Saturday, November 21, 2009

Past Life

We live in accordance with our deep, driving desire.
It is this desire at the time of death
that determines what our next life is to be.
We will come back to earth to work
out the satisfaction of that desire.

The Upanishads

Sunday, November 8, 2009

" She followed slowly, taking a long time,
as though there were some obstacle in the way;
and yet: as though , once it was overcome,
she would be beyond all waking, and would fly."

- Going Blind, Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)


Life's taken a full circle back and smacked me hard on my face!

It's quite unbelievable, actually. I'm still reeling from the shock. The unpredictable turn of events has definetly got me smashed up.

And for the time ever, i regret.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Oh Satan

Oh Satan,

Where did you go?

When the time was right

Why did'nt you show

The sweetness of evil

and the demolition of the angel


Oh Satan,

Why did you not come

to the burial ground

WHere we buried the good

and brought out the dead


Oh Satan,

Grant me one last wish

To hold them in my palm

Squeezing them alive

And while you feed on their souls

Let me drink their blood as wine


Have been experiencing a variety of emotions lately and all together- excitement, anger, bitterness, lusty, cheery, overwhelmed, restless, happy. The year is about to end and i can feel a storm building up. It's that time of the year when i take out my list and strike out the things i had meant to do. Unfortunately, this year, i dont think i will be striking out anything.


It's November.

And i'm trying really hard not to look forward to certain things. And im trying equally hard to let go of certain things.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Time Traveler's Wife

When it comes to the Time Traveler’s wife, you don’t know what totimetravelerswife_page_1 expect. therefore, one tends to make numerous assumptions; or atleast I did. I thought it would be science fiction with some element of romance thrown in. I expected it to contain various theories on time travel- potential cures , etc. But it is the exact opposite. The moment you start reading the first page, all your pre-conceived notions are thrown out the window.

The Time Traveler’s Wife is perhaps , one of the most beautiful book I have read in a really long time. It is a story of Henry and Clare- their journey through love, life and time. Henry travels through time and its pretty much not under his control. Clare is an artist and both have known each other their life. This book has the ability to make you fall in love, break your heart, makes you smile and before you know it, tears will be rolling down your face. For me, the book was about love. What it is and how it grows- through time, absence and distance.

The author uses Homer’s Odyssey and AS Byatt’s Possession as metaphorically explaining what Henry and Clare go through. The book in parts drags- but you’ve got to hold on. Its at the end when you know that its not wasted. Written very simply and clearly, Audrey Niffenger manages to weave together a timeless story of emotions- love, longing, loneliness, death and dreams. it is narrated in first person alternatively by Henry and Clare- you see the world through their eyes, feelings and thoughts. I finished this book on my way to work and i remember listening to my ipod while reading- strangely, when the book was about to end, U2's Stuck In A Moment began. What an apt song to sum it all up.

I am no expert in love. But if it is the way it is in this book, then yes, I want to fall in love. Even when it is not there.

I leave you with the opening lines of the book which I absolutely adore:

Clare: It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.


I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow al winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?"