And as I wrote down the date on the answer sheet, I was cocksure it's 2nd May. What month is May? I counted May on my knuckles. It was month number five. [scoffs]. I felt a little overwhelmed. Have we completed a third of the year 2011 already? Where have I been messing around? And then things kind of unfurled. The World Cup proved to be the time machine this year. Indians whizzed past these four months of 2011 without batting an eyelid and without bowling a loosener. And then the IPL? Before I could get any more crickety or grasshoppery, I was wriggled off my mid-exam slumber by another bouncer; I am writing the last exam of my III year today. I am entering the final year of grad! Where have I been messing around? Nothing unfurled this time though.
My state of mind is best described by the movie, Shawshank Redemption, one of the best I chewed on amongst the many I pop corned on in these three years. The movie talked about a gamut of soul stirring revelations but the final conversation between Red (Morgan Freeman) and the jury that grants parole to prisoners, dazzled me. After serving 40 years in the Shawshank prison, when asked if he was sorry for what he did back then, Red replies,
"Not a day goes by that I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I look back at the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I wanna talk to that kid. I wanna talk some sense into him. Let him know the way things are. But I can't. That kid is long gone; this old man here is all that's left. I gotta live with that."
For Red and for many more prisoners who have spent a lifetime in prison, things haven't changed a bit cut their greys and wrinkles. For them, it's still hard to imagine that automobiles are no more countable entities and that a carriage belongs to a bygone era. They're a coterie who has seen nothing much to life than a cell and an infirmary. And after 40 years, they wonder what time took away from them and what it left for them, eventually; if at all time ever left something to somebody.
And as I finished my last exam of my III year of grad, Osama bin Laden I heard was killed. Quite a déjà vu that name brings. September 11. What month is September? You never count that month on your knuckles. It's a popular 9. A decade has died since that Kafkaesque day. A decade! Time! You just don't know what feathers it's made of. You just can't seem to catch hold of it. For not even a moment. As Red remarked, "Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright!" The so called justice that Obama says his government has brought to people, seems quite a hoodwink. 10 years to kill a man by a country that asserts itself to be more powerful than Viagra? Time and the fickle mindedness of people does be-fool us all again when we politicize the solace people might have gotten today and call it justice. But then it's fine! Obama's got to grab every little fish in the pond and pretend its majesty by hooking it with an anchor, if he wants a second term.
The Eagles wrote a song on September 11, 2001. The Eagles have always had eternal feathers. Nothing could fade away their music. Not even Time. The chorus runs:
There's a hole in the world tonight.
There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.
There's a hole in the world tonight.
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
My state of mind is best described by the movie, Shawshank Redemption, one of the best I chewed on amongst the many I pop corned on in these three years. The movie talked about a gamut of soul stirring revelations but the final conversation between Red (Morgan Freeman) and the jury that grants parole to prisoners, dazzled me. After serving 40 years in the Shawshank prison, when asked if he was sorry for what he did back then, Red replies,
"Not a day goes by that I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here or because you think I should. I look back at the way I was then. A young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I wanna talk to that kid. I wanna talk some sense into him. Let him know the way things are. But I can't. That kid is long gone; this old man here is all that's left. I gotta live with that."
For Red and for many more prisoners who have spent a lifetime in prison, things haven't changed a bit cut their greys and wrinkles. For them, it's still hard to imagine that automobiles are no more countable entities and that a carriage belongs to a bygone era. They're a coterie who has seen nothing much to life than a cell and an infirmary. And after 40 years, they wonder what time took away from them and what it left for them, eventually; if at all time ever left something to somebody.
And as I finished my last exam of my III year of grad, Osama bin Laden I heard was killed. Quite a déjà vu that name brings. September 11. What month is September? You never count that month on your knuckles. It's a popular 9. A decade has died since that Kafkaesque day. A decade! Time! You just don't know what feathers it's made of. You just can't seem to catch hold of it. For not even a moment. As Red remarked, "Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright!" The so called justice that Obama says his government has brought to people, seems quite a hoodwink. 10 years to kill a man by a country that asserts itself to be more powerful than Viagra? Time and the fickle mindedness of people does be-fool us all again when we politicize the solace people might have gotten today and call it justice. But then it's fine! Obama's got to grab every little fish in the pond and pretend its majesty by hooking it with an anchor, if he wants a second term.
The Eagles wrote a song on September 11, 2001. The Eagles have always had eternal feathers. Nothing could fade away their music. Not even Time. The chorus runs:
There's a hole in the world tonight.
There's a Cloud of fear and sorrow.
There's a hole in the world tonight.
Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.
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Wow, the song is perfect. And so is the title.
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