Thursday, December 30, 2010

To 2011

As the year 2010 passes us by, this year, there is to be no summary of the losses and wins and no accounts of the 'yet to be done'. Neither am I going to write a list of new resolutions.

Hoping that the year 2011 will be defined by a smiling face, and a poem written by Kipling; one that has always stirred and inspired me, and was reminded of recently by a good friend.

If' (Rudyard Kipling)

If you can kep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you have spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things, you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with Kings- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes, nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:

if you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And- which is more- you'll be a Man, my son!

'




Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Web Love

Inspired by my friend Moares' take on super short fiction.
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He saw her every day. 
Initially, nervous and hesitant, with time, they opened up to each other. After a hard day’s work, her voice was music to him. They talked of books, music and the people’s revolution. Before long, they were in love and every little incident did more to cement that. They were inseparable.
Then, he got married in Kathmandu; to someone he had actually met in person. The snowflakes in London matched her tears. He never saw her online again.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

New Name?

I remember searching for a name for my blog. I believe it started out with 'lost in translation' which was discarded even before being used. The blog started out with something similar; in the form of "Lost in transition". To be frank, both the titles were pretty cliche, but the title did seem to have an element of truth in it.

I don't know when exactly but the name then changed to "Confused Carkey". It sounded different, at least at that point of time. And also like an upgrade; you know from being lost to finally confused. Lasted quite a while, but now it seems time for another change. Confusion does not exactly sound like me anymore. Time for another upgrade :).
When? As soon as I think of a new name!