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, May 05, 2004
 
Murphy's Law

I sermonised to the Godmother today rather grandiloquently: The pleasure of loving lies in waiting! Queerly, it struck me instantly that the pun characterises a double-edged irony which embeds the resistential behaviour of Fate towards love and staunch lovers. Well Pained Lovers, take solace from the fact that it seems to be a no-win situation! Looks like you have been led to the best choice; no Schylla, no Charybdis...

- posted by Dileepan @ 5:36:00 am
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