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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Grey's Anatomy

The goal of any surgery is total recovery -- to come out better than you were before; some patients heal quickly and feel immediate relief; for others the healing happens gradually and it's not until months or years later that you realize you don't hurt anymore. So the challenge to any surgery is to be patient. But if you can make it through the first weeks and months, if you believe that healing is possible, then you can get your life back. But that's a big "if".

Quote for the Day

“When people say they do not care what others think of them, for the most part they deceive themselves. Generally they mean only that they will do as they choose, in the confidence that no one will know their vagaries; and at the utmost only that they are willing to act contrary to the opinion of the majorities because they are supported by the approval of their neighbors. It’s not difficult to be unconventional in the eyes of the world when your unconventionality is but the convention of your set.” -William Somerset Maugham
Tonight is like no other night. I feel like another void has been sent upon me.
My breath shallow, eyes heavy;I hear only the sound of my own breath.

The moon is smiling and here I am hating its brightness.

Tonight confusion fills my head.

I thought I am stronger now but I still can not even summon the strength that I need.

Tonight the glue that mended my broken self gave up...

Until when will I be in pain?

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. 
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. 
-Pablo Neruda

Friday, April 01, 2011

Birthday Wishlist

Here I go again with my birthday wish list.. I hope someone out there will send me any of these.. :)

Canon D-SLR Camera
USB Microphone
Ear/Headphones
iMac/Mac Book Pro
1 TB External Hard Drive
Hair Clipper/Razor
The Complete Calvin and Hobbes
Jacket/Coat
Onitsuka shoes

Living Now with Tomorrow at the Back of Your Head


The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time. - Abraham Lincoln
It's five in the morning and I hear the clanging of pots as my mom prepares to cook breakfast. While I am lying comfortably on the living room couch while trying to write something that I could read and look back to.

Today I have mixed emotions. I am very happy with what is happening to my life now. It took a major turn, in a good way. I am foreseeing a lot of adjustments and challenges ahead of me but I am not a quitter. I know there is always a new oppurtunity and another way if you get lost or lose something.

These are just random thoughts in my head...

I guess, I just had this urge to finally write something. No hesitations, no outlines. Just raw unedited block of texts.

Now i want to just start my day with a smile on my face. Head held up high.