Edmond Dantes: I don't believe in God.
Abbe Faria: It doesn't matter. He believes in you.


The Count of Monte Cristo

Being Me

I loved Rita.Yes I mean not just the movie, but her character as well . A simple movie , and such a real story. She could have been anyone....you .. or me.

It brings you to so many realities.That sometimes people who show you the way, your mentors ,turn out to be the very reason for your misery.

That after a point its not love that counts, its about living with self-respect.

And sometimes your own thoughts and actions enslave you.

In a nutshell , Life is all about being free .... being Me!

Pretence

I guess Im just pretentious. I haven't been updating my blog , or my flickr album. how can I ? when I haven't been giving it much time . Writing or photography... or any of the artistic skills I claim to have.

Its time to make a resolve. Maybe sharing your thoughts isn't so bad after all.


I read something nice. Seems to make sense.

"You can't escape roots
in search of an identity"

happy holi!

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The climber

This tree and and the climber in my back yard.



Learning to live together and thus grow and evolve is the biggest lesson to learn.

the garland maker

The precincts of the temple

Under the shade of the tree

I glance upon orange flowers

Between silver threads plaited neatly

With betel stained teeth she smiles at me

And offers the garland to show me

The whiff of the flowers rings in my head

The petals are soft and so delicate

The moment holds me still

Until I descry

That I almost missed her coarse hands

The callused toes and the ill guise

With the polythene bag as her carpet

And a scissor her only device

She cuts the thread thriftily

To hold it between her toes

With the other hand by precision

She knots the flowers in rows

It’s in that instant

I realize that

The story of the garland

Lies unfinished ……

If the garland makers role

Is diminished