Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.

Graffiti

When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Wednesday, January 07, 2004
 

I have been really chauvinistic and jingoistic in my views in the last post (which I have removed) and have summarily lambasted the South-Indian Women . I would like to clarify that my views are highly motivated and are dangerous for a sane man if taken at face value. In fact, as all rules do, the above categorical condescension sure has its exceptions. In fact, the exceptions to the rule may turn out to be more than the rule itself. I would like to add that I have my own reasons for my pejorative and belittling remarks - I have been at the receiving end of such shyly adulterous rabid vixens myself - and the piece was merely for some sanctimonious self-gratification - gratification of my tortured soul.

- posted by Dileepan @ 9:02:00 pm
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