Looking forward looking back

"Of course, now I wonder where I had gotten the idea that for you to participate in a gathering, the other people had to really, really want you to be there and that anything short of rabid enthusiasm on their part meant you'd be a nuisance. Where had I gotten the idea that being a nuisance was that big a deal? Sometimes now I think of all the opportunities I didn't take...and of how refusal became a habit for me..."

-Prep by Curtis Sittenfeld

The old man... He regretted all the invitations he'd rejected.


He regretted thinking - despite the thinker that he was. He had chosen to dream - being the dreamer that he was. And when his journey in life feels as though its reaching its end, he saw a lonely wooden bench all alone that lonely cold morning. He knew exactly how lonely the bench was for that was exactly how he felt.

And as they watched the sun rise in the distant, he thought and dreamt for one last time:

If only God could grant me my final wish. I wish for Him to turn back time so that I do not grow old thinking and dreaming about things that I could have done but didnt. If he cant,then a little bit more of life would do just fine.

Of Love and Other Demons

What started as tricky first few pages splattered with many confusing and long names turned out to be a fascinating love story that I simply had to finish reading. Upon reaching my train station, I just had to sit and indulge in the final few pages of Sierva Maria's journey  before I embark on my own journey back home.

And despite not having that Taylor Swift ending every idealistic dreamer would have dreamed of, and despite Gabriel Garcia Marquez's portrayal of men as idiots (my personal opinion), I find the ending brilliant. It feels as though men (or most of them... or some of them... definitely not just one man) are idiots when it comes to love. 

Funny how this "feel" is coming from a man who had just read a book written by another man. And if my other feeling is right, then I have reasons to believe that Gabriel Garcia Marquez is an idiot .....

..... just like the man who could've taken Sierva Maria when he could but didn't - and when he wanted to, it was too late. 

..... just like the man who, for once, let Little Red Riding Hood slipped completely off his mind - and when he remembered, it was too late.  

Time Poverty

Time poverty seems to be an apt term to describe the present moment. 4 weeks have passed. And I can already see the coming 10 weeks approaching yet I feel as though there's nothing much that I can do about it. And an article I stumbled upon tells me that there's actually nothing I can do about it.

Twenty four hours will pass in a day no matter what you do. You cant store or collect time, nor can you grasp it in this moment.

I seem to waste precious time worrying about time. Thoughts and dreams have been responsible for a significant portion of my time. But lately, Ive been thinking and dreaming less and less and suddenly, the river of life flows with such frightening rush that the white cloud, the blue sky, the scenic mountains, the sweet smelling flowers, the lush green fields, the birds, the bees, the butterflies, the rabbits and all the other beautiful things in between are all but just a blur.

And when things begin to blur, one only needs to stop - And smell the sweet smelling roses.

A dose of Diana

I'm feeling super uninspired to write. The creative juices seem to have dried up. Brain has gone on auto-pilot mode - flying about everyday's mundane routine. Awfully tiring - so tiring that I'm not even thinking about Little Red Riding Hood. And on occasions when I somehow do, the Big Bad Wolf appears out of know where and chase the little thought that I had away.

But for now, a dose of Diana Vickers and Kina Grannis should be enough to stop Brain from losing control of the plane called M. :)