Monday, September 6, 2010

Rains and Cats

Its raining cats and dogs here.
Ofcourse its just an expression,but I really wish I had a cat here. somehow , these things called "cats" they love me , for simple things. Very simple things.
Just brush their forehead with two or three fingers..thats enough. That little amount of affection , care, human touch is enough for them I think.
They will ask you for more too!!
And the way they close their eyes while you do it , it just gives you the feel as if you are lulling a baby to sleep. And I can never sing or lull .damn sure, I can sure wakeup any baby with my voice.
But this is tough. having a Cat , or infact or any pet animal for a momentarily pleasure is good. But always the worry is , what will happen of this poor baby ( i mean a cat here) when I am away!! who will feed it? who will put a diaper ? (i dont like them shitting all my computer and beds ) And worst...how can it mate ? and then what to do of its kitten ??
With small affections comes huge responsibilities and burdensome bondings.
So no cats.
No pets.
Let it rain. I will see. I wish all the cats in this world are sleeping comfortable at this moment and finding some warmth somewhere.
If only a cat can read this blog and understand how much I miss you at this moment!!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

The English Patient

Why again ? 
Why do you try again?
Like a typical scene in a melodramatic scene, I ask my image in the mirror.
"Haven’t you had enough of blogging ? And haven’t you got tired of deleting them? And restarting and re-deleting and re re starting and re re re re...deleting? "
YESSSSSSSSSSS I 'VE GOT TIRED
I wish I could scream.
But it’s late in night and the lady-with-a-sweet-voice living upstairs (will tell about her later) seems to be in deep sleep.  And the watchman outside our flats is whistling to say he is still awake.
So considering all these, I could not scream.

Writing a full novel in English is a dream. A dream like that of a child's ambition to touch the skies, while he can’t even make a paper-rock
But dream is a dream. It won’t die until the body dies. So this dream keeps me do the same mistake again and again. And here I am to practice my writing, in English.
  I have always been wounded at this and also comparing myself with heavily burnt / scalded Ralph Fiennes, I took this name to my blog.
Ahh.. What a movie...The English Patient... the opening shot itself is a beauty. Shadow of a flying plane, moving over terrains of sand which look like the curves of a woman!!! Will write about the movie sometime.