“… And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them: better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else’s hate, or love, or indifference. And I buried them, too many of those men, and grieved their stories and their lives into my own.”
– Shantaram
This is how it feels – to be in Hyderabad!
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| From Nature |
fragile and surrounded by the unseen….and we go along…spinning the web of life…
At times, we are happy about the way life goes…happy in the web we’ve spun around us…
At times, life freaks us out and we run around like crazy….only to realize we are stuck in our own web….
At times, we leave the web and venture out on a solid wall…. to realize there’s much happening beyond our boudaries… we might find another web – just like us, we might find others, willing or unwilling to talk to us…. to invite us in….
At times, we find our friends vanish overnight… did they really care all the while? or was that your assumption? You may wonder and never know the truth….
At times, we find that with one sudden, clean swipe the world around us is shattered and gone forever…
At times, we find that we can create a new web all over again…
until…. the end of our web brings our life to an end ….
It is a bright sunny morning. I am in Chennai for a long weekend – been here since Thursday. As always, days are flying by – not just when I am in Chennai. Its has been this way ever since I moved to Hyderabad.
In the past week, I’ve heard about deaths and sicknesses – am not talking about the newspapers- and now I cant help but wonder what would it be like – when I die
I hope death doesn’t take away my near and dear ones – all too soon before I reach a certain stage in life. For al the detachment, there are things for which I want them to be around.
Am sure people would say the nice things. Death – in its own way – makes people think of the nice things. If only that could happen when the person is living!!
I still wonder what people would say when I die. There are a lot of things I can guess – given the fact that I have plenty of opportunities to get feedback. But then does it really matter? It doesn’t. Even in life, am not a person who would labor over each comment. So, why am I writing this? It was a thought and I guess I was in a writing mood.
[truth is, I need some silence. Something got messed up and I don’t want to be showing my anger and annoyance on those around me. A notebook and papers in hand makes everyone leave me alone. So here I am, in my own home, pretending as if am working on something official while all am doing is, pouring my thoughts]