Saturday, December 31, 2005

A poem by Pablo Neruda. one of the "The poem"s!

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you,
and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel Ray,
stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who Dies,
the only one,
and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you,
Love, in fire and blood.
(translator unknown)

(could've been a sigh!)

People are. words appear. poems? They be, become, bemuse, belittle.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005


Is it a norm for bloggers to blog on blogging? The neophytes must be devoting some amount of their time to think about the philosophy of weblogging. That's why the blog names like "random thoughts.." , "musings of a loafing soul" etc etc, I guess.
Is it indeed a good idea to let people in general, and unknown people, in specific - to peep inside and take a good look at what's going on in your mind (and your life) at a particular time?
Maybe yes, maybe not. lemme find out ;)

with a salute to those who are able to write out their thoughts clearly and make them reach the reader , without sounding to be 'stating the obvious'.

Monday, December 05, 2005


it actually started when I read these lines by Sarah teasedale, and HAD to put them up somewhere. (even if I wasn't gonna give my blog address to more than a countable-on-fingers-of-a-hand # of people) :

"It is not a word spoken
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes,
Nor even a bend of the head

But only a hush of the heart
that has too much to keep
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep."

wonder why do I even _write_?
read an essay of kanhaiyyalaal mishra 'prabhakar'. Says when he was an amatuer writer, he once tore up most of his poems and articles after reading this line:
'kamee nahin kadradaan ki akbar..
kare to koi kamaal paida!'

write something miraculous..then you won't find a dearth of accolades!

of course it's an anagram

The blog title.
also the name in the link.

and Gaea was Mother-Goddess of greek gods. Equivalent to Aditi in Hindu mythology.


me1: let's check out what's happenning in Shweta's life.
me2: you need to go to her livejournal site for that? why not just call up and exchange updates?
me1: never did that unless the sim card was freshly replenished with enough green stuff. (actually not even then. Such "calling up bosom buddies" is done only when one's nearing the validity end of a recharge coupon and is pretty sure that the next coupon will outlast its validity period. (that's the biggest advantage of not having a boyfriend) - and having parents who insist that you give 'em just a 'missed call' and they'll call you back.
me2: yeah well oaaakkay. go and read it then.
me1: (heh heh.) so..she's getting fat, is she? blessings for your weight-loss ambition, shweps. count me in as one of those friends who'd NEVER call you f**.
me2: i'll have to admit that one gets to know so much more from blogs than from telephonic conversations.
me1: (grinning) told you so.
me2: and after careful analysis, I have found out the reason. A blogger writes the blog at the very moment he/she feels like doing it. It's got all the freshness of the feeling. the froth of the expresso. let's go ahead and set up our own blog..once again!
me1: raise a cup to the slackernys. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..on a blogging spree till indolence reigns.. once again.