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p.p.p.s. but what a site !
facebook beckons, but knowing that facebook is moving in the direction of loading its pages with adwords.. and that there is a possibility that some guy can definitely read everything i put up there (regardless of what permissions i set), is just a little scary.
orkut doesn’t have as much detail, but could already be there.
very scary.
as of 2 days ago, it has been a year since i came to the USA.
it isn’t the first time i’ve been away from home… or even the first for going abroad. in some ways, i was pretty sure that life was going to be a tad similar to the bachelor’s life i’ve been leading for the last two years.
it has been anything but.
so many things have happened over the last one year, and in so many ways, i could also say so many things that i have seen before have happened. i would prefer to focus on the novel, which may not be so very novel after all. some of my famed cynicism has been sadly lost, or maybe so much of my cynicism has been laid dormant. life is not an endless litany of frustration anymore, or even a constant quest ‘to solve the problem of these long winter evenings’.
cynically speaking, i know that i don’t really have the subject matter here to reminisce about.. those posts are getting a little bit predictable from me. the whole description of all the fun i’ve had, the people i’ve met, random mentions of incidents that make one smile.. and conclude on the happy note.
i’d rather leave with a thought: its been the first of many more to come.
i’m getting more and more attracted towards getting a facebook account. it seems to have some awesome concepts backing it up, and some great ideas for keeping people interacting and connecting.
more interestingly, all the cool kids seem to hang out there.
somebody stop me.
‘Romeo O Romeo…’ formed the beginning of one of the most eloquent passages in English literature. Sadly, the world would never know his own thoughts. She was after all the reason this had happened to him. The rapidly spreading splotch of blood, the weak knees, the dizziness, the fact that he was lolling on the floor… that he was near death.
All he had to do was tell her. And she wasn’t here. Classic clichés never fail you when you need them the most. Or even when you don’t need them. Desperation. He had been willing to go the rest of his life without her ever appearing in his sight. And now he needed to see her. One last time. Words, thoughts, emotions, his mind - they would finally have the outlet he needed. The solution was pointless now, but could have been so much more. Everything could have been so much more.
Most men would have called him crazy. Too predictable. There was no reason for anyone to think this way, to have pushed themselves to the point he had. His breath quickened. He didn’t have much time left. Lolling on the floor, awaiting the inevitable, the only thought he had was her. Her hair, raven black, cascading down. It caught your eye, and even before you can follow it, her eyes would glance at you. Twinkling, gleaming, a deep black hole with a winking light in the distance… holding the expression of one who knew how much fun it would be to knock you off your guard right then. She had smiled at him even then, the first time; a smile that revealed far more than she knew. It had never been too wide, nor just the barest of upturning of the corners of the lips… it had been perfect. Like so much else about her. The dancing earrings, the slender neck… a twinge, a heartbeat skipped.
Yonder in the haze that was settling over his eyes, he could see her. She was coming towards him: small smile, raven hair, dazzling eyes and all. He wanted to reach out… pushing himself off the wall, reaching out, stretching… stretching… and falling flat on his face. He tried to roll back up, and only managed to get half way when her eyes arrested him again… but soulless, depthless… the twinkle lost in the dark depths.
All he wanted to say was her name. Time was running out. He opened his mouth….
why is it some people don’t talk when they should ? can almost be said to be afraid of talking ? baring one’s soul isn’t the easiest thing in the world, but oh-so-often it is the simplest way to solving everything. the fact is that appearing vulnerable is not a sin, and 99% of the time it is the quickest route to getting your point across.
ironically, these people never listen either.
then, of course, you have those who won’t stop talking… even if they should have at the age of three.
