Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Know My English

I don't think I do. Over years, it has become a mode of communication and I omit paying attention to detail as long as I can communicate what I want to. And now that I'm reading material from early 20th century, from Indian authors who were educated in the proper usage of the language, I perceive the limitations in my understanding of it. Knowing the complete meaning of a word holds more importance now than it has ever before.
Like how analysis means - 'the separating of any material or abstract entity into its constituent elements'. I missed the part about the breaking down into elements... I took it to mean something like 'studying the nature of something' which is not the whole meaning. And so you can understand why I was surprised when I realized synthesis was its opposite.

No wonder I'm finding it hard to understand what I'm currently reading. Need to brush up on my English.

Monday, May 10, 2010

"Man is Always a Slave to the Past"

Read this today. It was like a revelation. I knew it to be true. But actually reading it in as many words felt like an enlightenment of sorts. Not sure why that should be.
To be rid of influences from the past - is that even remotely achievable? A daunting thought. But only then can one react freely to any situation. Only then can there be novelty to life.

Stumbled upon words of JK and have been reading some of his works since. Come upon conflicting ideas - "through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection". Don't you need to do introspective dissection to understand the contents of ones mind? What am I missing?

Had a similar conversation with a friend recently where I insisted what he was putting forth was just a play on words. But is the truth really that I am missing some essential difference my head is too thick to perceive yet?

"Insight without any shadow of the past" - JK

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Lids lowered over translucent reflective eyes. Soft lashes skimming tender cheeks. Tiny lips pursed into a yawn. Fingers clutched into a harmless fist. Body wiggling like a hapless fish caught in a net. Mewling sounds from an exploring throat. The surrounding hush soothing. A babies sleep is potent enough to knock-out anyone watching over it.. a more relaxing sight have I yet to encounter.