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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I have become an insomniac again these days. Don't know whats bothering me! Colours in dreams, long forgotten friends... Grandpa, when wil you stop visiting me there? Why do you come again and again and be so nice to me, making me feel even more pathetic? The grasslands, people from different planes nd spaces; why are you after me? And when am I goin to stop giving those exams which I have no clue about and for which I will never ever be ready? Dear Sleep ..Y have you moved away from me? when are you going to embrace me again? I don't want to go through those lanes again. I have travelled enough, and am tired. Show mercy now and accept me. For, only in your acceptance, is my peace.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Kite Runner

"life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end, kamyab, nah_kam, crisis, catharisis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis."
How true..finished reading "kite runner" by KHALED HUSSEINI. Needless to say touched by the narration. The way the story of a happy go lucky kid turns with time, the impelling situations that make him take the wildest actions, the guilt that haunts, the restlessness that follows..."theres a way to be good again.."
The story of a faithful servant kid, his sacrifices, the way his life turns with time...
The story of a father who is lost between his duty and guilt, the way he finds remorse in doing good..
the life of afghans,the pusthuns,the hazarats...the talibans..
Huhh..the book had been a roller coaster ride. So many lives, so many complexities...For some minutes I really felt glad for being so fortunate not to be in such circumstances.
And indeed life is such a mystery that unfolds so many secrets to us as we move on..they may be good,they may be bad..all we have to do is accept and move on..for, we are mortals to decipher the mysteries of the world.
After a long hiatus...

Things are still the same. But now I realised that I have to live with them.No one is going to come to rescue and I have to accept the things the way they are.Nothing outside me, can I ever change.So I have turned more inwards for help.Life seems more peaceful that way, having nothing to expect. But it still hurts deep down somewhere. Somewhere some voice is still resisting change. Least it knows ,that, it has to die down too. Only in its death, is there a clearing, and only in it, a new possibility of life. Life seems so harsh, but then...Y is everything fair here?!