| Wow, I just noticed that Xanga started putting huge, ugly ads on the sides. I don't like it. I'm officially out.
We've had a good run (almost six years!) but you've changed, man. You've changed.
New blog should be coming up with new, more frequent posts... er, someday....
It'll be in my AIM profile when it does.
*thumbs-up*
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| Aaj Ek Harf ko, phir dhoondhta phirta hai Khayal...
Today again a thought goes hunting for a word.
A word filled with venom, sultry with honey,
heavy with love, and smashing with fury.
The word of love which is brilliant as a glance,
which greets the eye like a kiss on the lips,
bright as a summer river, its surface streaming
gold, joyous as the moment when the beloved
arrives for the appointed meeting.
The word of rage which is a ferocious blade that
brings down for all time the oppressor's
citadel. The word that is dark as the night of
a crematorium. The one, if I bring it to my
lips, would blacken them forever.
Today every instrument is forsaken by its melody,
and the singer's voice goes searching for its
singer. Today the chords of every harp are
shredded like a madman's shirt. Today the
people beg each gust of wind to bring any sound at
all, even a lamentation, even a scream of anguish,
or the last trump crying the hour of doom.
Today again a thought goes hunting for a word.
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz
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| "But I know many things I can't say. I know more than you."
"Yes. You do."
"But you will have a better time. Even with remorse you will have a better time."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, yes. That is true. Already I am only happy when I am working."
"You'll get over that."
"No. I only like
two other things; one is bad for my work and the other is over in half
an hour or fifteen minutes. Sometimes less."
"Sometimes a good deal less."
"Perhaps I have improved. You do not know. But there are only the two things and my work."
"You'll get other things."
"No. We never get anything. We are born with all we have and we never learn. We never get anything new. We all start complete."
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