Chimerical echoes

Phenomenal Woman Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal

Hostilities She folds her pleats And tucks them in With a million pins to hold them still Pulling down a pleat she covers her breast She then pins it up and conceals the rest! With her armor in place She is ready for her WAR In the streets of the city Where she battles it all Dressing up has always been labeled as a woman’s thing. Everyday millions of women dress up. It is a self-imposed part of their daily ritual. Women dress not for fashion, or to boost their self-image, seriously they dress themselves for WAR! Yes, Women today have to fight this war everyday in one way or the other. She wears her saree with a million pins… basically to cover her up so that she does not give an undue advantage to a loafer. Its just not just the saree, women of today wear any dress they pick with precaution. Girls wearing their salwars with their duppatta pinned on both sides. It’s a very common sight. But does the so called society even care that these women go through torture everyday in the city’s

It’s been quite a long time since I posted something which I wrote. It seems as if I have some sort of block which I can’t seem to get past! But I have decided the only way to get over this is to sidetrack this block and enjoy life on a different note. I read these comic strips this morning and it seemed to greatly cheer up my spirits. So I think its fun to follow this LoGiC for a change!

Society, my dear, is like salt water, good to swim in but hard to swallow. Arthur Stringer

When to the session of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death¹s dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish¹d sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. William Shakespeare

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud,chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neit

Untimely events shape the outcome of many circumstances. These events can alter the setting of any entity. The constant splatter of raindrops seemed as an intruder in the otherwise quite graveyard. The shower seemed to challenge the stillness of the graveyard with its thunder and lighting. These events however made no difference to the lone man standing by the freshly marked grave. The grave served as nothing more than a door unlocking the innocent dreams of the past.......... The shrieks of joy served to create an electrifying atmosphere in the playground. This joyous kingdom of innocence is probably the only place where celebration of life never ceased. Waqar trudged along the muddy path towards the playground. Following him Aaliya walked hurriedly to keep pace with him. On reaching the playground Waqar searched for his closest buddy, Padma. Padma on seeing them, rushed to join her buddies. The trio basically inseparable joined the other children in the game of hide and seek. A bolt

I know a great number of people who have stood by me, believe in me and have really loved me. I would really say that I have been blessed that I have them. This lucky star which hovers above me however is not present always and hence I also have had my share of bad experiences… but I would like to mention about a few who have really made a difference to me in my life….(that is if they read this because all of them think I ramble a lot of senseless things) I know many would have guessed the whole lot by now…… There have been so many joyful times which I cant even start to tell because the space would just not be enough….. I mean be it college life, bunking classes, movies, trips or whatever every situation made a great deal of difference to me. I can very honestly say that there is not a single experience that I can name without an instance where we guys goofed up and yet miraculously managed to save our face…… All has not been a joyride and there are many whom I miss today…. Situations

This title quote by Thomas A. Edison is what I would say is the right mantra for life. Reviewing what I write on this blog....I find many times my writing seems very negative and abstract. I am posting this to remind myself (as well as anyone else) that there is always hope no matter how many times we hit failure in life ............. Socrates was called, "An immoral corrupter of youth." Beethoven handled the violin awkwardly and preferred playing his own compositions instead of improving his technique. His teacher called him hopeless as a composer. Walt Disney was fired by a newspaper editor for lack of ideas. Walt Disney also went bankrupt several times before he built Disneyland. Thomas Edison's teachers said he was too stupid to learn anything. Albert Einstein did not speak until he was four years old and didn't read until he was seven. His teacher described him as "mentally slow, unsociable and adrift forever in his foolish dreams." He was expelled and

For all movie buffs this statement is no stranger…….. And for those of you who are not it’s the tagline of the movie “The Shawshank Redemption.” The movie is among the best I have ever watched and actually something which keeps popping up hours after its credits roll up….. Moreover the movie speaks of an ideology which is very simple yet powerful…. Many of us fail to see or realize that we are captives of our own fears; we often search for things which are not there. We as humans always tend to look up those things and maybe unconsciously we do look up fear the same way and imagine or seek to find things which are actually not there. I mean who amongst us sees things for what they really are; but we do go looking for things which are not there. Hmmm there is actually no immediate remedy present for this but all we can do is simply hope we grow out of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience. George Bernard Shaw

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last. We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away: It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. Percy Bysshe Shelley ------------------------------------------------------------ A significant thought of an aspect which is part and parcel of our lives............

The whiny little kid and his stuffed animal are according to me the only effective remedy to depression, sadness or any thing on the negative side…….. No matter what sad mood I am in they always crack me up. Not just that they put forth so many ways of looking at things... I mean the kid is awesome in his point of views….. (No denying the superior creativity of the creator Bill Watterson. I can’t thank you enough for creating these characters.) Hmmm getting back on track, I just adore the way Calvin puts forth words of which I have no clue of (I use my dictionary more diligently while reading them) and the way he justifies his selfish intentions with exceedingly noble value system…. There are also points where I feel absolute astonishment at the fact that he is kid who everybody hates to love, who drives everyone crazy, make people so mad that they want to tear him apart but end up as someone who you cannot help but adore. There is not anything more to say about the comics……because w

Classics have their own appeal.... No matter how many times you read through those pages you always retain interest for them. I would say that the plot always seem appealing to us and in a way better than many of the modern day monotony that we read..... One such favourite of mine is the play "Twelfth Night" by Shakespeare..... This romantic comedy does a splendid job of examining the facets of love... (there is however no need to be really romantic to appreciate it!) I mean to say that the story proceeds in such a fashion that is quite humorous and the various comic relief's in the play keep value adding to the plot. BUT it is necessary to read explanations of the dialogue to truly appreciate it. The play does a great job at painting the picture of love by men and women.......... Also bringing out the fickle mindedness of people, the imitation that many believe to be love as well, as the tragic trail to happiness which love encounters. Simply put the characters present

The greatest battle which an individual encounters is only from within. (A very popular quote)…. Which I say holds true and could relate to each and every one of us… All of us are fighters I mean we keep fighting our fears at one point or other in our lives. As children darkness could have been our greatest fear, why not many grown ups still harbor this fear. The foolishness of some of the fears is noteworthy but who am I to judge which is trivial and which is not. And whether we conquer the fear or learn to live with it is a matter of personal choice. I would say it takes strength to own up and a person who accepts the fear will be closer to conquering it than any other who shows empty courage of having already conquered it….. Hmm to say what I am doing right now only reflects the age old, 100% true saying: It is easier to preach than practice. Our personal journey gives us, a lot of trials by fire. Each and every one of us have had points when we question our existence, the reason we

Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread, --- behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. I knew one who had lifted it --- he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas ! nor was there aught The world contains, the which he could approve. Through the unheeding many he did move, A splendour among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it not. By Percy Shelley 1818

Knowledge can be taught, but wisdom comes from experience.

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth ------------------------------------------------------------ Life is what life is Through all the ups, all the downs, Some w

"I don't need to compromise my principles, because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway."-Calvin I love this comment and I believe all of us have had times when we felt this way. Life is made of choices and chances. More than personal choice there is always the aspect of chance which leads the way!!! All of us have has instances where there was very little personal choice and more of a chance that led to an outcome. As you keep battling out things in life you sooner or later find it evident that though your choices win the battle the chances are the determinants of the war.