Thursday, September 29, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Another one...
Of all the times that I walked the long road,
It is now, that I feel so lone.
Many-a-day have I spent beneath the bright sun
with only the length of my shadow marked all along.
Yet it is now that I feel so lone.
And when they came, along life's twisting lane,
and their shadows touched mine,
I wished -
that I wouldn't be alone.
And for all those shadows that slipped away,
and the waves that didn't care to stay,
I realize –
that I am alone.
And for all that I've ever wanted,
Being me is all that was granted,
And as the length of my life stretches on,
This too, I shall walk alone!
-- Moi.
Of all the times that I walked the long road,
It is now, that I feel so lone.
Many-a-day have I spent beneath the bright sun
with only the length of my shadow marked all along.
Yet it is now that I feel so lone.
And when they came, along life's twisting lane,
and their shadows touched mine,
I wished -
that I wouldn't be alone.
And for all those shadows that slipped away,
and the waves that didn't care to stay,
I realize –
that I am alone.
And for all that I've ever wanted,
Being me is all that was granted,
And as the length of my life stretches on,
This too, I shall walk alone!
-- Moi.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Alone by the sea.
If there was one good thing about the whole trip to Pondicherry, it most certainly was the time that I spent sitting on the rocks, watching the waves crash against them.
Not that sitting alone by the sea would change your perspective in life, usher in new meaning, or any of that new-age jazz. But there is an undeniable calmness to be found by the sea. It's at times like these that one really likes to be alone; To find company even in solitude. So I sat there, under the dark sky, late into the night; just me myself and the sound of the waves for company. And it still feels so nice.
If there was one good thing about the whole trip to Pondicherry, it most certainly was the time that I spent sitting on the rocks, watching the waves crash against them.
Not that sitting alone by the sea would change your perspective in life, usher in new meaning, or any of that new-age jazz. But there is an undeniable calmness to be found by the sea. It's at times like these that one really likes to be alone; To find company even in solitude. So I sat there, under the dark sky, late into the night; just me myself and the sound of the waves for company. And it still feels so nice.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Church of "Our Lady Of Immaculate Conception".
The Church Of "Our Lady of Immaculate Conception" has a history in these parts. It is one of the oldest Churches in Pondicherry. The old Mother at the church, told me that it was about 256 years old.
One of the main characteristics of this church, lies in its architecture. It has a mix of both the Portugese and French styles of architecture. While the outside reflects Portuguese influence, the innards of the church bear a French identity.
The Church Of "Our Lady of Immaculate Conception" has a history in these parts. It is one of the oldest Churches in Pondicherry. The old Mother at the church, told me that it was about 256 years old.
One of the main characteristics of this church, lies in its architecture. It has a mix of both the Portugese and French styles of architecture. While the outside reflects Portuguese influence, the innards of the church bear a French identity.
