All you who sleep tonight

This is a fantabulous Vikram Seth poem.He's brilliant, by the way.


All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or rightAnd emptiness above-

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

Twenty second June, 2006

It finally rained.
After a long, long, long wait.
It rained long and hard.
The oppressive afternoons and the long, stretched out evenings,and
the colourful skies had been announcing monsoon for a long time.
But when it finally happened, it wasn't a moment too soon.

I especially love rain when it's accompanied by lots of thunder and lightning. It just seems so alive. And at times the lightning is so magnificent, it turns the night into day for a few brilliant moments. I feel connected to some primitive force of Nature at such times.

Rain in Mumbai is very different from rain in my home town. When it rains in Jaipur, it's almost like a celebration. It's a celebration of nature. Jaipur is settled in a valley, surrounded by pre-historic hills covered by desert vegetation. It takes just one intense spell of rainfall to turn the barren hills into a lovely and fragrant green forest teeming with life. Now that I think, is a true miracle of nature. Talking about fragrance, you can't smell the rain in Mumbai. In Jaipur, one can almost smell the earth begging the sky to quench her everlasting thirst. And when it finally rains, My God! The smell of the first few drops on the hot, dry earth. The smell is so sweet and melancholy it can bring tears to your eyes.

Priorities and Confusion

I wonder sometimes, if 10 years down the line, If I come across this post or a diary entry of mine, and read it, will I even remember the people whom I feel so passionately about now as though they were the centre of my existence? It doesn't seem too probable. How many things that bother me to no end, which keep me het up and frustated to days at end, will eventually really matter in my life? What am I doing now, or what should I/shouldn't I be doing that will eventually matter in my life? How much of the things that really matter in my life are really in my hands? What does one mean whan they say that something is in their hands or not?

I, Me, Myself

A lot of people tell me that I am an extremely judgemental person and that I should change my world view. I agree. I am judgemental, and am often found lacking in discretion when passing comments about someone. But I do think that I have the prerogative to like or dislike anyone I please. And surely, I have the liberty of surrounding myself with people who are like me, who think and speak like me; who have similar tastes and who appreciate the same things that I do. I guess my sin is that I am too vocal about my displeasure(Subject ofcourse, to speaking out being considered a sin; which however, I am often assured is quite a positive quality). Why is holding radical views so controversial? I do hold strong opinions, whether they be based on a strong, logical foundation or are baseless and coloured is not of import. They are my views, and I hold them nevertheless. I never try to colour my audiences judgement or perspective; if this is found happening, it shows a lack of conviction and analytical faculties in the other party.I guess a balance can be reached if we are ready to change someone's image in our minds and hearts if our impression of them is proven wrong.

T.S. Eliot

"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope.
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; and wait without love,
for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith.
But the faith, and the hope, and the love are all in the waiting.
And so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness, the dancing."


~TS Eliot~

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