May 14, 2010

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can Set You free

Beautiful lines about HOPE from the film The Shawshank Redemption

Andy: There are......places......in the world that aren't made out of stone. There’s something......inside......that they can't get to......that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What are you talking about?
Andy: Hope.
Red: Hope??
Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing.
Hope can drive a man insane. It’s got no use on the inside.
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Red: Hope is a good thing...Maybe the best of things.
And no good thing ever dies.
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Red: I hope I can make it across the border.
I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.
I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
I hope….

We cry because we're humans

Humans are the only primates that cry emotionally. No other animals are thought to produce tears in response to emotional states, although this is disputed by some scientists.
I still remember how I shed tears unconsciously  just watching Taare Zammen Par and even 'The Pursuit of Happiness' a few days ago. Leave alone those vicarious tears, I admit that I have cried at least twice this month for other reasons.. But  I felt better after shedding those tears. So I feel that it's not bad or unmanly to cry, unless it is crocodile tears...

May 13, 2010

Apr 25, 2010

A Midsummer’s night dream

             A Midsummer’s night dream 
                
                 The stars to winkle
                 its eyes in dizziness,

          The silvery moon to Grace the occasion;
          and to spread its aroma around.

                 The sporadic cool breeze
                 to whisper its secrets in melody;
      
                 The misty air which seems like
                  celestial damsel spreading her drape.
     
                  Silently I moved the curtain veils off;
                  Enjoyed it till the dawn.

                  My sleep, I guess, the damsel stole;
                  Until she lifted herself up towards the heaven.
                                       

India, a garden


India is a garden,
Hundred crores are laden.

Different regions and different religions,
Different castes and different colors;
All like the colors of the garden,
All like the flowers of the garden.

Gandhi, Buddha, born in this land,
And I’m proud to live in this sand.

And I have a vision,
A vision with a passion;
About the country’s might
To the Everest’s height

And in this garden let us bloom
To move away the world’s gloom;

And spread our eternal fragrance...