Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Ode to Mayur! (This, however, can take a twist from the Symmetry of ODE)

Enthralling, exciting,exhilarating ;-)wait a minute..........I need reinforcements for my word brigade when I take on this task of describing Atticus Finch's writing prowess.

Oh,of late, I hate to let my eyes dance on paper platforms and hence dont know much of whats happening in the literary world. I myself write a poem or two in a handbill or paper and then let them float down the alley................but here I have a gem, a genius, who knows writing as much as he knows breathing.........who can clothe a pedestrian incident that happens at every bylane, nook and cranny, in a kingly attire!

That curly hair,eyes that protrude a bit more.........made so on account of prolonged hours of excercise at the Knowledge gyms called books, I presume and a stature that befits captions like INFO BEHEMOTH (recollections from my ancient days-I haven't met him in recent years, though I was privileged to get a call from him)

Just lagging behind Shakespeare-in pressing the lexicon into service, he writes, sans immitation, on the real time happenings,to that extent of making the reader long for "If only I were there" situation.

He whips me, into a frenzy, everytime I read his blogs. The art stretches...his POETREE is big enough to nestle all literary birds!There are fruits in the form of HAIKU and then the evergreen TAMIL leaves to provide that cool breezy shade in the hot summer of fast-flourishing alien languages!

What can I do but stand in a wonderstruck pose, when I think and imagine this thinking and "inking" machine called MAYURATHAN

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Sometimes a greater ambition dissuades me from pursuing my desire. Now I wanna overcome my desires.Coz my focus has taken a pole shift from overcoming situations to overcoming desires. There is peace and I just keep a constant vigil over the enemy from within. Let me find if I really need something and what will I do if I had it. I want peace above all
-Am philosophical
Life is a labyrinthine getaway. You seldom get to know what the real you are until u come to the light at the end of it all. Until then keep moving and shrug off things that are not yours and that can't stick on to you.

Am Philosophical