The wisdom of the unwise

I love new beginnings.

'Fuck off' can be such a liberating thought.

Paulo Coelho, no matter what I think of your writing (ok, I don't think about your writing at all), the bit about the universe responding to one, is spot on.

As Eat, Pray and Love proves: YOU may find your life terribly exciting - indeed, enough to write a book and expect an audience for it -- but your audience (intended audience, rather) would beg to differ. And sometimes, beg for the movie to be over.

I can only have one bad year at a time. Said year just got over.

PS: Ghost of Tom Joad (we need to find you a shorter name, please), looks like you DID shame me into this. But hey, tis the season to Di wali; you're forgiven. :P

a rant

i had a very spiritual and moving experience lately and made the mistake of talking about it with some lame ass turds who only analysed in clinical and mechanical and fucked up terms and basically reduced a very beautiful experience to shit and now i want to kill a few people. breathe. now.

boxed up love

i like this anonymity, this pretence, this play-acting.

i like to think that this how it is.

this isn't denial, it's true-er than truth is,

this box where we meet and love, is the world to me.

you know you're having a nightmare if you see me in it.

you'll wake up to reality.

me? i live there.

Travel Notes - 1.

I desperately wanted to get away from home today. London. McLeodganj. Colombo. Anywhere.

But then I remembered one of my favourite Cavafy poems.

The City

You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, better than this.
Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long in this wasteland will my mind remain.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see the black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted."

New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
in these same houses you will grow gray.
Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope --
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have ruined your life here
in this little corner, you have destroyed it in the whole world.

-- C P Cavafy, 1910

There's no getting away from a mess that's actually just inside you. Travel is discovery, not escape. Finding, not hiding.

objects in my room aka home is away

maps.
bicyles.
ships. one on a keychain, one on a ceramic plate.


and then i wonder why all i want to do is to be on the go.