of the day contrasted with the silence of the night.
Finally, I have visited the big 4 Indian cities. Hopefully the remaining 3 years in India will involve a lot more of these travels!!
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