"A person's mind is his last sanctuary."
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Eragon
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Eragon
Showing posts with label Excerpt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Excerpt. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
On Self Discovery
"Magic Is The Simplest Thing"
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Brom's brow darkened. "Be careful. It can be a terrible knowledge. To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed. Some have been driven to madness by that stark reality. Most try to forget it. But as much as the name will give others power, so you may gain power over yourself, if the truth doesn't break you."
Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Which can be generalized too. Been wondering if that 15 year old author knew exactly how strong those words are.
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Brom's brow darkened. "Be careful. It can be a terrible knowledge. To know who you are without any delusions or sympathy is a moment of revelation that no one experiences unscathed. Some have been driven to madness by that stark reality. Most try to forget it. But as much as the name will give others power, so you may gain power over yourself, if the truth doesn't break you."
Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Which can be generalized too. Been wondering if that 15 year old author knew exactly how strong those words are.
"Magic is The Simplest Thing"
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"So they never lie?"
"Not quite," admitted Brom. "They maintain that they don't, and in a way it's true, but they have perfected the art of saying one thing and meaning another. You never know exactly what their intent is, or if you have fathomed it correctly. Many times they only reveal part of the truth and withhold the rest. It takes a refined and subtle mind to deal with their culture."
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Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Can be generalized.
"So they never lie?"
"Not quite," admitted Brom. "They maintain that they don't, and in a way it's true, but they have perfected the art of saying one thing and meaning another. You never know exactly what their intent is, or if you have fathomed it correctly. Many times they only reveal part of the truth and withhold the rest. It takes a refined and subtle mind to deal with their culture."
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Eragon by Christopher Paolini
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Can be generalized.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
By The Priest Who Believed in God
"Long ago I despaired of ever loving my neighbour. Certain people... repelled me. "How could I love them?" I thought. It tormented me, Damien; it led me to despair of myself... and from that, very soon, to despair of my God. My faith was shattered..."
Damien Karras looked up at Merrin with interest. "And what happened?" he asked.
"Ah, well... at last I realised that God would never ask of me that which I know to be psychologically impossible; that the love which He asked was in my will and not meant to be felt as an emotion at all. Not at all. He was asking that I act with love, that I do unto others; and that I should do it unto those who repelled me, I believe, was a greater act of love than any other." He shook his head. "I know that all of this must seem very obvious, Damien. I know. But at the time, I could not see it. Strange blindness. How many husbands and wives", he muttered sadly, "must believe they have fallen out of love because their hearts no longer race at the sight of their beloveds! Ah, dear God!"
He shook his head, and then nodded.
"There it lies, I think, Damien... possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very seldom in extraordinary interventions such as here.. this girl... this poor child. No, I see it most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites; the misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Enough of these", Merrin whispered, "and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves... for ourselves..."
"And yet even from this - from evil - will come good. In some way. In some way that we may never understand or ever see." Merrin paused. "Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness", he brooded. "And perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God."
-The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty
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Damien Karras looked up at Merrin with interest. "And what happened?" he asked.
"Ah, well... at last I realised that God would never ask of me that which I know to be psychologically impossible; that the love which He asked was in my will and not meant to be felt as an emotion at all. Not at all. He was asking that I act with love, that I do unto others; and that I should do it unto those who repelled me, I believe, was a greater act of love than any other." He shook his head. "I know that all of this must seem very obvious, Damien. I know. But at the time, I could not see it. Strange blindness. How many husbands and wives", he muttered sadly, "must believe they have fallen out of love because their hearts no longer race at the sight of their beloveds! Ah, dear God!"
He shook his head, and then nodded.
"There it lies, I think, Damien... possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very seldom in extraordinary interventions such as here.. this girl... this poor child. No, I see it most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites; the misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Enough of these", Merrin whispered, "and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves... for ourselves..."
"And yet even from this - from evil - will come good. In some way. In some way that we may never understand or ever see." Merrin paused. "Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness", he brooded. "And perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God."
-The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty
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A passage which can be generalized:
"We have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, and though it is ever dying, it is ever coming back to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives. Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony of how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. The sun sinks to rise again, the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into winter, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over that grave towards which it resolutely hastened from its first hour. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to wither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair"
-The Exorcist by William Peter Blattey
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-The Exorcist by William Peter Blattey
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Friday, February 5, 2010
The Notebook..
(Noah to Allie when she meets him after 14 years of gap, and when she asks him what he remembers the most from the summer they spent together. This is how he describes his “All of it, and nothing in particular”)
“No, it’s not that. It’s not what you’re thinking. I was serious when I said ‘all of it’. I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can’t really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another?Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.”
“Dusk, I realized then, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart?Looking back, I find it ironic that she chose to read the letter at the exact moment that question popped into my head. It is ironic, of course, because I know the answer now. I know what it’s like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.”
Nicolas Spark is a good writer. I never thought any guy would think and write this beautifully over this topic called as “romance” or “love” whatever you call it. The best thing is, he keeps it simple, doesn’t dramatise it and at the same time, it does touch you. Unlike that of female authors; they dramatize a LOT! So much that you throw the book away.
These excerpts are from his novel The Notebook. The real feeling of these lines will be felt when you hear Noah tell his story to his Allie from the start of the book. It does sound uuggh kind, but then it is beautiful the way he writes. Two guys: Nicolas and Paulo. They did manage to make big impact on me after reading their novels. And one female: Ayn Rand.
After reading this book, though I am very happy being single, I did feel if I had someone around me to take care of me too. That is what I never got. And finding such kind of guy is like trying to land on sun. Such guys are only fictions. And such love too.
What I saw in this world, all around me is, they are only selfish. Be till you like, leave when you like. No patience. Take everything, and feel nothing. Wusses. Sad.
Still there is hope for the best. He does exists. Yet to meet. :)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Quotes
These are some lines I liked from some movies.. (Which I watched recently) Very real, hell I just wanted to say is, I could relate to it. Some I felt it and some already had happened. Its my distraction, and self motivation to help me feel better when I'm low. An escapade :)
You've got mail:
People are always telling me that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all has happened.
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it? Or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way round? I really don't want any answer, I just wanna send this cosmic question out in the void. So, good night dear void.
Frank: What about you? Is there someone else?
Cathline: No, no.. But there is the dream of someone else.
Twilight:
Death is peaceful, easy. Life is harder. (I imagine having leukemia)
P.S. I love you:
(Holly's mom, when Holly talks about missing Gerry to her mom and her mom shares for the first time, her hidden emotions.)
Now alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is, If we're all alone then we're all together in that too.
You've got mail:
People are always telling me that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all has happened.
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it? Or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way round? I really don't want any answer, I just wanna send this cosmic question out in the void. So, good night dear void.
Frank: What about you? Is there someone else?
Cathline: No, no.. But there is the dream of someone else.
Twilight:
Death is peaceful, easy. Life is harder. (I imagine having leukemia)
P.S. I love you:
(Holly's mom, when Holly talks about missing Gerry to her mom and her mom shares for the first time, her hidden emotions.)
I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own right? yea I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in a room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense. Just letting everyone know you're with him. You're his.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
A Walk to Remember
First love is real hard to forget if it was real. Feelings that is. Might feel now and then that it was kiddish, but then it had to be intense too, that's why maybe it becomes difficult to forget.. First love is first love. Special. First love need not be defined as "the first person you fell in love with". In my definition, it is when you first truly fell in love with.
I am not a religious kind of person. Not the kind who would read Bible or Bhagwadgita. Spiritual, maybe yes, still have to explore that. But then this one part from Bible moved me, even though I wrote a sarcastic poem on it or make cynic comments; but actually it does mean something in the end.
There may or may not be someone. But I do dream of someone. Someone special. Difficult to forget sometimes yes, but then there is something called as faith. And hope. Sounds eugh kind, but then deep inside, everyone holds on to that; sometimes.
I was reading A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks. A wonderful movie too. Different from book, but holds its essence. I could never understand why it was called "A Walk to Remember", until I read the book. I type my favorite scenes from the book: (It moved me and gave me goosebumps.. Some book!! Felt this after a long time! )
Eastern North Carolina is a beautiful and special part of the country, blessed with temperate weather and, for the most part, wonderful geography. Nowhere is this more evident that Bogue Banks, an island right off the coast, near the place we grew up. Twenty-four miles long and nearly a mile wide, this island is a fluke of nature, running from east to west, hugging the coastline a half mile offshore.
Those who live there can witness spectacular sunrises and sunsets every day of the year, both taking place over the expanse of the mighty Atlantic Ocean.
Jamie was bundled up heavily, standing beside me on the edge of the Iron Streamer Pier as this perfect southern evening descended. I pointed off into the distance and told her to wait. I could see our breaths, two of hers to every one of mine. I had to support Jamie as we stood there- she seemed lighter than the leaves of a tree that had fallen in autumn - but I knew that it would be worth it.
In time the glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light across the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orange and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its holy confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colors reflected off it, waters rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time. The sun continued to lower itself, casting its glow as far as the eye could see, before finally, slowly, vanishing beneath the waves. The moon continued its slow drift upward, shimmering as it turned a thousand different shades of yellow, each paler than the last, before finally becoming the color of the stars.
Jamie watched all this in silence, my arm tight around her, her breathing shallow and weak. As the sky was finally turning to black and the first twinkling lights began to appear in the distant southern sky, I took her in my arms. I gently kissed both her cheeks and then, finally, her lips.
“That”, I said, “is exactly how I feel about you.”
The second favorite part was this one:
“I’m proud of you, son”
I nodded. “I’m proud of you, too, Dad.”
It was the first time I’d ever said those words to him.
My mom was in the front row, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief when the “Wedding March” began. The doors opened and I saw Jamie, seated in her wheelchair, a nurse by her side. With all the strength she had left, Jamie stood shakily as her father supported her. Then Jamie and Hegbert slowly made their way down the aisle, while everyone in the church sat silently in wonder. Halfway down the aisle, Jamie suddenly seemed to tire, and they stopped while she caught her breath. Her eyes closed, and for a moment I didn’t think she could go on. I know that no more than ten of twelve seconds elapsed, but it seemed much longer, and finally she nodded slightly. With that, Jamie and Hegbert started moving again, and I felt my heart surge with pride.
It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make.
In every way, a walk to remember.
The nurse had rolled the wheelchair up front as Jamie and her father made their way toward me. When she finally reached my side, there were gasps of joy and everyone spontaneously began to clap. The nurse rolled the wheelchair into position, and Jamie sat down again, spent. With a smile I lowered myself to my knees so that I would be level with her.
My father did the same.
Hegbert, after kissing Jamie on the cheek, retrieved his bible in order to being the ceremony. All business now, he seemed to have abandoned his role as Jaime’s father to something more distant, where he could keep his emotions in check. Yet I could see him struggling as he stood before us. He perched his glasses on his nose and opened the bible, then looked at Jamie and me. Hegbert towered over us, and I could tell that he hadn’t anticipated our being so much lower. For a moment he stood before us, almost confused, then surprisingly decided to kneel as well Jamie smiled an reached for his free hand, then reached for mine, linking us together.
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And finally the end:
It is now forty years later, and I can still remember everything from that day. I maby be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, I’ve never removed my ring. In all these years I’ve never felt the desire to do so.
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This is what I meant by intense. She didn’t ask him to do anything. Nor did he do it for her. It’s just how they felt. Intense and natural. Love never dies, and it never fades. Love is patient. If it was not, then that was not love at all. Love never gets tired or sick of anything about a person. It’s the beauty of the person and the essence you fell for. You know the person so well that one mess about him/her won’t shake your feelings. That intense. It sure is exciting in the beginning and if you think that was love, then you never were in love. Love is constant. Exponentially grows. Its excitement is not to be compared to the excitement a kid has for a new toy. That excitement fades. And love is always not about excitement.
This can be felt in various ways. A very very strong feeling. A happy one too.
"Love is like the wind. I cannot see it, but feel it"
This does keep my faith alive.
That is how exactly it is. Beautiful and wonderful.
I dedicate the song "Only Hope" to that someone. Lovely song. :)
I am not a religious kind of person. Not the kind who would read Bible or Bhagwadgita. Spiritual, maybe yes, still have to explore that. But then this one part from Bible moved me, even though I wrote a sarcastic poem on it or make cynic comments; but actually it does mean something in the end.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
There may or may not be someone. But I do dream of someone. Someone special. Difficult to forget sometimes yes, but then there is something called as faith. And hope. Sounds eugh kind, but then deep inside, everyone holds on to that; sometimes.
I was reading A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks. A wonderful movie too. Different from book, but holds its essence. I could never understand why it was called "A Walk to Remember", until I read the book. I type my favorite scenes from the book: (It moved me and gave me goosebumps.. Some book!! Felt this after a long time! )
Eastern North Carolina is a beautiful and special part of the country, blessed with temperate weather and, for the most part, wonderful geography. Nowhere is this more evident that Bogue Banks, an island right off the coast, near the place we grew up. Twenty-four miles long and nearly a mile wide, this island is a fluke of nature, running from east to west, hugging the coastline a half mile offshore.
Those who live there can witness spectacular sunrises and sunsets every day of the year, both taking place over the expanse of the mighty Atlantic Ocean.
Jamie was bundled up heavily, standing beside me on the edge of the Iron Streamer Pier as this perfect southern evening descended. I pointed off into the distance and told her to wait. I could see our breaths, two of hers to every one of mine. I had to support Jamie as we stood there- she seemed lighter than the leaves of a tree that had fallen in autumn - but I knew that it would be worth it.
In time the glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light across the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orange and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its holy confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colors reflected off it, waters rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time. The sun continued to lower itself, casting its glow as far as the eye could see, before finally, slowly, vanishing beneath the waves. The moon continued its slow drift upward, shimmering as it turned a thousand different shades of yellow, each paler than the last, before finally becoming the color of the stars.
Jamie watched all this in silence, my arm tight around her, her breathing shallow and weak. As the sky was finally turning to black and the first twinkling lights began to appear in the distant southern sky, I took her in my arms. I gently kissed both her cheeks and then, finally, her lips.
“That”, I said, “is exactly how I feel about you.”
The second favorite part was this one:
“I’m proud of you, son”
I nodded. “I’m proud of you, too, Dad.”
It was the first time I’d ever said those words to him.
My mom was in the front row, dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief when the “Wedding March” began. The doors opened and I saw Jamie, seated in her wheelchair, a nurse by her side. With all the strength she had left, Jamie stood shakily as her father supported her. Then Jamie and Hegbert slowly made their way down the aisle, while everyone in the church sat silently in wonder. Halfway down the aisle, Jamie suddenly seemed to tire, and they stopped while she caught her breath. Her eyes closed, and for a moment I didn’t think she could go on. I know that no more than ten of twelve seconds elapsed, but it seemed much longer, and finally she nodded slightly. With that, Jamie and Hegbert started moving again, and I felt my heart surge with pride.
It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make.
In every way, a walk to remember.
The nurse had rolled the wheelchair up front as Jamie and her father made their way toward me. When she finally reached my side, there were gasps of joy and everyone spontaneously began to clap. The nurse rolled the wheelchair into position, and Jamie sat down again, spent. With a smile I lowered myself to my knees so that I would be level with her.
My father did the same.
Hegbert, after kissing Jamie on the cheek, retrieved his bible in order to being the ceremony. All business now, he seemed to have abandoned his role as Jaime’s father to something more distant, where he could keep his emotions in check. Yet I could see him struggling as he stood before us. He perched his glasses on his nose and opened the bible, then looked at Jamie and me. Hegbert towered over us, and I could tell that he hadn’t anticipated our being so much lower. For a moment he stood before us, almost confused, then surprisingly decided to kneel as well Jamie smiled an reached for his free hand, then reached for mine, linking us together.
…
And finally the end:
It is now forty years later, and I can still remember everything from that day. I maby be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, I’ve never removed my ring. In all these years I’ve never felt the desire to do so.
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This is what I meant by intense. She didn’t ask him to do anything. Nor did he do it for her. It’s just how they felt. Intense and natural. Love never dies, and it never fades. Love is patient. If it was not, then that was not love at all. Love never gets tired or sick of anything about a person. It’s the beauty of the person and the essence you fell for. You know the person so well that one mess about him/her won’t shake your feelings. That intense. It sure is exciting in the beginning and if you think that was love, then you never were in love. Love is constant. Exponentially grows. Its excitement is not to be compared to the excitement a kid has for a new toy. That excitement fades. And love is always not about excitement.
This can be felt in various ways. A very very strong feeling. A happy one too.
"Love is like the wind. I cannot see it, but feel it"
This does keep my faith alive.
That is how exactly it is. Beautiful and wonderful.
I dedicate the song "Only Hope" to that someone. Lovely song. :)
Sunday, June 14, 2009
11 Minutes
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to loose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to loose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.
I've no idea why, but this poem is there in my head since so long. It kept resounding in my head today. A few particular lines of it.This poem had touched me. It was a favorite.Still is.
Its in the novel 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho.
Friday, August 8, 2008
This is BAD!!!
I got to know it from my bro....
One more kind of garfield strips has released (in Feb 2008)!! Named Garfield Minus Garfield! Whaat!!! Oh please!! Thats really bad! Theres no life to the strips without Garfield!! John's life as shown in those strip will be similar to Garfield Lover's life as well!!
Garfield rocks!! Shoot Garfield Minus Garfield!
How did u get to know bout it bro?
One more kind of garfield strips has released (in Feb 2008)!! Named Garfield Minus Garfield! Whaat!!! Oh please!! Thats really bad! Theres no life to the strips without Garfield!! John's life as shown in those strip will be similar to Garfield Lover's life as well!!
Garfield rocks!! Shoot Garfield Minus Garfield!
How did u get to know bout it bro?
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thoughts...
This was said by a departmental guy to us when we went to Lalbagh..
(Mom had asked bout wormi culture or something)
This one was put up on a board in a garden there,
"Listening is doubting
Seeing is believing
Doing is learning."
(Mom had asked bout wormi culture or something)
This one was put up on a board in a garden there,
"Discussion is exchange of knowledgeI forget the third line in that thought. It was good.
Argument is exchange of ignorance...
"
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Rebirth
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
"The man in the suit interrupted their conversation with a call for silence. He told everyone to concentrate on the rose and to empty their minds.
'The thoughts will come back, but try to push them to one side. You have two choices: To control your mind or to let your mind control you. You're already familiar with the latter experience, allowing yourself to be swept away by fears, neuroses, insecurity, for we all have self destruction tendencies.
'Don't confuse madness with a loss of control...
...
...'
'That's how it should be with you; stay mad, but behave like normal person. Run the risk of being different, but learn to do so without attracting attention. Concentrate on this flower and allow the real "I" to reveal itself'
'What is the real "I"' asked Veronica. Perhaps everyone else there knew, but what did it matter: she must learnt to care less bout everyone else.
The man seemed surprised by the itteruption, but he answered her question.
'It's what you are, not what others make of you.' "
A lovely part from "Veronica Decides to Die by Paulo Cohelo"..
It is very close to me. It was and is something I was trying to do since I was finishing my 10th and more prominently when I noticed the different me with different people in Pune. (except for the mad thingy.. I loved those parts! Would love to try and be mad when perfectly normal!)
"The man in the suit interrupted their conversation with a call for silence. He told everyone to concentrate on the rose and to empty their minds.
'The thoughts will come back, but try to push them to one side. You have two choices: To control your mind or to let your mind control you. You're already familiar with the latter experience, allowing yourself to be swept away by fears, neuroses, insecurity, for we all have self destruction tendencies.
'Don't confuse madness with a loss of control...
...
...'
'That's how it should be with you; stay mad, but behave like normal person. Run the risk of being different, but learn to do so without attracting attention. Concentrate on this flower and allow the real "I" to reveal itself'
'What is the real "I"' asked Veronica. Perhaps everyone else there knew, but what did it matter: she must learnt to care less bout everyone else.
The man seemed surprised by the itteruption, but he answered her question.
'It's what you are, not what others make of you.' "
A lovely part from "Veronica Decides to Die by Paulo Cohelo"..
It is very close to me. It was and is something I was trying to do since I was finishing my 10th and more prominently when I noticed the different me with different people in Pune. (except for the mad thingy.. I loved those parts! Would love to try and be mad when perfectly normal!)
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