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Vintage Sapience

Conscious Avant-Garde Cogitation.

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Ardent Expressions

Short n’ Sweet

Life is so sinfully short
Learning to say it in a few words
Brewing the magic of brevity.

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This must be Goodbye

I don’t know what to call you
I don’t know what to say,
I don’t quite know what happened
I fear that we’ve lost our way.

I don’t see the old me
I don’t see the brimming old you,
I don’t see the two big eyes
that brought you back to you.

I don’t feel the warmth of us
I don’t feel the feeling of you,
I don’t feel that smell of love
that flamed our love anew.

Its all a blur of the senses
it’s all the stuff of dreams,
That he ever lived beside us
has gone all up in flames.


Image Credits: Artsology

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In Denial

One of these days
I’ll look out the window
and not see you.
That’s when I’ll know
You went away forever ago.


Featured Image Credits: Sharon Franke

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Book Review: Of Love and Other Demons, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Before I even began, I knew that this would be one of the most difficult book reviews to write. Partly because this book is well-revered and partly because I realize that the theme of the book can be directly linked to the book-reading experience. I wouldn’t claim to have such influence, but judging something with incomplete knowledge is also something I refrain from doing. Which is why this time, I read some book summaries online, and researched a bit about the origins of this book before I sat down to write this review. It was important because so many times I try to get a ‘feel’ of the book online before beginning to read it, so that I don’t feel disappointed by the book later. This feeling might seem weird to a lot of people but I believe the distinction between experimenting with genres and wasting time is always a smart choice.

This above introduction almost works like a disclaimer. Of Love and Other Demons, is neither difficult or too complex to warrant such treatment. But it was unlike any other book that I had ever read, which proves two things – One, I am brave enough to try out new styles of writing, and two, that I cannot wait to read more of the same. I was not instantly converted to a Garcia Marquez fan as some people are. It took me a while after having read the book, to understand the myths, beliefs, and underlying symbolism depicted in the almost century-old Columbia.

It is the story of a young girl with very long hair, Sierva Maria, living in Columbia who is bitten by a dog on her twelfth birthday when she goes to the market. Even though her wounds heal properly, her father (the Marquis) and the local bishop believe that she might be possessed by the devil. Continue reading “Book Review: Of Love and Other Demons, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez”

Book Review: The Alchemist, by Paulo Coehlo

As the eighth book in my reading order, The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo made for an interesting three days. While I primarily read it on my train ride to work, it was incredibly light to carry and a breezy read. The story was simple to follow, and it didn’t have many characters or storylines to confuse the reader. Which is funny because the protagonist in the book says the exact same thing, that if he ever wrote a book, he would a few characters so the book wouldn’t be hard to read.

The prevailing expression related to this book is that it is a modern fable. And I didn’t know what that meant. What could an older person fable consist of? What would it talk about that they don’t already know? How would it be any different from the millions of self-help books that they have tried to read? ‘Modern Fable’ can be constituted as the general description for the book because now I agree with it.

It is the story of a young Spanish boy, Santiago who sees a recurring dream of a treasure under the Egyptian pyramids. So he sets forth from his life of shepherding to try and obtain that treasure. He meets an Old King on the way who gives Santiago two magic beans for his path ahead. Santiago also meets the love of his life on the way to the pyramids and learns alchemy. He takes up small, diverse jobs to earn enough money to reach Egypt and then the pyramids. Meeting all sorts of people on his journey, learning from their experiences and developing his own deep thoughts and conclusions.

An Alchemist would be someone who creates an object through a seemingly magical process. The most common example would be to create gold from any metal you hold and that’s what draws a lot of people to the art of alchemy. While what we learn through the book is that the story of Santiago is just the backbone of the flesh of human existence, and a metaphor for explaining our purpose in life.

The book is filled with thought-provoking questions, little reminders that life is short and we must march towards our goal all the time. Or at least work in the direction of our goal. Paulo Coelho incorporates the old wisdom into different scenes and includes the burning questions as thoughts that Santiago would have. Also, he addresses them heads on in a way that you could pick up clues as to how that applies to YOU. Which is a very big deal because millions have read this book and resonate with the ideas that it proposes.

It is as much difficult to explain in words how the book is, as it is to explain the meaning of life. But I can tell you this much that you will not regret reading this book. It is easy to read, interesting and will be on your mind all the time.

My Rating: 4 out of 5

Complexity Rating: 3 out of 5

General Pace of the book: 3 out of 5

Life Recommendations: Immense!

Truth? Or Tru-er Lies?

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust?

Man is a social being, is he not? His friends, family, and neighbors make up his society. Also now, his Facebook friends and non-friends(😉) are important stakeholders in deciding what kind of image he has in the society.

I may be a wealthy person, but as long as it is a secret, not many people would value me for even the right reasons.

However, it is our friends and acquaintances that we lie to. Strangers don’t quite matter when it comes to secrets and personal infidelities.

The whole truth is only a misnomer now. What we call the truth may technically only be a half-truth. Some people would be served untruths and some are worthy of truer lies. This distinction is made on the basis of how trustworthy the other party is and how much we truly trust them. It is a very ambiguous equation that decides the degree of worth of that person.

A very confusing prospect in text, it is now the fact of nature. Our society does this to us, and similarly, we, to it. In this medley of half-truths, truer lies, and guarded secrets, who can we truly trust? Do we even have anyone left anymore with whom we could be quite truly honest?

Because honestly, honesty is a scary thing. We have forgotten how to be spontaneously truthful, that we are caught up in a web of lies, and no man trusts another.

I would like to think our family is our true constant in this cruel, selfish world. You would hear stories about conflicts in a family; but nothing that cannot be resolved over a late night movie with a couple of bags of the family favorite potato chips! 😀

I won’t say I’m bitter about the world, but a few more honest people could really light up our society. Diplomacy could be kept confined to the workplace and lies to a bare minimum so that our kids could know a world with some true friends.

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Bringing Back Throwback Thursday!

Like anyone else, I did not plan on writing. Poetry happened by chance, and it took it’s own sweet time to blossom. Long after that, I decided my work was average enough to be read by strangers on the Internet. After all, who bothers with how mediocre or infantile it is.(I make attempts to be funny with my writing, but I seldom succeed.) But that was before. On WordPress, all I got was love from the bloggers around me.

Throwback Thursday is not a new trend. In fact, Throwback Thursday or #TBT was entered in the Urban Dictionary 2003. Up to date with my trends, aren’t I? I digress. I will kickstart this new tradition on my blog with some of my old stuff. Ancient poetry, articles I wrote when I was a teenager and stuff I scribbled on parchments I never got to conclude.

This photo is a poem I wrote way back in 2006. I was probably in 5th grade. It is called ‘In the Garden of Eden’. For a beginner, the rhyme scheme was by the book! The idea was simple imagery. I would like to think it worked because the topic was Utopian. Or was it? This poem impressed my teacher and my family. It even impressed me, because I didn’t know I could do this. I didn’t believe I could string two words together in symmetry, make poetry. It was elegant, or so I thought. It was a humble beginning. Ah, the nostalgia of the days gone by. Throwback goals achieved!

I still have a lot to learn but I am glad I started somewhere. This was Throwback Thursday, Articulo Uno. I hereby bare my childish words, for your amusement! If you were tickled by it, I will make it a regular thing.

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A throwback to old times and good memories!

Revelations

I used to

lay awake

at night,

Thinking I was

deep.

Marvelling at

my stories. 

Keeping to

myself

Guarding all

secrets,

Putting up

walls. 

A random

conversation,

Something spilled

out. 

Not a lot. 

Few precious

pearls. 

I know  now. 

I am not deep.

I am

Hollow. 

Flashback Friday: I knew what died meant.

I knew what died meant.

When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.

When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.

When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.

I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.

I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.

Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.

But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.

My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.

I don’t hate that
I know what died means.


Image Credits : HyattMoore

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