Eloquent subtlety

Two year later, He walks past a bookstore advertising a new release with huge posters of the author's face. The book, billed as a novel, is called Sonata for a Good Man. He walked in because he had known the author.
Two years before he had heard the author play the sheet music and wonder "Can anyone who has heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?" He wept because he didn't belong to the wrong side.
Ah! life has its own ways to change people's belief..fate makes the author lose faith in his belief one day.
But then life has its own way to restore them back again..
He goes inside, opens a copy, and reads the dedication,
At the checkout counter the clerk asks whether he should gift-wrap the book, and He replies, "no, it's for me."- The Lives of Others.

"Looking towards the open window, I saw the wreaths from Joe's pipe floating there and I fancied it was like a blessing from Joe- not obtruded on me or paraded before me, but pervading the air we shared together. I put my light out, and crept into bed; and it was an uneasy bed now, and I never slept the old sound sleep in it any more"- Great Expectation

Somehow both portray the same emotion. Although not quite the same, one realization puts you at rest and the other makes you lose sleep. However the realizations dawn without the cumbersome exchange of words. Its the subtlety of the expression that makes the realization so powerful. Its the receptivity of the recipient which makes the realization so powerful.
Its the sheer beauty of such moments, which puts a smile on your face. Sometimes it happens to you in person and sometimes you just relate to it while watching a movie or reading it in a novel. I am not sure if reading this blog conveys that sentiment eloquently so either watch the movie or read the novel!

Lonely planet!

'She stuck on, almost reminding one of Fevicol ads that you might remember from your childhood. And somewhere I guess I wanted to stick on too. It made sense. It felt right...'

"And this is how the world begins to make sense suddenly one day.."
Wait.. no i don't want to count another friend who rattles off these lines on my face. Nothing ever makes sense to me, and I took solace in the fact that you my friend stood with me equally perplexed with life and people who make such statements. I wasn't prepared to hear you say this.

And yeah a little heads up would have been good. You don't have to literally translate the phrase, 'writing on the wall' even when you are a literarian worth your salt. While I am happy for you. Happy to know that your blogs would now have a different theme.. (haha.. you had over exploited the earlier theme) but then you were doing real good, there can be different ways to look at the same thing. But you choose to change the choice of subject and desert the fraternity to join the the pretentious V day crowd!

So i would lament, at being left behind in the lonely club. Would have done that, but for the warm snow flakes falling gently on my shoulders. Interestingly at least something made sense to me today. I saw a perfect snowflake on my black jacket. And I really know what my chemistry teacher talked about when she talked about the shape of snowflakes. And then i also understood what the poet meant, when he said



'each snowflake is unique,
the same pattern is never cast twice..'

I know the two are antagonistic in some ways. The chemistry teacher tried to define the shape as a standard which could be explained by molecule spatial theory. She tried to kill all the romance by saying all snowflakes were just the same..& the well the poet romanticized the beauty, for him it was unique. Somehow both made sense together as I walked home in the gentle snowfall...

Perhaps this is how snow made perfect sense to our lonely planet for millions of years.It was easy to cut off the incomprehensible world outside and lie cozy beneath the warm blanket of snow..

Footnotes: this blog shaped during the class of sustainable business enterprises, and specifically a lecture on global warming. these lectures are messing up my head!

One more time

Three o'clock, this morning, I woke up in a dream.
Thought I heard a flathead motor roar, I thought I smelled gasoline.
A feeling came upon me, that I ain't had in years.
Something like a hot dry wind, whistling past my ears.
Saying "time, time, time is all you got".
There's a memory that's still burning, way down in my mind.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead one more time.

I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years, or more.
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down on Thunder Road.
I hear their voices calling, just across the finish line.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead one more time.

I'll get back to you baby, don't you have no fear.
'Cos I been there, and I wrecked that, and baby I'm still here.
But I can't take you with me, when I cross the finish line.
And that's why, I'm going out and trying, a flathead, one, more, time.

Time, time, time is all you got.

Ry Cooder

These lines touched a deep cord somewhere :)
And that's why, I'm going out and trying , a flathead one more time..