The most impassioned of all trees,
The home of three intensities;
Gnarled trunk, dark concentrated leaf,
And flowers that burn in love and grief.
These are part of those haunting lines by Vikram Seth and
i really dig them too much and they kind of get imprinted on the mind.
This was a small draft i saved somewhere and i just though i better get over with it.
Last year when i had to walk 10 mins home everyday across some lovely houses with gardens- there used to be these trees with the sweetest orange flowers….and most of us know its the Anarkali.(Sad if we can only remember Salim now).
I have been so off mood that i looked back on my own blog
and then thought ….
why once upon a time i was so better at cribbing ….
now its such a boring rant….
Almost all in life seems so hopeless….
dont know whats the fuss is all about …
its not just me…most people just go on living ….and on.
But then i realise we create our own hypes…
our own passions which keeps us going….
the movies and movie stars/cricket and cricketers /Harry Potter/TV shows/Stock
markets /chat forums/hours of gossip/ambitions and even blogging for some.
But honestly what i still like when i look back and reread are my favorite poems
and my thoughts on reading books.
Actually thats what it seems is missing….its been so long that i read a pure
fiction story apart from Harry Potter.(Well i better not start on it again…).
I need that escape …my books else this is how i become .
Bad memory has its pleasures.
I was looking up some old selected quotes and found this quote
“People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.”
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 2, “Swann’s Way: Swann in Love”
Some people have an awesome way with words….Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Comma bacillus …ROFL………..
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