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

Tuesday, December 28, 2004
 
In the Hour of Need

The fisherman and the milkman that you will never again see during your morning jog by the beach, for they have lost their homes...

The toddler in the slums that will no longer let out heart rending bellows, for he realises that his mother will not show up to comfort him...

The urchin that will not get himself involved in roadside brawls any more, for he knows his partner will not show up tomorrow...

The nursing mother that will no more curse her unfed infant, for it has been washed away...

They need your help. A token amount from you might mean survival through the most difficult week for them. Contribute to the Tsunami Relief campaigns.

http://www.aidindia.org/CMS/

- posted by Dileepan @ 6:29:00 pm
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