Earth and Water

You tell me we can stop the rain,
You tell me that we all can change,
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away.....

And I know, of the pain, that you feel the same as me,
And I dream, of the rain, as it falls upon the leaves.,
And the cracks, in the ground, like the cracks are in our lives,
They are sealed, and are now, far away......

Why is it that rain is only fun when it drums violently on a metal rooftop?








Also, I find, not for the first time, that rains are good times for contemplation, colds, soup, and heavy metal.

:)

Content

A bunch of Cory Doctorow's amazing essays on DRM, electronic texts, and piracy are amazingly insightful. Obviously, like his other books, licensed under the Creative Commons license, and available freely online on his site here. This is one of the best texts I've read on this stuff for a while.

Thoughts in the Night

As you go upon the trail, the vistas become less and less familiar. You leave the cozy cottages and the inns behind, and go into the dark and bleak wilderness, and terrors await you, lurking and unknown. Some of your comrades fall, some prove treacherous, and others part ways, while you go along the road less travelled. A part of the heart longs to be back, on the rug, beside the fireplace, safe and warm, and another part says that the sword can never gain a true edge unless it endures the heat of the furnace.


Exhausted, you sleep as well as you can, on a bed as soft as you can make it, and wonder how far your journey will take you, and what you shall encounter further. You think in grief about all that has passed, and find a kind of catharsis in resolving to forget it all. The resolve does not hold long, however, and you drift off to sleep, looking long and hard at the shoulder and belt of the hunters in the sky. You wonder what beings could there be on those worlds, and what their joys and sorrows would be like. You ponder upon how little a speck in the immense world you represent, and how little it would mean if you suddenly vanished off the face of this world.

The oblivion, when it comes, is welcome, for thoughts can go on forever and always, and try to span the universe, which, unfortunately, cannot be spanned.

:)

Faust

I have not had the time or the patience to go through the entire of The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus, by Kit Marlowe, but some parts of it are very soul-searching. Specially when Mephistopheles (spellings vary), himself a devil, tries to dissuade Faustus from striking a pact with Lucifer.

Faustus : Where are you damn'd?

Mephistopheles : In hell.

Faustus : How comes it, then, that thou art out of hell?

Mephistopheles : Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it:
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joys of heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells,
In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?

Makes one think a lot about whether you yearn more for something you want to have, or something that you have lost.

The Tide Runneth Me Over

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;

"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"

Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,

Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.

Sometimes, I think I would pay to have my memories wiped as well.  The movie [Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind] was a bit tedious though.    :)

Depression?

from Good Omens by Neil Gaiman...............

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

And if you want to imagine the future, imagine a boot… no, imagine a sneaker, laces trailing, kicking a pebble; imagine a stick, to poke at interesting things, and throw for a dog that may or may not decide to retrieve it; imagine a tuneless whistle, pounding some luckless popular tune into insensibility; imagine a figure, half angel, half devil, all human…

Slouching hopefully towards Tadfield…

…forever.

H'm.

Farewell

It is 13th December, 2008. As shafts of sunlight stream through my east-facing window, I am clearing up my room, while Anand sits at my computer humming a tune about stars fading into the night. Half heartedly, I tell him to shut up, and get on with my packing.

It is 8th August, 2005. I sleep fitfully in my new room at BITS, with expectations and fears of what college might bring. Everything here seems strange, new, and weird in some way. Early into the morn, I wake up, and gaze at the luminous dial of my digital watch. It reads 5:01 A.M. I generally do not voluntarily wake up this early, but I cannot seem to go back to sleep. Thoughts keep rushing around like eddies in a whirlpool, and try as I might, I cannot stop thinking what this new microcosm willl mean to me .

14th December, 2008. I sleep with a heavy heart and the realization that this is probably my last day as a student at this campus, though I will be a student for the next six months, and an alumnus thereafter. I go over all the things that the last three and a half years have done to me in this place, and the result brings a wistful grin, and the realization that I have no regrets. I sleep peacefully. In a cliched world, I would wake up to the same numbers on the same watch, but I have packed it away ages earlier. As it happens, when I wake up, it is around 5 AM according to my mobile.

15th December, 2008. We say our goodbyes to friends and teachers, try to laugh it off, but with a kind of foreboding underneath. Talking in sombre tones deep into the night, we walk to our hostels. I leave my college at 6 AM in the morning, and say one last farewell to friends at the campus. 

It is 17th December 2008. I am back home, and a couple of relatives having dropped in helps to focus my thoughts somewhere else. When they are gone, I unpack, and memories come flooding back. When I put on the music, I am hard pressed to select a tune. Only for a while, though. Remembering, with a sigh and a smile, I play the song by Oasis on the soundtrack of The Butterfly Effect, and it makes a whole lot of sense.

Cause all of the stars,

Are fading away

Just try not to worry,

You'll see them some day.

Take what you need,

And be on your way,

And stop crying your heart out...

Mot juste, I'd say.