Brown Penny

I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.
'Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

- W.B.Yeats

Downtown & Snapshots of Winter

Going Downtown..
















Bright & Sunny with a high of -20 C

















I went on the Trans-Canadian Highway and saw..Nothing.















Hot & Steamy Froth Bed.

Here is an interesting thought:
First think of the movie, Munich. I haven't seen it yet. Will get around to it. But its about the killing of Israeli athletes in the Olympics by Palestenian terrorists.
Then think of "State of Fear'. The book by Crichton about Global Warming. Well thats atleast the broad theme.

Bring these two together. And you think of the following headline:

Eco-Terrorists hit Winter Olympics
Melt all snow. Skiing events called off.

Well ok that might not be too funny, but when ur sitting at breakfast watching the winter olympics it does sound funny.

Another disconnected thought here, I read the book One night@ call center by Chetan Bhagat on my flight here, all I'll say is that it will make a good bollywood movie.

Death the Leveller

THE glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill:
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
Upon Death's purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

- James Shirley

Bharathi

"அக்கினிக் குஞ்சொன்று கண்டேன் - அதைஅங்கொரு காட்டிலோர் பொந்திடை வைத்தேன்;வெந்து தணிந்தது காடு; - தழல்வீரத்திற் குஞ்சென்று மூப்பென்று முண்டோ?தத்தரிகிட தத்தரிகிட தித்தோம்..."


Aggini Kunjondru Kanden - Adhai
Angoru Kattilor Pondhidai Vaithen
Vendhu Thanindhadhu Kadu - Thazal Veerathil
Kunjendum Moopendrum Undo?
Thatharikita Thatharikita Thithom

- Subramaniya Bharathi

A fledgling ember of flame - I found.
And I placed it under a hollowIn a distant wood.
The forest was burnt down to ashes...
Is youth or eld a factor in fieriness?
Thatharikita Thatharikita Thithom

Two Worlds

I live now in two different worlds. Two different lives in two different worlds. And its as if these two lives have no intersection except for myself. The everyday routine, the routine challanges, the pressures are all different and very often my second life is invisible to my first. Especially because my work life is very unorthodox and it does not fit into the patterns that people are familiar with.
If you take every single aspect of one life and turn it on its head, you would get a pretty decent description of the other.
A couple of nights I had this dream where I got fired, and within the dream itself I realised that it was a dream, it had to be for some logical reason which i cannot recall, but the dream didnt stop, it kept going and things kept happening. I guess that's an effect of being away from your other world for a long period( not long enough, but 13 days is long in this context). Its as if your other life is calling you back, wondering where you've gotten to. Its sometimes hard to imagine, that bout 10 days ago I was doing a job which lasted 24 hrs, with three runs at a rig and in ten days from now Ill be doing the same, but for now ill just be walking barefoot on the beach, not in steel toed snow boots. Ill sit around and eat home food and not rush to the nearest Subway to get some decent food. And I will sleep at nights and best of all meet friends and just sit around and talk over a cup of coffee as if the clock were wound back a few months. There must be something wrong with the clock, it turns too fast.