Eat,Pray, Love.

I have been reading Elizabeth Gilbert's 'Eat, Pray, Love' and since 'Shantaram' this is the only book I actually crave to read. I did have occasional brief encounters with other books picked up from thrift stores but eventually I fell for this one.

Eat,Pray,Love is an autobiographical account of Gilbert's journey to find everything across Italy, India and Indonesia. So, we ate a lot of pasticcino in Italy, consumed a lot of soul in India and are now feeding on love in Indonesia :)

What I wanted to share here was this poem she wrote to commemorate the end of her journey in India:

However.
If they'd let me wear pants made out of the
fresh-mown grass from this place,
I'd do it.

If they'd let me make out
with every single Eucalyptus tree in Ganesh's Grove,
I swear, I'd do it.

I've sweated out dew these days,
worked out the dregs,
rubbed my chin on tree bark,
mistaking it for my master's leg.

I can't get far enough in.

If they'd let me eat the soil of this place
served on a bed of bird's nests,
I'd finish only half of my plate,
Then sleep all night on the rest.


"You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here."~ Elizabeth Gilbert


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The Earth and The Sky

I have often wondered what it is to succeed in life. Slowly but steadily I am beginning to get my answers. I firmly believe that when you are happy with who you are and content with what you have, you are a successful person.

Now,I pretty much am :)

Godspeed.



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It was a Happy Birthday after all :)

On my 24th birthday, I curled up on my bed at midnight and cried. Cried for reasons which are too unreasonable for me to fathom. Thank you B for bearing with me when I am unbearable, even for myself.

One day, I will grow up :)


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You can call it 'whatever'

It is as fake as wearing a padded bra...

It is probably just an illusion that makes you 'feel' better. When some curtains are drawn, the scene changes. It often reflects your purpose or purposelessness. Live it up until he pulls the ground from under your feet.

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Ring-a-ring o' roses

2009 was a year during which I grew up. Officially :)

Lessons were learnt:

When the trees shed their leaves, it's time for new ones to grow.

Youth is missed.

Some people will wrap you around their fingers. Unwrap yourself.

There are very few people in this world who make your life just that bit simpler, easier and 'unadulterated'

Travel. It will open your mind.

Sex is over-rated.

Yes, that's love. You love who you are when you're with that person. Yes, I think that's what love is. I don't care if you disagree.

Fashion will always be in fashion.

Clothes and shoes are as good as jewellery. Money is even better.

Sometimes you have to 'unthread' yourself from some people, even if that word doesn't exist.

Driving is exhilarating. Speed is enlightening.

Don't have children if you don't know 'why' you want to have children. You can't have them 'just 'coz', oh well, I won't, not till I figure it all out!

Adrenalin junkies have a lot of fun :p

If music doesn't stir your soul, you need new strings.

When people get jealous of you, say 'Fuck yeah' and grin!

We all go home.

Before you know it will be 2011...



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Step Up, Step Down

Every step up on that staircase was a step closer towards her light.

The morning he pushed her down those stairs, she bled. Just a little.

It was still dark outside.


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Come as you are

He picked up the saddle. He had made up his mind. He was the kind who found more pleasure in pursuit than in attainment. It is just that she fled from his clutches.

He still chases aimlessly in the darkness of the night and when the morning comes he lies down on fresh cut grass and dreams of the dreams that, I dare say, are 'dreams'.

Just then, he heard footsteps.