Write more.

[ not just to liven this blog again.. but for my own creative satisfaction as well. ]

I am stuck, what do you think?

..

happy birthday to me!:)

I decided to come back to writing. Probably it seems like my *big* writer’s block is off the road. But most of the friends from the blogger world.. at least the ones I call friends, are off the roads them selves. I mean, i just had a look at it today.. the list of links I have in my sidebar, I looked up each blog.. and surprisingly, apart from Saurabh and Reshma, everyone is off the hook of blog, for one or other reason.

Sometimes, I wanna know what made them stop? sometimes I wish they start again, I had always loved reading them, heck, thats why they are on my list.

sighs, we don’t get all answers, do we?

atleast I am glad for Reshma and Saurabh.

Ekta.

Blog Re-vamped again.
This time, for appropriate reasons.
Yet, Don’t actually expect me to write those down.
But if you really want to dwell into what I went through, read this…

Could a person shut out all and become insular?
Take all frustration and put it in a small vase on the window sill
and watch them bloom as time passes?

Do those blooms look good?
Do they have good fragrance?

Could a person ever really become insular?

I once thought that no man is an island.
I disagree, I am an island.

I shut myself up in my mind and insulated my core from all that hurt.
I listened and talked to myself.
I bore the brunt of mistakes and saw my proud ego shatter to disfigured pieces of glass.

But I had survived.
And so I shall.
Give me time to come out of my shell.
and when I do,
I’ll hug you like I used to.

Ekta.

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Alfred Tennyson – 1850

સવારે
ફલાવર વાઝમાં
મલપતાં ફુલો જોઇને ઉત્સાહમાં
મેં
બારીના પડદા ખોલ્યો તો –
ડાળે કાંટાને વળગી એક પંતગિયું
ધ્રુસકે ધ્રુસકે રડતું હતું.

-પ્રીતમ લાખાણી
Translation:

In morning,

I saw smiling and grooming flowers in the vase,

and I opened the curtains of my window with happiness.

And then I saw a butterfly,

crying with grief, holding the abandoned thorned branch.

Reshma, at her blog, said this…. 

Strange world, when you can be soulmates with someone halfway across the world… and not know the name of your neighbours.

And since the time i read it first, i had been thinking about it. a lot that is. and there was no way i could deny that it was indeed very much truth.

may be this is when I really started to belive in the term ”World as a global village”.

… now the cynicism in the statement has gotten even worse, isn’t it?

Amazing phone, amazing usability. I was planning to get a w300i, but for the same price i got the same bundle with a better Memory Card size and Bigger megapixel camera!

I should be happy. And oh, I am!:)

I never thought, to achieve this through BSNL broadband was never possible! but guess i was so wrong!!! yaay!

Ektz.