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

Thursday, January 22, 2004

I have not been writing my blog for quite a few days. That was because I was diverting all my energies to the composition of mails to Professors requesting them for a Research Assistantship. By the way, I don't think I have told you: I have been offered admission by the Ohio State University. I am delighted. My delight was partly because I was quite certain about a reject. None of my friends or fellow student have made it and so it was quite certain that I too receive a reject. The past few days have seen some serendipitous windfalls and I hope it gathers enough to cause an avalanche!

- posted by Dileepan @ 1:38:00 am

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