Thursday, October 09, 2008

Simplicity

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.

-Ernest Hemingway

Ouch!

OK, I'll try, I'll try really really my best to keep it simple the next time I write. (Which better be soon, the constant itch to write seems to have been replaced by a stagnant lull. Is it the lack of motivation, or just a lack of anything to write about? I doubt if life is getting sensational anytime soon, so I need to find objects of composition in the available 360- degrees; I mean visibility. How can I motivate self to write? Suggestions?)

Saturday, September 20, 2008

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"Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings."
- Jane Austen

Sunday, June 22, 2008

The Trials of Arabella

"She whispered his name with the deliberation of a child trying out the distinct sounds. When he replied with her name, it sounded like a new word- the syllables remained the same, the meaning was different. Finally he spoke the three simple words that no amount of bad art or bad faith can ever quite cheapen. She repeated them, with exactly the same slight emphasis on the second word, as though she were the one to say them first. He had no religious belief but it was impossible not to think of an invisible witness or presence in the room, and that these words spoken aloud were like signatures on an unseen contract."
Ian McEwan, Atonement

How powerful are the words in a book. Once you take a stroll with them, they draw you slowly and cunningly into a tangled web; there is no escape from a good book until it has finished with you. You are in the clutches of every emotion that the protagonist feels- elated, bewildered, angry or shameful. The confines which separate humans are blurred, and you are at once more than one person, delving into each mind seamlessly as you follow the words which paint these pictures, these people, none of whom may have never existed, the circumstances surrounding them and their reactions nothing but a flight of imagination. But for you, the reader- they are real, they are suffering and surviving and as you plunder page after page, a satisfactory ending for them is your hope.

Atonement has been a thoroughly satisfying read, so very well cut into episodes, and with a staggeringly beautiful epilogue that quenches your thirst and curiosity completely. There are questions of course, the last boulders you encounter before the finish line, but in a rhetorical sense, because the answers are standing right next to them, and you know you are the one who put them in your head, you are free to believe as you choose to, its all your glass half-full/half-empty perception.
Briony Tallis is a 13 year old author whose innocent and capricious cosmos collides with the depravities of the adult world and her lie, albeit without malice, out of good intentions, a sense of justice and protectiveness, changes lives forever.
"Weak, stupid, cowardly, evasive- she had hated herself for everything she had been, but she had never thought of herself as a liar."

How wonderful the world would be, if one could walk backwards along the fourth dimension and undo the wrongs one did. No, you wouldn't want to go back to do the right thing because its the right thing, you would go because guilt, is the most destructive of emotions, one that threatens to kill the parent the seed germinated from. You would go because a life with that knowledge of a sin committed is but a life, it's a slow death. Of course, one forgets, but a mere remembrance is a scalpel gnawing at your skin, and pain, shame, self-pity become inseparable soul mates. The only emancipator to sustain you at that moment is, a resolution to make amends, to secure the future from being scarred by the blow you dealt long ago. And Briony, now 'grown up', begins to get the full grasp of what she did, wishes to make amends, to tell the truth, but is it too late, too worthless?
"...how can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form, that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her..."

So there it is, 'a beautiful and majestic fictional panorama'- as the review suggests.
I couldn't have agreed more.

Saturday, June 07, 2008

City Blues..

"A great city is a battlefield. You need to be a fighter to live in it, not exist, mark you, live. Anybody can exist, dragging his soul around behind him like a worn-out coat; but living is different. It can be hard, but it can also be fun; there's so much going on all the time that's new and exciting."

-(an excerpt from To Sir With Love)

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Just Another Ordinary Miracle

It's not that unusual
When everything is beautiful
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

The sky knows when it's time to snow
Don't need to teach a seed to grow
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

Life is like a gift, they say
Wrapped up for you everyday
Open up, and find a way
To give some of your own

Isn't it remarkable?
Like everytime a raindrop falls
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

The birds in winter have their fling
And always make it home by spring
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

When you wake up everyday
Please don't throw your dreams away
Hold them close to your heart
'Cause we are all a part

Of the ordinary miracle

Ordinary miracle

Do you want to see a miracle

It seems so exceptional
That things work out after all...
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

The sun comes out and shines so bright
And disappears again at night
It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

It's just another
Ordinary miracle today

- Sarah McLachlan