“At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused, alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.” –Alberto Manguel
Hey.. Peeps.. :) So how many of you
have this question: where the hell I was from past 1 week? Okay without any
dilly dallying I must answer and the answer is: I dunno, I was busy reading some weird
things, listening some alternative music, thinking too much and getting myself
into bad mood.
I’ve read somewhere: “Smile, it's easier than
explaining why you're sad..” and it is true. So I kinda follow
this. For me time has always mattered. I am always in hurry, God know where the
hell I gotta go. Time has always been the most expensive thing to afford, today also.
I kinda struggle to save my time but God knows where the hell I consume it.
Now I think if I’ll have time I’ll do this
and that and finally on weekends when time seems to be in my favour, I get
my own share of things waiting to be done on priority. Weekends –for me are the
days I get after waiting for 5 ½ days. I always hate Mondays, right
from my school days. It reminds me that so many days are there to pass to get a
Rough sketch -by me :)
As a matter of big surprise, there were days
when I hated Sundays. I hated staying at home, hated killing time sitting all
day long. Now I wish I could have 2-3 days and I spend in bed,
reading novels, no internet, no calls, good music, good food, and a couple of
good friends. Think a lot and write a sonnet. Strange thing about pendulum is: it gets back to the start as it swings, without returning back the time.
I donno when life will offer me all this. To
plan a single thing I have to plan so many things I don’t even wanna think
about. Sometimes I can relate myself with this quote by Vin Diesel: You know when something feels so good but you're afraid to feel good
about it? So you kinda hold back? Everyone says, Congratulations, you must be
so happy. And you say something stupid like, I'm just doing what little I can
with what little I have.
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I
In that sweet mood
when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts
to the mind.
-William Wordsworth (Lines Written In Early Spring) So true, I
guess all of us have felt the same at least once. Right? Signing Out, may God
bless.. y’all.. :)