ACID

The colours, red and yellow and green,

And the Dark in the light chrome,

The stretched curves in the sketch,

And the blurred sight of Another home.

It's not me,

It might be acid,

But I don't know.

The beeps preceding the singular note,

And the percussion beaten free,

And a bird sings in the background,

The sound is incoherent harmony.

It can't be me,

They say it's acid,

But I don't know.

This is the smell of withered roses,

Where does it come from, petals or thorns?

But it is indeed a pleasant fragrance,

And I feel like an infant, newly born.

It might be me,

It almost is acid,

But I don't know.

And now I feel the pinch,

So this is what they call pain,

I feel warm like the steel in the daylight,

And the drops that strike me, might be rain.

Oh! Yes.

It is me,

And it is acid.

But I will never know.

Dead Poets Society

Its a beautiful movie. Recommended for all helpless romantics(in the poetic sense)!

huh .... this has inspired me .... feel good hota hai ...  

Favorite Quotes:(starred the real good ones)

Meeks: I'll try anything once. 
Dalton: Except sex. 

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***John Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 

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***John Keating: I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. 

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***Dalton: [answering phone] Welton Academy, hello. Yes he is, just a moment. Mr. Nolan, it's for you. It's God. He says we should have girls at Welton. (XD)

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John Keating: Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is - Mr. Anderson? Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? 
[pause] 
John Keating: Mr. Perry? 
Neil: To communicate. 
John Keating: No! To woo women! _

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***Neil: [quoting Henry David Thoreau] "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life." 
Dalton: I'll second that. 
Neil: "To put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." 

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McAllister: "Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I'll show you a happy man." 
John Keating: "But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be." 

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***John Keating: We all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own,  even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go, 

[imitating a goat] "that's baaaaad." Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." 

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John Keating: Excrement! That's what I think of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard! We're not laying pipe! We're talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? "I like Byron, I give him a 42 but I can't dance to it!" 

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***John Keating: Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!

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John Keating: Mr. Pitts, would you open your hymnal to page 542 and read the first stanza of the poem you find there. 
Pitts: [reading the poem title] "To the Virgins To Make Much of Time"? 
John Keating: Yes, that's the one. Somewhat appropriate, isn't it? 

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An Indian Wedding

I went to an Indian Wedding today, here are a few thoughts that went through my mind.

- The place was called "Baradari". Some old mansion like 'nawabi' place. Even on the way, I saw so many such places. Reminds me how unfathomably rich Lucknow culture is. And how I will miss this place ... and that I am leaving it in a few months...

- Unknown relatives - and so many of them - so warmly welcome me - I don't know whether they know me - when I found some time alone I realized I should have smiled when they greeted me, perhaps.

- WOMEN - A lot of them, of all kinds. 

- A certain female. She was in a orange and gold - not my favorite colors, but she looked good. Beautiful, infact. She must be in her early 20's or something. Is she married? A strange thought just wanted the answer to that question to be HELL NO!

- Mehndi. Hmmm .. I like mehndi clad hands.

- Make-up. A lot of it. In insane excess. It was all around. There was no escaping those shades of pink. 

- A german couple. Both wearing Indian dresses. The girl was a class-mate of the bride. They were polite. They were interesting.

- **Food**. A lot of it. Chholey, nan, paneer, chowmein, vegitarian Kababs, chawal, icecream, gulab jamun, Rasmalai, mango-shakes ... in random order - I liked it. I almost always like food.

- The bridegroom smiling away. Boring.

- The bride arrives. Her eyes half closed. That large circular thing dangling from her nose. She is in red and gold. Somehow all women look good on their wedding day. Good to see she was actually smiling. 

P.S. - Females are a wierd, extremely attractive kind.  

- "Jaimal" - The bridegroom's friend pushing him, lifting him making it difficult for the bride to put the flowery thing around him. It finally happened . **Wierd unmentionable imaginations enter my mind.**

- The music, to my surprise was quite brilliant. The gazals, and the singers were amazing. **Ranjish hi sahi ..... ** 

"Knowing"

" We used to go up to the Catskill Mountains for vacations. In New York, you go the Catskill Mountains for vacations. The poor husbands had to go to work during the week, but they would come rushing out for weekends and stay with their families. On the weekends, my father would take me for walks in the woods. He often took me for walks, and we learned all about nature, and so on, in the process. But the other children, friends of mine also wanted to go, and tried to get my father to take them. He didn't want to, because he said I was more advanced.

So we went alone for our walk in the woods. But mothers were very powerful in those day's as they are now, and they convinced the other fathers that they had to take their own sons out for walks in the woods. So all fathers took all sons out for walks in the woods one Sunday afternoon. The next day, Monday, we were playing in the fields and this boy said to me, "See that bird standing on the stump there? What's the name of it?"
I said, "I haven't got the slightest idea."
He said, "It’s a brown-throated thrush. Your father doesn't teach you a thing!."
That evening I asked my father, why he never told me the name of the bird. He asked me, "What was the first thing you noticed about it?" 
"Well, it flies ... , which is kind of strange.... " , I answered.
Father replied with a wry smile, "It's a brown-throated thrush, but in Germany it's called a halsenflugel, and in Chinese they call it a chung ling and even if you know all those names for it, you still know nothing about the bird--you only know something about people; what they call that bird. Now that thrush sings, and teaches its young to fly, and flies so many miles away during the summer across the country, and nobody knows how it finds its way."
There is a difference between the name of the thing and what goes on."

This an anecdote from Mr. Richard P. Feynman's life. He was a physicist. I am not preaching science. This is just for those people who don't know enough about a certain thing, but consider themselves right in forming illogical opinions about it, coating the partial knowledge they have with figments of their own imaginations. Fine, even if forming opinions about just another thing you know "the name of" satisfies your ego, go ahead smart-asses! But don't try to preach your incomplete knowledge as if you are the ultimate authority.You might be diluting the essence of things.