the mother of all weekends
there are 4 kinds of things in the world -
1. things you don't want to do
2. things you don't mind to do
3. things you want to do
4. things you love to do
5. things that you never believe you will do
and love .. love me do! forget it ... just that i am listening to the song right now and it rhymes with what i write, right! and about the point 5 in a list of 4, i just changed my mind.
Traveling in a bus with no push back seat for 8 hours is something you don't want to do, but that's something you don't mind to do if it's worth the cause. Coming to f'bleau to meet up with friends is something you want to do, writing about it in a brand new i-book is something that you would love to do - and that too, after playing a game of golf where you accidentally put the club into the river attempting to give it your best swing is something that you would have never believed ... never ever believed you would do (both the playing golf part and putting the golf club into the river part) So, here am having been there and done it all.
there are weekends ... there are good and probably even amazing weekends .... and then, there are what immortal men refer to as oh-my-god what-a-weekend weekends. This weekend is much beyond all that - come to think of it, I can't express what I feel in so many words and transfer the feeling in bits and bits to your sensitive membranes. However, what i can probably try to do is to give you parallels that you possibly have a chance of having experienced.
have you felt
- a lump in your throat while the dying leading lady says her last words in the end of a wonderful movie while the shadows of the credits appear in the bottom of the screen?
- a sense of accomplishment when you tried your hand at a game for the first time and did well at that (till an unfortunate moment when you became the victim of a video gag!)
- a feeling of security when you are back in places you have been in and loved to be in - and walk those i-have-been-there roads again.
- as if not a day's been missed between 3 months and now when you settle in a couch and start talking to your best friend
- full at your stomach out of a feeling of a contentment though you missed your lunch
-sit and blog in your most favorite piece of technical work of art while a dozen of them buzz around you cooking your favorite dishes for you
I felt all of these on the same day within a span of 12 hours since dawn dawned through the tiny creek of the bus window and I am still in the middle of the same bliss. The place is getting too crowded for my taste - let me sign off and continue back in the wee hours of the evening in walldorf. adios!
1. things you don't want to do
2. things you don't mind to do
3. things you want to do
4. things you love to do
5. things that you never believe you will do
and love .. love me do! forget it ... just that i am listening to the song right now and it rhymes with what i write, right! and about the point 5 in a list of 4, i just changed my mind.
Traveling in a bus with no push back seat for 8 hours is something you don't want to do, but that's something you don't mind to do if it's worth the cause. Coming to f'bleau to meet up with friends is something you want to do, writing about it in a brand new i-book is something that you would love to do - and that too, after playing a game of golf where you accidentally put the club into the river attempting to give it your best swing is something that you would have never believed ... never ever believed you would do (both the playing golf part and putting the golf club into the river part) So, here am having been there and done it all.
there are weekends ... there are good and probably even amazing weekends .... and then, there are what immortal men refer to as oh-my-god what-a-weekend weekends. This weekend is much beyond all that - come to think of it, I can't express what I feel in so many words and transfer the feeling in bits and bits to your sensitive membranes. However, what i can probably try to do is to give you parallels that you possibly have a chance of having experienced.
have you felt
- a lump in your throat while the dying leading lady says her last words in the end of a wonderful movie while the shadows of the credits appear in the bottom of the screen?
- a sense of accomplishment when you tried your hand at a game for the first time and did well at that (till an unfortunate moment when you became the victim of a video gag!)
- a feeling of security when you are back in places you have been in and loved to be in - and walk those i-have-been-there roads again.
- as if not a day's been missed between 3 months and now when you settle in a couch and start talking to your best friend
- full at your stomach out of a feeling of a contentment though you missed your lunch
-sit and blog in your most favorite piece of technical work of art while a dozen of them buzz around you cooking your favorite dishes for you
I felt all of these on the same day within a span of 12 hours since dawn dawned through the tiny creek of the bus window and I am still in the middle of the same bliss. The place is getting too crowded for my taste - let me sign off and continue back in the wee hours of the evening in walldorf. adios!
posted by Rathish at 1:33 AM
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