Thursday, January 31, 2008

Voices that never change



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Some childhood memories are just so special.. refreshing us like a cool puff of air on a cloudy night…
& our backyard fleetingly shining bright in the moonlight….
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I often remember one advertisement, quite popular in our adolescent days:
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कल भी, आज भी, कल भी..
इन याढों का सफर तो रुके न कभी..

कल भी, आज भी, कल भी..
कुछ रिश्ते बदलते नहीं हैं कभी...

So true…Some memories can never fade away..
For they’re surely from Heavens..
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Wrapped in so many tacit sacrifices by our dear ones..
No wonder, we often find ourselves inarticulate while expressing those innermost thoughts to those who gave us life .*.
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Not only love, but also the intrinsic fears of human mind outline the voices that keep on echoing time to time..
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The strugglers & the absorbers, the betrayed & the betrayers, the givers & the takers, all characters at some point of time feel the same unrest, while bowling themselves in and out of a campaign targeted at understanding that the worldly selfish desires can never be satiated ..
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In the current race for the White House , we can see both the Democratic and Republican candidates moving out by their own choice..why..because they never felt the heat to win from inside..
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The unrest in Kenya is another example which clearly demonstrates that no degree of threat can conquer the brusquely injured souls seeking justice.
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If a child has grown as a loser in most of the games he played with his siblings, there is a very high probability that he finds it difficult to face this competitive world..
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Similarly if a child has grown in a daring atmosphere, he’ll always be inspired enough to win silver cups..and the limitless spirit in him will always come to his rescue whenever in doubt.. & this pattern will be repeated by so many generations to follow..!
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Resonating with the similar vibes, here is a beautiful sonnet by Nicholas Gordon:

Although a daughter, I write this as a mother.
We're both mothers now, of child-daughters:
You, a grandmother forced to be a mother,
And I, a widow, alone with my fatherless daughter.
Death has thus shaped both our lives in ways
We would not have chosen. Yet life is still the bright,
Painfully lovely thing it was always:
Our children like dancers on a dark, splendid night,
Needing our loves as I needed yours; your love
The same song as ever, a lullaby I remember
So well from my time in your arms. We move
In slow spirals towards the stars. September
Has weeks like June, yet is closer to the fall.
Love has no answers, yet its beauty answers all.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Outsourced Oxymorons




















I ‘ve come across some interesting phrases recently , some of them I’m listing below:


Friend’s profile on Orkut: " My idea of a perfect first date" : First date & perfect: C’mon :/))

Mini-Europe reminds us of the forgotten memories revolving around European civilisation .

Kareena Kapoor’s much awaited comments on this burning topic finally kills the deafening silence.

The dry pond near the Lion’s museum has recently become a suicide point for the draught victims.

You need to assign a constant variable in the code with its value set to 6.

He is extremely neutral when it comes to discussing the family matters.

The smart kid picked the bigger half as soon as the apple was cut into two.

Tensions pertaining to the existing oil policies are still ongoing in the Middle East.

My boss behaves awfully good while dealing with German clients.

It’s burning cold here nowadays with night temperature touching -15.


All these figures of speech have one thing in common:
Yes…you guessed it right..
these contradictory words appearing together..


While the usage of oxymoron is often quite delectable, but at times it can be equally degrading.

I sometimes really wonder, why is the English language made like this at all…
Its syntax could have been structured much more simpler..

Especially this alphabet system…add one to an existing word and it just twists the meaning:

Ice -> Dice

Roof -> Proof

Able -> Fable

Love -> Glove

Night -> Knight

Bony -> Ebony

Heel -> Wheel

Ray -> Fray

Any -> Zany

He -> She


Well, the usage is complex but is pleasing in its own way..
English is surely the most common language across the world and a very sweet language too..like this phrase " Tears of Joy"…the most loved tears…
When Human Species is itself so complex, it surely needs a highly evolved medium to express itself..


I just can’t stop remembering Mark Medlock’s & Dieter Bohlen’s composition " Unbelievable":


It's not the way you smile in the morning

It's not the way you kiss me tonight

It's not the way you smile when you're yearning
It's not the way you hold any tight


Words can't express

they cannot express what you mean to me..

You're unbelievable, irresistable

I can't believe my eyes when I'm with you

You're unbelievable
you're just incredible
and i can't can't breath without you

can't breath without you!


It's not the way we spendnights together
It's not the way you looking at me

It's not the way you say

It's forever
ever or will be will be.......