Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Silver - Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Daffodils - William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Jai Ho! And Ho Jaye!
Bizarre. Overloaded. Technicolor. Chaotic. Golmaal. Jugaad. Chalta Hai.
You'd run out of words long before you'd run out of an India that all those words describe. And in not just one language, but many. Including SMS.
India is not a contradiction in terms. It sets the terms for all contradiction. It's the world's biggest and most energetic democracy, where people chuck out government as frequently as they chuck out their garbage. IT's a byword for immense wealth and terrible poverty, a realm of billionaires and beggards, the Mha Kumbh mela and mega malls, tantrics and Twitter.
Have you ever seen a large 'Commit No Nuisance' sign and a line of men standing under it and peeing? A state-of-the-art expressway with cows roaming across it? A train with more people sitting on the roofs of the coaches than passengers inside? A booze shop advertising 'Chilled Bear Served Hear'?
As we celebrate the 61st year of our raucous and irrepressible Republic, we invite you to share the sights and the sounds, the scenes and the surprises, that you feel make India, India. Join us in what we hope will be the biggest exercise ever in collective story-telling: A Day in the Life of India.
Jai Ho! And Ho Jaye!
You'd run out of words long before you'd run out of an India that all those words describe. And in not just one language, but many. Including SMS.
India is not a contradiction in terms. It sets the terms for all contradiction. It's the world's biggest and most energetic democracy, where people chuck out government as frequently as they chuck out their garbage. IT's a byword for immense wealth and terrible poverty, a realm of billionaires and beggards, the Mha Kumbh mela and mega malls, tantrics and Twitter.
Have you ever seen a large 'Commit No Nuisance' sign and a line of men standing under it and peeing? A state-of-the-art expressway with cows roaming across it? A train with more people sitting on the roofs of the coaches than passengers inside? A booze shop advertising 'Chilled Bear Served Hear'?
As we celebrate the 61st year of our raucous and irrepressible Republic, we invite you to share the sights and the sounds, the scenes and the surprises, that you feel make India, India. Join us in what we hope will be the biggest exercise ever in collective story-telling: A Day in the Life of India.
Jai Ho! And Ho Jaye!
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Best Is Yet To Be
For better or worse, through thick and thin,
I'll be there by your side
sharing the laughter and the tears
through life's uncertain ride.
We don't know what the future has
in store for you and me
but this I know, without a doubt,
the best is yet to be.
I'll be there by your side
sharing the laughter and the tears
through life's uncertain ride.
We don't know what the future has
in store for you and me
but this I know, without a doubt,
the best is yet to be.
Friday, December 10, 2010
President Thomas Whitmore in Independence Day
"Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. "Mankind." That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it's fate that today is the Fourth of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom... Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution... but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Fourth of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: "We will not go quietly into the night!" We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on! We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"
Ode to Valhalla - 13th Warrior
Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother.
And my sister and my brother
Lo, there do I see the line of my people
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them
In the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever.
Lo, there do I see my mother.
And my sister and my brother
Lo, there do I see the line of my people
Back to the beginning.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them
In the halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live forever.
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