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

Saturday, January 10, 2004
 

Today was my first off-day. It has been pretty much that. Did precious little other than staying in my room and sleeping right through a major part of the late morning and sleeping right through the afternoon. In all, a dull and dreary day. I recalled today that I had propounded an interesting theory about why love at first sight can never succeed in the fullest sense of the term for all practical purposes or something of the sort. It was a carefully built proof which drew stepwise conclusions by deductively considerations and eliminations. Shall post it on the blog when I have recollected it completely and revised the cases thoroughly!

- posted by Dileepan @ 8:17:00 am
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