There and back again

I think it would do no justice if I write all that happenned during the short holiday I took. I will just say that it was a journey of life's many, with all the ups and downs.

Now that I am back, I shall continue with my search for the meaning of life.

Taking a Break

Another time has come to take yet another break from the normal humdrum of life. It is dangerous to put one's feet on the road, for one may never know where it will sweep you off. And unwisely, I have put my feet on the path that can lead to the Mirkwood or to the lonely mountain. I bid adieu to you gentle reader. Until we meet again.

Nostalgia - A phenomenon

I had got over any such taste as I might once have had for ornamented and redundant composition, and come to prefer what was plain and homely. And as such, a tide of Nostalgia flushed over the composition of my being, overwhelming the general consciousness of mine. I didn't realized that the past is so heavenly sweet -- and so deadly sad, that to reminisce one incident of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy.

It is said that to the elves memories are like living moments. But to us, mere mortals, it is not so. The memory cannot fulfill the exotic stimulation of the present which so much excites the mind. A reminisces of the past is not like the living visit of the moment, however fresh and vivid one's memory may be.

Yet, to be reminded of the happenings of one's past by the true force of one's memory, one staggers to face the happenings of the time that went by. I remember that time when all hope have left me and I was felled into despair; when I saw the end beyond all doubt. Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonized as in that hour left my lips.

In such incidence, I am glad that we are not elves but simple mortals, for to live the memories again would be agony beyond all misery. But now, I look forward to the future, which to me is an awful blank, something like the world when the deluge was gone by. Yet, a promise lives that all green things will again grow.

Winter's Heart

Let me tell from the start that my regards for the season of winter is not a very nice one. Since I encountered Her at the very beginning of my life, I have always detest the way she manifested herself in the cold blooded way. Still I didn't had the power to tell Her that She is an offence to the senses.

The way she glides along here and there, extending Her icy fingers to catch the unawares, her lithe grace befooling simpletons, making Her way into other people's houses without any invitations, Her crimes are limitless! She may suddenly swoop down an old person and BAM!! The elderly didn't knew what hit him/her.

And the friends that She puts up with, they are despicable. There is this Pneumonia who thinks she is the prettiest of all, and the Common Cold, a sick old bastard who love torturing people, from her neighbourhood. They are the worst. They will strut around together with no care for the others, pulling pranks on some small children, or some old fellow, the list of their crime is endless.

I will be glad when this season who calls Herself Winter would take Her long vaccation. Life was quite and content when she was not around. But she is now for stay for another month or so!! I don't know how I can put up with Her for that long.

May the gods have mercy on those who were touched my the icy fingers of the Winter!

I thank my maker

Once I got sick, not life threatening but seriously ill and much painful. During that time, a friend came to visit me and ask cordially how I am feeling, I told him I am getting better everyday and to keep up the conversation, I asked him how was his day, He said, "I watched three movies today and played many games of TT(table tennis), but I feel bored," he take a look at me and continued, "But you must feel pretty much more bored lying down own your bed all day.

I gave him a surprised look, "Me bored", I exclaimed, "How can I feel boredom when ever breath I take is a fight with death, ever moment is a struggle to keep alive"

He was surprised. And after some moments, he went to play TT again. What I didn't told him is that, in between all the fighting and struggling, I thank my maker, that in the midst of judgement, he has remembered mercy and kept me alive so far.