Stranger Than Fiction

Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true.

-- Stranger Than Fiction

Disappointed with the oscars. Joaquin phoenix should have won it. Never seen a work that is so powerful. The screen screamed of excellence. 

Proust and some other things

"And in myself, too, many things have perished which, I imagined, would last for ever, and new structures have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are difficult of comprehension"

"like those convent bells which are so effectively drowned during the day by the noises of the streets that one would suppose them to have been stopped for ever, until they sound out again through the silent evening air"

"For in order to make us descend into the most subterranean galleries of sleep, where no reflexion from overnight, no gleam of memory comes to light up the interior monologue–if the latter does not itself cease–fatigue followed by rest will so thoroughly turn over the soil and penetrate the bedrock of our bodies that we discover down there, where our muscles plunge and twist in their ramifications and breathe in new life, the garden where we played in our childhood. There is no need to travel in order to see it again; we must dig down inwardly to discover it"

-- Marcel Proust (In search of Lost Time)

In such conditions, superficial or not, where I often ponder on the phenomenon of 'creation' it so occurs that all the randomness in life is actually the beauty we never see. To embrace and not ignore them is the key to be happy and content. What is creation after all? Have I created anything worthy? Yet? Is it just in the plan off the back of my head? Will it ever flame out and squash the darkness?

A new life has thus begun. I tied the knot some many days ago to my beloved and lay swinging to all the dances encountered hitherto. I must admit that it has been a pleasure to just lay swinging. All of life comes circling down to one point and you take it from there. Fresh memories, fresh roads and fresh curves ahead. New people, new humor. New visions and newer plans. Oh I see the beauty in it.

Hope I take forward many good memories and be good and kind to one and many. To not bother much about the future and keeping walking ahead. A good year to record some strange and some funny moments.