An epilogue
Feels like ages since I blogged last - a good 4 days. Feels like so many things have happened between then and now - most because of what's going to happen after now. I am leaving germany tomorrow morning. So, as always, there's been loads of work and meeting up with friends and rest. Overall, it's been a great trip - wonderful people, great trips and lots to learn. I must admit that when I arrived here, things were all too shaky on a lot of fronts. Feels much better now - have a hazy feeling of having got some perspective, something to work towards, to improve upon, to reach and that's always good news.
As for the part-2 of this ode to an ode, I have lost interest in writing it :) For the sake of record, it starts with him drowning his sorrow in a cup of orange juice sitting inside the flight - earlier, in an unbelievable stroke of serendipity, the lady (she wasn't actually a girl as he realized) joined his queue though much too far away. That she wasn't a girl wasn't the only realization - her nose is a trifle too flatter than he expected and her eyes a little smaller than usual. He still gathered courage to go and talk to her. but what would you know? she speaks only chinese and wasn't at all how he thought she would look like. He didn't know what they call a guy who speaks a lot of languages - he wasn't one of them. So, he was left sulking how beautiful it had all been as an unfulfilled dream - as a missed chance that could have led him to bliss. All this as my little ode to those wonderful lines by Yeats in the "Ode to grecian urn"
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
You can find the whole poem here
I am in India now. Couldn't finish the blog the other day extending my blog block to close to a week now. I am not sure how far an indian software engineer's life has time for such sweet nothings. But I shall strive to drop a blog or two every week - after all, this is one of those few things that make my day.
As for the trip - it was wonderful. watched some movies after so long. don't even bother to ask me how bad they were. First there was anchorman - the legend of roy burgundy, a comedy in which I laughed exactly for one joke and found only one guy funny. But it made me realize that those happenin-Mcduckin-guys out there do make really ugly movies like us. And the second one was kyun, ho gaya naa. what were they thinking? don't get me wrong, it's a fun movie to watch in a flight. but i guess, everyone involved made that movie only for the sole reason of blowing some money and having some fun and hoping people see it.
Anyways, I am ending this blog here - and start a new blog right away :-)
3 Comments:
Hmm just a typo i know but being an ardent fan of HIM i couldn't take it :-D
it is Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats and not yeats as u keyed in...though there is this wonderful poem by Yeats too which is featured in Melancholetta - He asks for cloths from Heaven, i think.
That was a terrible error. thanks daughtie (as you realise, i just coined it ;)). slightly out of context, but was seeing pulp fiction last night and remembered these lines
Taxi driver: My name is esmeralda. what is yours?
B.Willis: Butch
Taxi driver: What does Butch mean?
B.Willis: this is america sweetheart! our names don't mean a fuck.
:-)
Daughtie...hmm sounds heavenly esp since it is from Daddykins :p
WhatsinaName? Hell, Heaven and the world in between i guess...till we meet again in another post...
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