Simplicity

Evenfall

We sat by our lake,

Sumedha and I,

letting go thoughts 

in ripples rapidly moving away from us

towards the Sunset.

Five lines I'm immensely proud of. Because they taught me that I can capture a moment into words, without providing context or explanation or detail. And I wouldn't lose anything of value; it would, in fact, be much more powerful this way.

Here's what it originally was:

(I wouldn't call this first draft. A zeroth draft perhaps, a scrawl of what I wished to put into them poem.) 

Lake:
We found a lil' lake in our campus, Sumedha and I,
we walked around and inspected its (boundaries?) 
The water was greenish but clear
then sat down at its banks,
legs dangling into the water.


We softly splashed the waters,
In the silence letting go thoughts
and creating ripples moving away from us
creating thoughts and ripples 
rapidly moving away from us.


I concentrated(?) on one ripple
The lake was still
It was I that was 
moving away
somewhere serene and peaceful.


(when we headed back) to our hostel,
my companion smiled--
this shall be our secret.
Yes, I replied, this shall be our lake.

God is orthodox. Proof.

Okay. Here's the deal. US Open 2010. Semifinals on Sat. Rafa defeated Youzhny, no probs at all, and then Novak Djokovic fought 3 hrs, 44 mins to upset The Federer. Finals scheduled for Sunday--fresh Rafa vs tired Djoko. And it rained.

“You are lucky!  Seriously lucky!”

-- Nadia Petrova, to Djokovic in the locker room, once the match was postponed.

“Another day in New York,"

--The Djoker, grinning.

“For sure, it’s fairer like this. I think it’s better for both of us to have a day of rest.”

-- Rafa being Rafa.

“Obviously, Rafa would have preferred to play today, and Novak was praying for rain, so I suppose what I take out of things is that God is Orthodox.  He’s been listening to Novak.”

-- Benito Perez Barbadillo, Rafa and Novak's publicist.

What else can I say, except that the whole thing had me chuckling like a girl possessed?

Climb every mountain

Begun on 31st Aug, 2010
I have been watching The Sound Of Music. Tis a very cheerful, dear little movie, never fails to make me smile, no matter how many times I watch it. Only, this time, I registered the song 'Climb Every Mountain'.

The movie, despite all its optimism, has an open ending-- Yes, they have escaped the Nazis. This time. How shall they fare, climbing that mountain? Will they reach Switzerland? What happens, once they reach that country? Do keep in mind that there's a war going on. Today, I heard the answer: Climb Every Mountain.

You see, there are but few certainties in life. You do not know how you'll fare, once you cross said mountain. Hell, you do not know whether you shall cross it. But... you can not stay this side of the mountain forever, for fear of the other. No, all you can do is prepare yourself as best as you can, and forge ahead.

Everyday of your life, for as long as you live

Climb every mountain, ford every stream

Follow every rainbow, till you find your dream

A dream that will need, all the love you can give

Everyday of your life, for as long as you live

Climb every mountain, ford every stream

Follow every rainbow, till you find your... dream...

All we need is trust, that one day, we shall find our dream; that dream that will need all the love we can give.

I would continue, but I fear I can not find words better than the song. Read it again, this darling song, and again, and... you'll find something precious in those words. 

I did.

Sounds Of Rain

It rained, early this evening; we were all in Jagruti's room, and the wind blew a fine spray into the room. #delighted smile#


written in April 2010 

Sounds Of Rain

Uninvited, a gust of wind wanders into my room, 

sending my chimes tinkling in Raga Malhar.

*According to the legend, Raga Malhar is so powerful that it begins to rain when sung.

Ode to Joy. Still?

Oh, I spoiled my exam quite nicely. Not the 'I did not prepare well, ob. I did bad.' No, I did not keep my 'calm' wile I wrote the exam, what I should have done with relative ease, I didn't.

I feel a sharp regret, when I am reminded of this, but, well... it ain't all-consuming, and... and again, the notes of Ode to Joy swell 'round me.

Ode to joy

Tis Jagruti's and Shiksha's birthday, today, and they are both so very dear to me.
Jiji finally got her visa.
The notes of Beethoven's Ode to joy swell in the background.

And amid the monotony and frustration of preparing for tomorrow's (how ridiculous it is, that their birthdays are today, and the exam is tomorrow) exam, amid fears that, perhaps, I shall spoil the exam, a sharp feeling arises inside me, valiantly pushing away the dullness, the doubt. It whispers that I can do well tomorrow, that I will.

For now, me needs to go back to me books. #smile#