Sort Of Me?

"Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you...
like me,
like me."

I'm told this is the kind of thing I'd say to the people I choose to know and befriend. I don't particularly think this is right. I am bossy and believe in my way of doing things, but I'm not obstinate to the point of idiocy.

I guess, I am stubborn and overbearing at times, but I really don't like people who are absolute doormat's and rely on others for ever single thing.

But on the whole, I like this quote. It is kinda me.

Signing Out,
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The Truth And Everything But The Truth?

Thinking about it, when people swear in court to say the truth and nothing but the truth, do they mean it? Do people commit perjury willingly or does the believed truth inadvertently slip out many a times?

What is a white lie? What is a big white lie? Does lying about why you are five minutes late differ in lying about why there is a dead body on your kitchen floor?

Signing Out,
Truthfully False


The Green Space Between Us

(@antyanand 2009)

Unintentional, almost unconditional in their welcome
Soft and sober, a gentle breeze plays across my face
Hidden, yet so painfully obvious to the world
Inviting yet distant, a shield of dust to stop the less loving

Filtering sunlight, sunlit faces, facing the inevitable
I hate you, you hate me, she hates us
Prose plays with poetry in the distance
The camera does its best to capture them in a dance

My make believe gate has dried
The wood too weak to start a fire
The cat's eye under the lens of my camera
I have to be so careful, my hands sweat too much

A ringtone fills the air, the phone is put on silent
Too many times over, hurried explanations
For this is our secret
The smell of food fills the air, is it lunch yet?

We freeze suddenly, footsteps crunching
We try to hide, but of course we know its of no use
A face appears from the side
A friendly one, its one of the few who know

Jabberwocky, made up words, made up miseries
Asking, collecting, feeling, cherishing
Having to move on, waiting for tomorrow
Yes, we'll be back tomorrow

(@antyanand 2009)

(@antyanand 2009)


It's Been Some Time

"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books."
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It's been a fairly long time since I've read a good book. Not that I havn't read any in the past few months. There hasn't been any that made me laugh, cry, pity, admonish and immerse myself in the agony of being just a silent spectator to the life of some. I long for the heartache, the love, the ecstasy and the bond I start to share with the characters. I long for safe refuge in the haven of the word, creating fantasies and acknowledging realities.

The last two good books I read were "Marley & Me" by John Grogan and "Next" by Micheal Crichton. I'm a wee bit in love with anything to do with dogs, so do forgive me for wanting to put Marley & Me in the Hall Of Fame and giving the movie an Oscar.

As for Next, it was a delight for the geek inside of me. The book devles into the fascinating world of genetics, ethics and the cutthroat business of being what we are. There is fiction so intimately tied to reality that you are left wondering about the possibilities the book offers. From talking primates to trans-species families to the growing empire of patenting the genes that build us, there is an innate truth that radiates from the pages. Micheal Crichton has always been a genius by me, ever since I read Jurassic Park, but this elevates him to the level of God. May his soul rest in peace. It took me all of three hours to finish because it built the need to know further. To explore, explain, understand and revel in the facts of life it revealed.

The book made me think of an old quote,

"Zindagi kitaabon mein bitaani ho toh,
Kitaab mein pehle zindagi dhoond lo"

Signing Out,
From The Book Of Life