Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
True love, like any other fatal illness, can occur only once in life. It lingers and slowly gnaws you to death. There is no escape, mainly because you wouldn't want to escape the sweet agony that inexorable extinction.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Miracles too obey the Third Law of motion. Every good miracle has an opposite bad miracle. As the swine in Gadarenes discovered.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
He went to the lake. To his usual place.
The deep rumble of the lake soothes. You need to listen with your soul though. The deep mystery of the lake is beyond the mortal ear
The deep rumble of the lake soothes. You need to listen with your soul though. The deep mystery of the lake is beyond the mortal ear
Accepting defeat does not come easily or naturally. Yet I have reached a stage where acceptance is less painful than continuing the fihht.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
This time I think it is final.
I feel numb. Drained. All emotions gone.
Nothing matters anymore.
And, no, I don't need Prozac
I feel numb. Drained. All emotions gone.
Nothing matters anymore.
And, no, I don't need Prozac
Friday, July 31, 2009
The fever subsided. But the right ear remained blocked. The doctor, ever so cautious, prescribed some medicines. He also said she might need "further evaluation".
She was scared. A simple cold, fever and blocked sinus. That is all there is to it, she told herself.
Yet she knew she was deluding herself. There is no way out of this. The smallest illness would appear menacing.
She was scared. A simple cold, fever and blocked sinus. That is all there is to it, she told herself.
Yet she knew she was deluding herself. There is no way out of this. The smallest illness would appear menacing.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Memories
Again I am back in the valley of memories. Cold rain thunders down all around me. It has been raining here for three days without a pause. So I am confined to my room most of the time.
The rain is so madly heavy, the earth and the grass doesn't smell fresh, like after the first drops of rain kissing the earth. I get the smell of muddy water, washing away the slime of summer.
You are here. Everywhere. I see you in the rain. In the grass. In my soul. I can see your smile and your laughter in the play of the rain and the earth.
I miss you so much, it is like the rain has washed away my very being. I don't see why I am here, all alone.
Be happy, Dearest.
The rain is so madly heavy, the earth and the grass doesn't smell fresh, like after the first drops of rain kissing the earth. I get the smell of muddy water, washing away the slime of summer.
You are here. Everywhere. I see you in the rain. In the grass. In my soul. I can see your smile and your laughter in the play of the rain and the earth.
I miss you so much, it is like the rain has washed away my very being. I don't see why I am here, all alone.
Be happy, Dearest.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Questions.
The impact of the diagnosis had been devastating. Her thoughts flew to the old days-the good days, she thought wryly. Were they ever good? The introspection had begun some days ago. She had started asking questions about herself. About things she had never imagined could even be questioned. Things like breakfast. What is there to question about breakfast? Well, try this - Why should I make breakfast. Or any other food for that matter. Why wash the clothes?
Sunday, July 19, 2009
I have been reading up on alcoholism. Apparently you are an alcoholic when your life revolves around alcohol, when it starts affecting your family, friends, work and your life in general. At that point, in fact a long before that point you are already an alcoholic, only thing is you had never realized it. Soon the point of no return is reached when you are totally enslaved.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Coward
My old companion is back. Dark, brooding, forever sincere and relentless, like god.
You hold my life in your hands and play with it. No quarter given.
Dear friend, darkest depression. You visit uninvited and you take control.
I am tired. Sick and tired of fighting you. I accept defeat. Call me coward, but I cannot fight anymore.
You hold my life in your hands and play with it. No quarter given.
Dear friend, darkest depression. You visit uninvited and you take control.
I am tired. Sick and tired of fighting you. I accept defeat. Call me coward, but I cannot fight anymore.
Monday, July 06, 2009
What power, what evil power does alcohol have over me ! I know I am not alone. But the world of fiction ceated by this liquid is indeed small and fearsome. And I have to battle alone. No excuses, man. It is not just your world.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
SWOT
Time. The great healer. How true. The pain of knowledge is now wearing away. Slowly easing.
As she left the clinic he found himself bewildered by the deep mystery of knowledge. Historical knowledge to knowledge of the future. Maybe everything is same.
SWOT. He thougt wryly. Planning for the unplannable.
As she left the clinic he found himself bewildered by the deep mystery of knowledge. Historical knowledge to knowledge of the future. Maybe everything is same.
SWOT. He thougt wryly. Planning for the unplannable.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
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