chapter 1: A Dream

The fort stood tall and imposing , yet tucked away from view of many a prying eye......it lay solid and strong, a huge chunk carved out of the mountain, the world around ignorant of its magnetic presence , all except the sea whose waves crashed in onto its alluring depths , blocking the stony path that leads into its mysterious interiors.
it had been there for ages, the master work of the searing waves, polished to perfection by years of moving water, chiselling out large crevices , moulding the giant pillars and forming a maze beneath the towering columns. The walls were tall and hid the dim interiors from view, but the water rose above them and spilt over into the inner sanctum of the fort , which held the water in a deep, stagnant abyss...there was an eerie silence around with the fall of the gushing water richochetting off the massive stone walls.....
the only path that gained entrance to the fort was long buried by the waves...yet when the tide was low, the waters parted , as if torn apart by an invisible hand... and the stony path emerges into view...

Destiny

Is it my fate that the crystal holds?
or is what it holds my fate?

I look at the sun,breathing out fire,
so stern in its life, biding its time
and say ' it is destined'.

Then I look at the birds, free in their paths
not bound to the earth, flying in will,
and say 'it is we who destine'.

When things go wrong, luck deserts
I curse God for steering me so
when success shines, luck stays by
I praise myself for my deeds

Do we live out a life,crafted before
by some hand, mighty and strong.
or do we live out our life, do our deeds
and the hands of time take it down so.

Top Ten

The ten best books i have read so far. care has been taken to select books from all genres.
the numbering depicts just the order of remembrance and not priority.

1) Pride and Prejudice by jane austen-a good love story
2) The house of the seven gables by nathaniel hawthorne- a captivating story said in strong words
3) The Alchemist by paulo coelho- inspirational
4) To kill a mocking bird by harper lee- light hearted
5)Wuthering heights by emily bronte( or charlotte ..dont remember which)- strong characters set in a slightly bitter atmosphere
6)The da vinci code by dan brown- fact Vs fiction
7)The murder on the orient express by agatha christie- good mystery where the end is beyond guess
8) The scarlet Pimpernal by baroness orczy- a love story set in aristocratic circles with a touch of dare in it
9) The taming of the shrew by william shakespeare(only the non detailed)- comedy
10) Harry potter and the order of the phoenix- no description needed

The Human Junkyard

Things seem a long time back....maybe thats because time isnt as fast as it used to be then.....I could never think of spending so much time in contemplation back then...when my time was so valuable to me that i named a price for anyone who wanted a share of it....there were a lot of takers too...Today I saw her walking with someone else ....by the treelined avenue that she very much loved but where i never cared to share a walk with her...I am too wise to be jealous now so i admit he looked far more handsome and younger than me...she looked blooming too and the pink in her cheeks showed that she was happy....atlast!!not that i am depressed...she herself told me once that if i left her she would find a better guy in two months.....she wasnt the sensitive sort....i loved her the more for this practical way of thought,she never cared too much for anything.....but there were times when i wished she cared a bit more for me!! it was five years before,during one of the rare occasions when i did walk with her,that we crossed this place ...i didnt know what it was then....i threw the empty popcorn box into the seemingle abandoned space...she asked me if i knew what place lay beyond the rusty gates....it was a graveyard......being at the peak of arrogance then i replied in my characteristic way that there wasnt a better place to throw waste in because this was a human junkyard......just a patch of fertile soil where generations have blended into the dirt. she said with a slight shudder " you should atleast respect the dead... they will turn in their graves if they hear you calling them junk". i laughed that characteristic laugh of mine, nothing less of a snort, and said " anything in this world, once it loses its life, has lost its utility and can be called junk".... she left it at that..... it was this arrogance that took me to where i am now.... i did not heed the doctor's warning... i would never admit i was ill ...and when he adviced caution and care, to take things in a slow pace, i grew more frantic, put in more effort....i thought i could win over death, like i had stomped through the other competitors in my life...but death new its job well and soon absorbed me into its abyss.....today as i lay in my grave, she was passing through the gates, rusty gates as always, the thin wall of separation between the living and the dead,when i heard her say to her companion with a loud laugh " know what, the other guy i told you about used to call this a human junkyard...never had a care for other lives around him... and now that he rests in one of its deep pits it has become a junkyard"..... the guy joined her in her laugh and put his arm over her shoulder as they walked past the gates.......and i turned in my grave!

today

today was a very fine day
when everything went my way!!

One

In all the hurry i forgot, my baby blog turned one this june 9th!!

non sense

Staring at the computer screen for hours can afflict intense strain on your eyes ...even the fact that there is an exam tomorrow and this drastic measure is required is not justifiable when it boils down to one's eyes. still more than five hours of staring can take its toll on one and one should diversify one's resources elsewhere.that is where the concept of having a blog seems an excellent option.