Saturday, October 31, 2015

This is where I leave you,
This is when I leave you.
You left me with nowhere to go,
And the only road,
Is the one where you will not be.
Your mind was made,
Yet I had waited
Like a fool chasing after rainbows
Under the grey winter skies.
Now I understand,
Your beginning was my end,
The unseen path
I blindly tread
To another world where you will not be. 


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

How do you measure time?
Sometimes hours become days
And days become hours.
I count each second 
Tick tock time runs away.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Proust and the squid - Maryanne wolf

I was attracted to the title of the book when I bought it. Proust is on my reading list and I was curious what a famous french author and squid had to do with one another. Alas, I'm not sure if I wanna finish this book although the subject matter is interesting. It talks about the invention of language and how the brain was re-wired to acquire reading skills. It's not a book that one can speed read through and I wonder if it's worth spending time on. 

Socrates decried the use of written language and deemed oral culture to be superior to than of a written one. It is also posited in the book that the Greek efficient alphabet system allows its learners to gain linguistic capability at an earlier age and also allows them to create novel thoughts. The reasoning behind this is that a simplified alphabet system taxes the brain less (wolf suggested that oral languages such as that of the Sumeritans/Egyptians require memory and other meta-cognitive strategies for literacy), this explains the outburst of philosophical, theatrical and scientific undertakings during the Classical Greek period. 

21 oct - 25 oct

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Astray-Emma donoghue

I really love the short stories in this book, where fiction and non-fiction mesh so beautifully together. 
But it wasn't love at first sight as I was quite bored at the first story- Man and Boy, which talks about the love between an elephant, Jumbo and his keeper at the London zoo. Jumbo was bought by the infamous PT Barnum but refused to enter his crate to cross the ocean to America. Wasn't too exciting to me as the story was mainly an imaginary covnversation between the keeper and the elephant. 
The book travelled through various periods and in various cities in north America, such as wickenburg in Arizona, Chicago, Yukon, etc. 

I liked the story of a couple (Jane and Henry) who was separated from each other, as the husband had gone first to Quebec to seek work. They conversed through letters and one sensed the bitter sweetness of a long distance relationship and also the tension. One particular passage which I thought was rather amusing was when Jane felt that she needed Henry more than he needed her. Henry similarly felt the same and that Jane was probably enjoying her new found independence, away from him. Both did not realize just how miserable the other was and both felt a sense of resentment towards each other when they thought such thoughts. 

When Jane finally managed to reach Canada soil after an arduous journey at sea, her husband contracted cholera right before he was to meet her at the dock. When he was hospitalized, all he could think about was what her reactions would be when she didn't see him. How she and the two children were going to survive on foreign land with no skills.
 She didn't know the reason for her husband's no show and only learnt of his death 3 months later. She married someone else within a year of his death. And I think it is mostly out of a need to survive rather than love. Rather sad story. 

The story "snowblind" was also pretty good. It talks about the Yukon goldfields and the miners. It is pretty much a game of roulette for these miners as one has to pick a random spot and start panning for gold. When one is out of luck, all the hard work and money would be for naught. The story tells of two men mining together through the winter, when they suffered from scurvy, the cold, etc. Alas, when spring came they realized all their efforts had been wasted and that they couldn't repay the loan to the storeowner who had given them the equipment on credit. One of the partners eventually gave up on gold mining and took on a job at the store. 

What Remains was also rather sad. It talks about two female famous sculptors who had lived together almost all their lives and who self-admitted themselves into a nursing home after they fell ill in their eighties. Frances the fiesty one suffered from dementia and couldn't remember Florence; this broke Florence's heart. The story talked about their youth and also of Frances' best work -a sculpted lion at the entrance of Queen Elizabeth way in Toronto. One day at the nursing home, Florence noticed Frances sculpting an imaginary lion and decided to bring her to see her original masterpiece. They finally managed to get permission to leave the home and also found someone who was willing to bring them. Upon reaching queen e way, Florence excitedly called out to Frances to look at the majestic stone lion. But Frances remained quiet and only stared at her lap. It was only then that Florence realized that Frances had gone blind and she had not even noticed that. Devastating. 
The afternote said that Florence later developed dementia too and the two close friends died within 3 weeks of each other in 1968. 
Beautiful but sad story. 

16 oct - 20 oct

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

A second is worth a dime 
You are wasting my precious time
All your fancy lies 
over my muffled cries.

It was a lonesome road 
The one you led me on. 
Your fortified heart lies beyond the moat
A place that I can never go.

April rushes in the fools
I turned around and the joke was on me.
The summer days were long and cruel,
And with you I am all that I cannot be.





Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Ocean at the end of the lane-Neil Gailman

10 oct- 11 oct 

I thought I quite liked the story but it got a bit creepy in the middle. I also thought I was losing my memory when I couldn't recall the protagonist's name. Alas, I realized it wasn't mentioned throughout the entire book. 

Things started becoming weird for the protagonist, a 7-year old boy, when his family car was stolen and their tenant was found dead (carbon monoxide poisoning) in the car. The protagonist wandered into the Hempstock's farm one day when he found a coin lodged inside his throat and met with the three women (one had been 11 years old for a very long time) who lived there. It was there that they told him something wicked had been stirring trouble in the town by giving people what they wanted (which in this case it seemed was money, the root of all evil). Lettie Hempstock the 11 year old girl then brought the protagonist with her to set a boundary for the evil one, so as to protect the town. They failed to keep evil away as it had lodged itself inside the foot of the protagonist. A beautiful housekeeper appeared at his home one day and started to wreck havoc by seducing his father and sister. It was the evil one in disguise and she was out to get the boy as he was her link to home.

To cut the story short, all were resolved except that Lettie fell into a deep sleep after saving the boy from the varmints who wanted the boy's heart. The boy came back to visit the Hempstocks over the years but he never could remember what happened due to Lettie's grandma's snipping and stitching of his memories. He was made to come back to the farm just so Lettie could know he was worth her sacrifice. However, whenever he left the farm, he would only recall that Lettie had left the farm for Australia.

I liked the protagonist's character, an avid book-reader who found solace in stories rather than reality and who also found courage through his friendship with Lettie. 



Sunday, October 11, 2015

Maybe someday you will understand 
All the words that I can't say
Sometimes I wish that you could read my mind
Coz with you I'll have nothing to hide.

If you could see my heart 
You will know for sure
That this love is true
As true as the night that will surely turn to day.

Perhaps tomorrow your heart will change 
And you will find another to love
And I know I will wander then
Back to the dusty roads I have always known.

The winding country roads,
Are long and lonely 
But I have the memories of you 
And the tunes from this old harp
And I know I will be lonely no more.





Friday, October 9, 2015

The cicadas chirp
Breaking the silence 
A cabin by the river 
A small light litted
An old man by the window 
Looking forlorn
He stares at a faded picture
Holds it close to his heart 
And he weeps.
Sorrows, they fill every space in his heart.
Sorrows, they fill the empty rooms.
Sorrows. 

Sometimes he wanders through the woods
Loses his way
And then he remembers her
She will lead him home
As always, as before, 
His never failing guiding light.

The dusk settles slowly into night 
The faded photograph catches the dimming light,
He remembers every moment,
Every smile, every tear, every word.
The days seem longer 
The nights ever more so.
He imagines her in the room
Dancing softly across the moonlit floor,
He follows her in her footsteps
One two one two three
The rhythm of their feet
One two one two
The rhythm of their hearts. 

Shadows on the wall
Once there were two
But now there is only one.
She asked him for a song 
When the nights seemed long 
And he would play her a song or two
The familiar old tunes,
They could hum together. 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Chicken soup for the soul-count your blessings

5 oct 2015 - 9 oct 2015

I used to love reading chicken soup when I was younger. Then I kinda grew out of it. Book was given to me by cousin and I think it is a good reminder to take stock and count our blessings. Honestly, there are so many things we are to be grateful for. Clean water, public transport, air conditioning, shelter over our heads, peace, harmony. 
Almost all our basic needs are taken care of and we are natural disasters free, free as well from political unrest, etc. All these allow us to pursue other things in life, the topmost things on Maslow's hierarchy. Yet it is funny that despite all the comforts that we have, a lot of us face depression, a sense of emptiness and loneliness. From the book, I get a sense that we need to give thanks constantly to God even in our darkest hours, believing always that he will never test us beyond our limits. This is how we derive a sense of peace. 


Friday, October 2, 2015

Epictetus

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