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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Thursday, January 07, 2010
Yesterday and the continued wee hours of today morning were spent in this flurry of daze and excitement; the kind you get when you do something crazy for the first time in your life. For what its worth, it was really amazing to see a certain side of Singapore (which most Singaporean teenagers are greatly well-accustomed to, but I being the innocent one with almost as equally innocent friends being totally oblivious to it) that I have never seen before. If that was not enough, taking public transport at the normal time when little primary school kids commute to school brought back this pleasantly bittersweet nostalgia of rushing out of the house only to wait for ages for 851/74 to come at Bishan. And gave me pangs of guilt for slacking at home like some pathetic slob.
To sum up my gloriously wasted number of hours reading 'In the Woods' by Tana French, utter garbage. With so much flowery language and the magnificant fleshing out of real characters, the lady turned a likeable, self-made man for the first 400 pages into a borderline psychopath in the next 78 pages (he wasn't even the murderer!). The end was so bad, I felt so cheated for investing so much time into it, time which could have been spent reading the awesome awesome Aravind Adiga's White Tiger, which I shall talk about after finishing it. Ah, now that's what a book is and should be, its brutal honesty impresses me so much! But if my lesson from In the Woods serves me well, I shan't judge it until I finish it.
Excerpts from 'In the Woods'...
[Humans are feral and ruthless, this, this watching through cool intent eyes and delicately adjusting one factor or another till a man's fundamental instinct for self-preservation cracks, is savagely in its puremost polished and highly evolved form.]
[..but I sometimes thought that the brass assumed I was a good detective in the mindless preprogrammed way some men will assume a tall, slim, blonde woman is beautiful even if she has a face like a hyperthyroid turkey: because I have all the accessories.]
The first quote was chilling to read, looking at humans as experimental guinea pigs, manipulated by mere variables. The second was so amusing, especially since it was just unexpected. Woah, enough ramblings for the day.
The End
7:59 pm
