Introduction
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
Me
I am
-Madhu-
Age of
-89-
Loves
-Ancient history, anthropology, dinosaurs, cryptozoology, serial killers, neurofibromatosis, LOST!, Bones, How I met Your Mother, The Nanny, Monk etc-
Hates
-Not having a job and being a slob-
Dreams
-No space to put them all in-
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I just realised that I feel good whenever a stranger smiles at me. No, not the I-will-kidnap-you kind of smiles or the mean, weird smiles but the genuine smile you have on your face when you see a complete stranger and just smile to acknowledge his/her presence. That we are fellow human beings and we deserve to be recognised for simply being there.
In my four years in RGS, I remember Chandra repeating for God knows how many times that ants are much better social creatures because they always make it a point to 'greet' each other for at least a split second if two ants meet each other along their pathways. Despite the fact that we are all humans, we don't have a common language or identity. In splitting into different social groups (gender, class, race, intelligence), we've become more efficient and comfortable within our own groups yet we lack this common bond. One of the languages internationally recognised by humans is the smile. Btw, never ever bare your teeth and smile at a monkey, to them it shows that you are preparing for a fight!
When I was in India last year, I was quite aghast at how disgusted I felt when I saw this street beggar who was meagrely clothed and had filthy hair and looked pathetic. I mean, I felt bad for feeling such a sense of antipathy for a person I barely knew and understood. He is human too, and he shares a very close common ancestor to me (seeing that we are both Indian). I felt so embarrassed after that but the context doesn't have to be anywhere else.
Here in Singapore, it's interesting to see people's reactions when you just smile a bit at them. One turned back to see if I was smiling at her, one looked plain curious and then smiled back. It's even more interesting to see that the older folks tend more smile immediately and naturally. That's nice!
The End
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