thaumaturgist

Sitting here today in this bright spring afternoon, when there is a perfume in the air, the sun shines bright and the blowing wind announces the arrival of hope and joy... why do I think of the night and the dark deserted streets? I am reminded of Eliot... and a line springs to my mind 'Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;' Thank you, Devapriya for introducing me to Eliot, it sure was a turning point in my life. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question … Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit ... For I have known them all already, known them all:— Have known th...

So this is today... and i cant remember when was yesterday. each day feels like a dream, like a deja vu. so many things have been done within a month that i cant figure out where i am right now... am literally living out of a suitcase! Amidst all you kinda tend to forget the other 'real' life that overshadows this real life... the school.. the dorm... the exams!!! I posted the first blog during those exams now i am posting this when it is time for 'judgement day' not necessarily meaning it's apocalypse... my brain refuses to take in all that! The 'brave new world' is very weird for me, too many days of tourism can get you bored and then you wonder when it will come to an end. When you get yourself overworked you still wait for it to come to an end.... Yet the world in my mind intrigues me no end... how i get bored and fatigued at the same time... how am excited and oversensitive all at once. One day I feel I cannot leave the country I was born in and the nex...