Macchars don’t wear sweaters

Posted on: November 20, 2008

he who has love abundant,
finds peace in solitude,
but he who is abandoned,
burns every minute in isolation,

he who has the world at his disposal,
never does need to step out the door,
but the prisoner,
gazes at the greens beyond the bars with a yearning unspoken,

he who has the illusion of the immortal,
drinks in living,
he who knows he shall be extinguished,
is crippled anticipating the oncoming end.

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Delusion pertains to extinction ,not eternity

From Ebert;s blog

Question:Why in the hell have you not written an autobiography yet? With all the little details about your life from this blog and your reviews and probably write the damn thing in an afternoon. Please, please, please, write it!

I’m glad that you maintain a positive outlook through all this. It’s a miracle what you have gone through and managed to come out of. I wish I could write with your level of self reflection and energy, but alas, I am only 20, and there are so many things I have yet to experience.

And the videos at the bottom are priceless πŸ™‚

Ebert: Some of the entries are sort of notes for a memoir. “Only 20?” Yes, but you have experienced what you have experienced, and will not be able to write about it the same way at 40
Why in the hell have you not written an autobiography yet? With all the little details about your life from this blog and your reviews and probably write the damn thing in an afternoon. Please, please, please, write it!

I’m glad that you maintain a positive outlook through all this. It’s a miracle what you have gone through and managed to come out of. I wish I could write with your level of self reflection and energy, but alas, I am only 20, and there are so many things I have yet to experience.

And the videos at the bottom are priceless πŸ™‚

Ebert: Some of the entries are sort of notes for a memoir. “Only 20?” Yes, but you have experienced what you have experienced, and will not be able to write about it the same way at 40
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now this i like… πŸ™‚
wat’s wid the wispy theme on ur blog?

“To illustrate, when a caged bird sings, the many birds flying in the sky all gather around it at once; seeing this, the bird in the cage strives to get out. “

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Emily Dickinson

I really like this. good work.

Some random musing by the random you!

Excellent!

like the theme.. and loved the last verse πŸ™‚

i am thinking this is Punjab you are talking about! aaaja dilli πŸ˜€

Ivory Tower. Typically Capricornian, isn’t it, my friend?

πŸ™‚

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