Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
The Contributor
Contributor: A person instrumental in the growth of something, especially in its early stages.
Now First all of you lazy couch potatoes who still haven't accepted the contributiing author invite accept it.
and those who hve accepted please contribute
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Prelude To An End
Dedicated To All The People I Met In Last 2 Months Of My 4 Years In College And Specially To Those Whom I Could Only Meet In Last Two Days....
The end is always brings a profusion of thoughts or should i say it is in profusion itself. There is a perfect end, blemished end, happy end, lamentable end, grand end, pitiful end and then there is "the end" which is more or less a potpourri. So what is it about the endings that is so tempting, humbling, paranoiac, why sometimes these endings are new beginnings, or really is there ever a end to anything or its just a change of phases and faces, with new faces in old phases and old faces in new phases.
There are some terminus that we dread, for we don't ever want to encounter them, but when we see them coming strange things happen, suddenly there is a just before the nap analysis of what we did and what we could have done and most of the times we find ourselves short of what we could have done, even then there are no complaints, as the complaints go away so do the inhibitions, now nobody needs to primp, people are open and the faces are clearer, This is when we realize that all this time when we were pretending, we lost a company of few, never talked to some, and jostled some others.
This is why there is always prelude to end, to remind ourselves of the things that we missed during this performance and to gather all the bits and pieces for a new overture, cause no matter how beautiful the end was it can never be the end, there has to be something
The end is always brings a profusion of thoughts or should i say it is in profusion itself. There is a perfect end, blemished end, happy end, lamentable end, grand end, pitiful end and then there is "the end" which is more or less a potpourri. So what is it about the endings that is so tempting, humbling, paranoiac, why sometimes these endings are new beginnings, or really is there ever a end to anything or its just a change of phases and faces, with new faces in old phases and old faces in new phases.
There are some terminus that we dread, for we don't ever want to encounter them, but when we see them coming strange things happen, suddenly there is a just before the nap analysis of what we did and what we could have done and most of the times we find ourselves short of what we could have done, even then there are no complaints, as the complaints go away so do the inhibitions, now nobody needs to primp, people are open and the faces are clearer, This is when we realize that all this time when we were pretending, we lost a company of few, never talked to some, and jostled some others.
This is why there is always prelude to end, to remind ourselves of the things that we missed during this performance and to gather all the bits and pieces for a new overture, cause no matter how beautiful the end was it can never be the end, there has to be something
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