Sunday, March 28, 2004
My Favourite lines from all movies bar none!
So, if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You now a lot about him I bet. Life's work, political aspirations, the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. I've seen that. If I asked you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and you've been laid a few times. But you can't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. If I asked you about war, you'd probably throw a sonnet right at me, right? Once more, until the bridge, dear friends. But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you'd quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and be totally vulnerable. Known that someone can level you with her eyes. Feeling that God had put an angel on earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have that love for her to be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hoursdidn't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent, confident man: I see a cheeky, scared, shitless kid. But you're a genius, noone denies that. Noone could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who your are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that incapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because, you know what: I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fucking book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified about what you might say. Your move, Chief.
So, if I asked you about art you could give me the skinny on every art book ever written...Michelangelo? You now a lot about him I bet. Life's work, political aspirations, the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. I've seen that. If I asked you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites, and you've been laid a few times. But you can't tell me how it feels to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. If I asked you about war, you'd probably throw a sonnet right at me, right? Once more, until the bridge, dear friends. But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you'd quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and be totally vulnerable. Known that someone can level you with her eyes. Feeling that God had put an angel on earth just for you. And you wouldn't know how it felt to be her angel. To have that love for her to be there for her forever. Through anything, through cancer. You wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hoursdidn't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you and I don't see an intelligent, confident man: I see a cheeky, scared, shitless kid. But you're a genius, noone denies that. Noone could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who your are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that incapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that, because, you know what: I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fucking book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you sport? You're terrified about what you might say. Your move, Chief.
Saket, 7:17 PM
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Ennui again?!
My mom thinks it is rude to tell people that you are bored or to show any sign of "ennui".... I dont know what the deal with that is but today I am just feeling a lil tired in life. I am generally a pretty stable and reasonably happy person but there are some things that make me feel weird whenever I ponder over them. I keep reminding myself of something my mom always tells me... We are like ants in this universe and that the problems that any one ant has, has absolutely no significance to the world at large. All the pearls of wisdom that I get from my ancestors and that I hope to append to and pass on to my kids and hope they remember these things when they are feeling blue!
I just returned last week from a superb trip to Seattle... I really liked the place. I wish the place, where I decide to spend my life is like Seattle... alive and stunning! The strange part was that you'd expect to see lots of Indians in Seattle. But strangely enough, I hardly saw 2-3 of them on any given day. I am guessing they must all be working hard in their offices with little time to visit malls or the tourist spots there.
I have a feeling that my lack of enthusiasm in life has something to do with the fact that nothing that I do now, can really match the high's of last week. Well what can i say?!
My mom thinks it is rude to tell people that you are bored or to show any sign of "ennui".... I dont know what the deal with that is but today I am just feeling a lil tired in life. I am generally a pretty stable and reasonably happy person but there are some things that make me feel weird whenever I ponder over them. I keep reminding myself of something my mom always tells me... We are like ants in this universe and that the problems that any one ant has, has absolutely no significance to the world at large. All the pearls of wisdom that I get from my ancestors and that I hope to append to and pass on to my kids and hope they remember these things when they are feeling blue!
I just returned last week from a superb trip to Seattle... I really liked the place. I wish the place, where I decide to spend my life is like Seattle... alive and stunning! The strange part was that you'd expect to see lots of Indians in Seattle. But strangely enough, I hardly saw 2-3 of them on any given day. I am guessing they must all be working hard in their offices with little time to visit malls or the tourist spots there.
I have a feeling that my lack of enthusiasm in life has something to do with the fact that nothing that I do now, can really match the high's of last week. Well what can i say?!
Saket, 6:46 PM
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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Wonderful trip to Chicago
So I finally made a trip to Chicago yesterday. It's a journey that was long overdue because I landed in the US on O'Hare about two years ago and it was the mid-way point on every trip I made anywhere. But as fate would have it I never went to any of the touristy sight-seeing places in Chicago.
Yesterday I went there and finally did some of the things that can only be done if you are in Chicago. I first headed to the Art Insitutite of Chicago . I somehow found out that the greatest number of Monet's are housed in the Art Institute. And boy was I pleased... Monet's Pissaro's Picasso's Gauguins Degas... just about any famous artist you can name had an entry there. I am still pondering over whether I should go back to India for a job, but things such as these trips are just not possible in India. I mean I know that I just have no idea about good Indian art and I am probably more familiar with these artists and paintings because they make the news more often... I dont know...
Then we, (Nivedita) and I walked down to Navy Pier. That wasnt the most prudent of decisions as such because it was farther away than we imagined, and the cold weather didnt help either. Took some photos there, moved around the city in the free trolley.
If you wanna see pics from this trip they are located here.
So I finally made a trip to Chicago yesterday. It's a journey that was long overdue because I landed in the US on O'Hare about two years ago and it was the mid-way point on every trip I made anywhere. But as fate would have it I never went to any of the touristy sight-seeing places in Chicago.
Yesterday I went there and finally did some of the things that can only be done if you are in Chicago. I first headed to the Art Insitutite of Chicago . I somehow found out that the greatest number of Monet's are housed in the Art Institute. And boy was I pleased... Monet's Pissaro's Picasso's Gauguins Degas... just about any famous artist you can name had an entry there. I am still pondering over whether I should go back to India for a job, but things such as these trips are just not possible in India. I mean I know that I just have no idea about good Indian art and I am probably more familiar with these artists and paintings because they make the news more often... I dont know...
Then we, (Nivedita) and I walked down to Navy Pier. That wasnt the most prudent of decisions as such because it was farther away than we imagined, and the cold weather didnt help either. Took some photos there, moved around the city in the free trolley.
If you wanna see pics from this trip they are located here.
Saket, 6:04 PM
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Sunday, March 14, 2004
Saket, 5:29 PM
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