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, February 05, 2004

I reckon that fiction is potentially most dangerous when it is not easily distinguishable from fact. Let me warn all my readers (if any!) that approximately half of my posts are fictitiously contrived and well interspersed between the factual narrations and it would be a grave blunder to fall prey to the irresistible paparazzi-like temptation to deliberately misconstrue them for facts and to try to evaluate me and my thoughts based on them.

- posted by Dileepan @ 10:40:00 pm

Lampoons:
Post a Comment

Comments via Blogger: