I wonder about these eyes. How well it enjoys the world around!
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Long back I penned down a little thought about how clouds mesmerise me. Here is the link for that Cloud Kick post. Time passed by, many a things changed. Transformations took place. But what I see as an undisputed constant, is nature's bounty. I have been watching and craving to write more about these fluffy monsters. These monsters sometimes become creatures that we only see in dreams and fables. We carve out stories out of these soft random beings.
They are ubiquitous, ever-changing, interesting and, most importantly an absolute subject for us humans. Sometimes, they look like big balls of cotton. I could watch them all day, and see them drift by. Use your imagination and you can see lots of things in these formations.
Many a times I see little clouds floating like a feather from some gigantic bird. They are the souls of happy ships floating merrily.I have always felt like a a cloud, something that persists over long periods, whilst simultaneously being in flux. I travel with time like the matter that flows from place to place and momentarily comes together to become one accumulation.
Below are a few assemblies of this wonderful creation.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
“A true war story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done. If a story seems moral, do not believe it. If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil.” ― Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
Saturday, September 1, 2012
“The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase:
if you pursue happiness you’ll never find it.” - C.P. Snow
Why chase something that is there? Why this race? Happiness is all around; it’s like bubbles. Bubbles of smiles bursting around us at random. Even in these tough times when a garden appears to us as a desert and even when we are forced to bid adieu to our loved ones, unwillingly.
Still glued to that hope - that hope of bloom, that hope of return. We smile. We all do!