Category: El Eye Ef Ee
6 Sep 2013
Posted by Oblivion in
Poetry
& El Eye Ef Ee
| 3:01pm
when you were too frail
in flesh, skull and bone
they, as you saw them, held you
caringly helped you stand up
and taught you to walk and run
so that, a card as you are,
when the kings and aces trample
you don't get beaten and blown
but rise after every fall
and now, when you,
strong, having aged, and firm
help a few frail ones, yourself
you see them, the old ones, falling
one. by one. by one. and one
pride will not see you through
this game of cards, you will lose
and each one, when he leaves,
leaves you more naked
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6 Jul 2013
Posted by Oblivion in
Poetry
& El Eye Ef Ee
| 12:11am
The Pageturners’ final list is up (for Across the Ages anthology). Nice to have made it. Now waiting to see it in print.
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1 Jan 2013
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 1:18am
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29 Sep 2011
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 4:14pm
twoninezeroninetwozerooneone
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28 Dec 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 12:51pm
May there be more light at the end of the tunnel, or fewer tunnels at the end of the light!
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14 Dec 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 12:11am
...for, it's the fag end of this year!
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2 Oct 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 6:32pm
Impasse. I've lost it.
I'm making the most outrageous move in life.
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30 Sep 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 4:00am
twoninezeroninetwozeroonezero
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20 Sep 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 7:42pm
I rarely found a more beautiful reference to the paradox of fate than this line (in Telugu).
choosenduku achamgaa mana bhaashe anipistunnaa aksharamu ardham kaani ee vidhi raata
Simple words, profound, lyrical. (Thanks to Seetarama Sastri sir)
I wish I could translate it as beautifully into English (I even wonder if it could be written as beautifully in English), but roughly it translates to this:
even as it appears to be exactly in our language, yet not even a letter is comprehensible
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16 Jul 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 2:47pm
The road was damp. It just stopped raining. The bird fluttered its wings and took to the skies. The leaves drooped with the weight of rain. The baby cried, aching for a reassuring hug from its mother. The flower dropped to the ground, to be crushed by the speeding wheels of the car. The young man behind the wheels jived to the music. The Sun tried in vain to peer through the dark clouds. It would rain again. It was a gentle breeze but it was strong enough to blow the weary leaf off the branch. It would fall. The rain would, too. The buds would bloom.
Sid looked, as he walked, at the clouds. It will rain. Some will dance. Some will die.
There's no knowing when life beats you. Vulnerability is the true measure of strength.
"Guess it comes down to a simple choice really. Get busy living, or get busy dying"
- Andy, Shawshank Redemption
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22 May 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 10:31pm
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24 Feb 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 5:32am
Act I
Characters:
1.Self
2.Life
A slip from the edge of a cliff. Life drives the direction of the fall. Self resists. Hopes for the chute to open.
It ends.
Act II
Characters:
1.Life
Self, the fictitious entity, has been evicted. Life takes over. The free fall is on. Now... wherever it takes...
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17 Feb 2010
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 2:03pm
Things must go wrong with him. There's no other way. All he gets is to chat with her, and then it all hangs at the mercy of the connection. And it goes bust at a most decisive moment.
It shows her offline. His messages don't reach her. He stares at the screen helplessly. She signs back in. Wasting no moment, he types... clicks send. And he sends more messages...
xxxx (her name)
xxxx
xxxx. pls talk
am sorry, i ws upset...
wanted to write u... obviously can't be a blog post... when u suggested i put it on blog, i was upset... am sorry, xxxx
pls talk'
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxx
i am sorry. plssss talk
xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxx
xxxx
xxxx
xxxx
Not connected - [xxxx. i'm sorry, xxxx. pls talk]
Now he realises that he is offline! He quickly ups the connection. But he's a tad too late. She has gone offline!
Bad things happen in threes, according to probability. With him, though, they happen in hundreds, continuously, and with infallible precision. When even the most bitter cynicism fails, one starts laughing at himself.
While at it, a nice quote (about bad luck): "It floats around. Has to land on somebody. Say a storm comes through. Some folks sit in their living rooms and enjoy the rain. The house next door gets torn out of the ground and smashed flat. It was my turn, that's all."
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29 Sep 2009
Posted by Oblivion in
El Eye Ef Ee
| 2:42pm
twoninezeroninetwozerozeroeight
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