Showing posts with label senti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label senti. Show all posts

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Not Yet


The most beautiful sea:
                   hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
                   hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
                   we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
                   I haven't said yet...

      - Nazim Hikmet Ran

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

You are just an ordinary man in a cape!

Two down, three to go. Yes, papers.
So since Nadal won and Schiavone lost, my exams have .. kinda got ignored. Exam toh hote rehte hain, right? Actually, French Opens bhi hote rehte hain, but let me not see you thinking that. Not that I can 'see' you thinking that, or even see you, for that matter, but whaaa I'm babbling.

So I saw this survey on the net about which superhero people want to be. So I got thinking. I think I want to be Batman. Reasons?

1. He's the only superhero I like; I detest Spiderman, Superman, whatever other funky names there might be.
2. Christian Bale.
3. More substantially, these other losers got these powers and all free mein, luck shine ho gaya. But Christian Bale Batman actually created well, himself. He developed his skills, acquired his machines, he's got the money, you bet, but he's played an active role in being who he is, as opposed to be standing in an entomological museum at the opportune time a spider is going to escape. So I like him.

If I'm something great, I'd like it to be because of me, you know, not because of random shit. Plus, Bale, as opposed to dumb little Brandon Routh and the loser Toby Maguire. But it's going to be Andrew Garfield in the next I heard, that changes things now, doesn't it? ;)

Anyhow, back to studies. Criminal paper tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

I Wish the Bubbles on my Screen-saver were Real

I wish the bubbles on my screen-saver were real
I wish the tears in my heart would dry
I want to have a good, bad fight right now
I want to have a good long cry.
I wish the world would right itself
I wish there were stores selling sensitivity, and feeling
So everyone could have a bit of them
I wish people weren’t poor. I wish I could wish away all deprivation.
I wish life was all that happy, and people all that good.
I wish everyone would wish for all that I wish, so it might just come true
I wish the bubbles on my screen saver were real.