Words have immense power. Sometimes in the heat of the movement you say stuff that you actually didnt mean but like an arrow shot from the bow you cannot take back you words. I realised this fact the hard way yesterday. I felt really bad. All couldnt sleep all night. The incident kept on replaying in my head. Now i feel like a coward because i dont have the courage to apologise to my friend. What should i do? What is the right thing to do?
A pic from last night celebrations. Deepawali is the festival of lights in India. Hindus celebrate by lighting candles and decorating their homes with lights. The day is deep rooted in hindu belief. It is the day when prince Ram returned Ayodhya after defeating the evil lord Ravan to rescue his devoted wife-Sita
I woke up pretty late today; it was almost noon when i opened my eyes. So it is no surprise that sleep is eluding me now. I have my laptop in front of me with my text editor open but i am unable to write anything. I just keep losing myself in the music thats playing on my phone. I have plugged the earphones into my cellphone and a playlist with pink floyd songs is in loop. These songs are so hypnotic. Everytime i close my eyes i am being transported to this far off land, where everything is new but still feels like i have known it all my life; as if i’ve been waiting for it and i think that is the mark of great music-its timeless, its surreal. It feels fresh everytime you hear it. Music truly is magic. It has the power to move mountains, to overwhelm souls, to change hearts and most of all it has the power to make all of us smile. I hope you all experience what i am experiencing now-catching a glimple of heaven through the eyes of the heart, a moment of pure joy. Good night
Yesterday I was informed that one of my friends had succumbed to cancer. The news was not shocking, we all had been dreading his inevitable end but we were not prepared for the pain the news accompanied. I, for example, am not the guy one would describe as emotional but when I heard the tragic news I locked myself in a room and cried hysterically for an hour. Witnessing the death of old people is one thing; they die after they have lived their life to the fullest, they make peace with death but for my friend to die at the age of 20 doesn’t seem fair to me. He had to endure a very painful life, battling cancer for more that 4 years. He was operated upon numerous times. One of his hands was reduced to nothing but skin stretched over mere bones, devoid of any muscle at all. Many said his death was the only peaceful thing he achieved lately but those who knew him will know he wanted to live. Even though cancer had destroyed his body his heart and mind were as safe and sound as the day he was born. After knowing his terminal illness his zeal to enjoy life increased tremendously. Never I found him sulking about life not being fair to him in our three years of friendship. Always jovial, the most comic character among us, the one to crack jokes and make everyone happy; that is how the world will remember my friend. I was furious at myself for not being at his bedside when he breathed his last. I was not even able to bid him farewell. As a man of words I consider this piece of writing as the most befitting way of saying goodbye. May his soul rest in peace. If anyone ever reads this I ask of you to pray for my departed friend.
I don’t understand why Jules Verne’s Around the world in 80 days is considered a classic adventure novel; hailed as one of his finest contribution to the world of literature. But on the other hand The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown, although an international best-seller and a publishing phenomenon, is panned by critics worldwide?