You can’t trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.
– W C Fields
As piercing showers hit your pretty
face, replacing pretentious smile with
crooked obscenities, the ensconcing
veil was lifted and naked truth glintzed,
across the surface of tiny rivulets
flowing down your slender neck.
A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
– Albert Einstein
When you find
Yourself, crying
Middle o’the night
Let Edna die, Orlando transform
from man to woman
change not just clothes, but form
Shakespeare kill an entire
Fleet and then revive
But you, you cannot survive
Without a smoke, a light, a puff,
do not fret
draw crazy-ass stuff,
and post it on your blog.
No kidding.
~insert poker face~
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In case you’re wondering why the picture, well, that’s a random doodle I was drawing when I was supposed to have been studying. In case you’re wondering why the poem, don’t. In fact, please excuse this entire post. I’m going crazy. I need to drink the shit out of my textbooks. Alas, that’s not an option right now. So, good night, for crazy it is, a crazy crazy night! (sing that last bit like Aladdin’s theme song ends.)
As the poet said, ‘Only God can make a tree,’ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
– Woody Allen
Our modern maidens
Or just dejected stumps?
Perhaps both.
Kam of Kam’s Column featured Faces Places Paces in his latest series. A monthly feature, he calls it I like. This is what he has to say about his series – “I wished to have a collection of posts that have triggered ‘something in me’ – various reasons, most of them being personal, emotional and thoughtful while on the other note creative, funny and just themselves.”
To read what he has to say about FPP, just hop over!
This is my best friend’s rather generous birthday gift for me. More than 6000 kms apart (she’s in London, I’m in Delhi), she made it a point to buy my birthday gift – the entire set of Hogwarts House Pens – even though she knew it would be a long time before I got them. I received them last week, more than two months after my birthday and my oh my, was the wait worth it! The pens are an absolute delight. Best birthday gift I ever received. EVER.
Here’s the first of the lot- Ravenclaw House Pen. Why? Because Pottermore says I’m a Ravenclaw!
PS: I’m 22 and crazy about Harry Potter. Deal with it.
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
― D. H. Lawrence
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I know
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good
– Robert Browning; Porphyria’s Lover
(Click on the picture for better resolution)
Just yesterday, over at Cardnial Guzman’s, I noticed a very interesting challenge that completely had me going if it weren’t for the high temperatures here in Delhi. It’s hitting 40 C and it’ll only get worse. But then I remembered this particular photograph. This was taken on my recent trip to Chandigarh (I’ve posted pictures from it here, here, and here), and I had to post it.
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