Another year gone past, fewer blogs read and none updated. Maybe I am not really made for this entire share and care blog space! Or maybe I am just lazy. Possibly my thoughts beat my typing speed; or maybe they just don't make sense in a sentence. Whatever it is, I decided its time to catch hold of them and start to update my blog once again.
The last few weeks have been interesting - Extreme work, extreme socializing, extreme laziness, extreme sleep deprivation, extreme pressures-I guess you get the drift. I have realized that I am happiest in extreme situations except for extreme
"nothingness" that I cant deal with. I met most dear friends after a very long time, I indulged in conversations and found a new hangout joint -
"Boca Grande!" I am not sure what it is about this place but it just feels good doing nothing here. Maybe cos it is so close from work that it feels good to take off in between and find some "nothing" time. Maybe its the fact that everyone around seems in no hurry, like they have nothing pressing on their mind. Maybe its the fact that conversations and silences just happen at this place. I know that I will visit this place often enough to have memories of it, a few years from now.
I had started to write a play and ended up pressing the delete button and losing most of it. It was annoying but the flip side is that I get to re-write with new sentences yet again.My new apartment is getting done and I hope to move in soon. An audio- room is the highlight of it. Been exploring various sound receivers and speakers. It is phenomenal, how much sound we cant hear or comprehend! I wonder for the more sensitive species how does music sound?
Been trying to break away from my schedule and walk/run again. Has not happened and I realized I am not that determined after all:-( I decided to slow down this weekend, read, write and sleep.
Across these miles I wish you well.
May nothing haunt your heart but sleep.
May you not sense what I don't tell.
May you not dream, or doubt, or weep.
May what my pen this peaceless day
Writes on this page not reach your view
Till its deffered print lets you say
It speaks to someone else than you.
- Across by Vikram Seth
I smiled at you because I thought that you
Were someone else; you smiled back; and there grew
Between two strangers in a library
Something that seemed like love; but you loved me
(If thats the word) because you thought that I
Was other than i was. And by and by
We found we'd been mistaken all the while
From the first glance, that first mistaken smile.
- Mistaken by Vikram Seth.
Been reading his poetry today, yet another random flipping of pages, thoughts and nothingness that feels good.
