... is definitely one of the most fascinating countries I have ever visited ... it was just so different; the people (always smiling, no matter what they are facing), the crowdiness (I will always remember the Sunday market outside Jama Masjid), the slowness (my sister called it "Indian Stretch Time"), the chaos (you do as they say, not by the rules), the randomness (haggling involves asking for 50% off original price --> walking away --> the shopkeeper calling you back and selling it at your price but with 50 rupees extra --> more head shaking --> deal closed), the poverty (a child offered to jump into a crazy waterfall for 50 rupees: 60p), the sense of hope (they will knock and knock on a car window for some changes), the sense of desperation (homes made out of cupboards, sheets of fabric) ...
It does have some awesome architectures (Taj Mahal, Agar Fort, Hawa Mahal, Humayan Tomb etc), interesting history (Mughal emperors, Hindi kings, British Indian Company, Gandhi, Pakistan), a certain degree of religious tolerance (from an outsider's point of view, although I have no doubt that it is debatable), exotic food (way tooooo spicy for me, but prawn curry at United Coffee House is awesome!), creative modes of transports (I have been on an elephant, a camel, a horse, a rickshaws, an auto, a very slow slow moving train, a bumpy 40 seats plane) and the most amazing massage ever (although it did involve a lot of flours and hot oils?!?!?)
I have also observed my own family in close quarter (I have not spent more than 5 days with my family in one go since 2003), got to know my brother-in-law, learned a tremendous amount about myself and having my habits and views challenged.
Rabindranath Tagore wrote a poem on Taj Mahal ~
"You know Shah Jahan,
life and youth, wealth and glory,
they all drift away in the current of time.
You strove therefore, to perpetuate only the sorrow of your heart
... Let the splendour of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish,
... Only let this one tear-drop,
this Taj Mahal glisten spotlessly bright
on the cheek of Time for ever and ever.
.... Oh king, you sought to harm time
with the magic of beauty and weave garland
that would blind formless death with deathless form...
This mausoleum stands still and unmoving in its place."
18 December 2007
05 December 2007
Never let me go ...
... is the title of a book by Kazuo Ishiguro and was very popular about a year or so ago ... I suppose we are all trying to find someone who will hold onto us, who will never never let us go, who are our anchors, stopping us from being swept away by this world. Yet, sometimes, as Tommy said in the book; "I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end, it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how I think it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever".
The desperation, the helplessness ... summaries so well of life in London ...
In the book, there is this idea of Norfolk being a lost corner, where all the lost property found in the world goes to ... If only such places do exist on this earth, so that "when we lost something precious, and we'd looked and looked and still couldn't find it, then we don't have to be completely heartbroken. We still had the last bit of comfort, thinking one day, when we were grown up, and we were free to travel around the country, we could always go and find it again in Norfolk".
This is, however, a dangerous ground to tread on, as during the process, we develop ways to cope with our losses; pretending, devaluing, decentralising, replacing ... and eventually, we do not even recognise the tremendous darkness of our losses ...
The desperation, the helplessness ... summaries so well of life in London ...
In the book, there is this idea of Norfolk being a lost corner, where all the lost property found in the world goes to ... If only such places do exist on this earth, so that "when we lost something precious, and we'd looked and looked and still couldn't find it, then we don't have to be completely heartbroken. We still had the last bit of comfort, thinking one day, when we were grown up, and we were free to travel around the country, we could always go and find it again in Norfolk".
This is, however, a dangerous ground to tread on, as during the process, we develop ways to cope with our losses; pretending, devaluing, decentralising, replacing ... and eventually, we do not even recognise the tremendous darkness of our losses ...
28 November 2007
Memories ...
... are powerful - you can distort it, relish it with happiness, relive it with anguish ... but can we ever unload its emotional impact? We may put on spectacles with tints of rainbow, viewing snaps of our lives in the colour we choose ... Yet, deep within, we still feel the pain and sometimes, the joy, it brings ...
Robinton Mistry wrote in "a fine balance"; " How much Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passage of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain".
Definitely a source of pain, but maybe sadness and happiness generate a different type of pain ...
Robinton Mistry wrote in "a fine balance"; " How much Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passage of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain".
Definitely a source of pain, but maybe sadness and happiness generate a different type of pain ...
15 November 2007
A man of wisdom ...
"Flatter me, and I may not believe you.
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I will not forget you.
Love me and I may be forced to love you.”
~ William Arthur Ward
This is definitely how I feel ... love and encouragment are impossible to refuse ... Is is true for you?
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I will not forget you.
Love me and I may be forced to love you.”
~ William Arthur Ward
This is definitely how I feel ... love and encouragment are impossible to refuse ... Is is true for you?
13 November 2007
Rainer Maria Rilke said ...
... For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
... Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
... Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
... Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
... Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
05 November 2007
marriage ...
... is probably the subject which I have been talking the most of this week ... it is emotionally draining ... I talked about it with my little sister, my friends, my patients ... sometimes you wonder how many "couple therapy" one can endure in a day ... it is strange in that those at the start of this life-long marathon sound so optimistic, so hopeful of what the future will bring ... next along the lines are those who have been married for a while, with their soles of sorrow, painful joints ... and at the end, there are those who have endured a quarter of a century together, with their broken promises, bottles of tears, glasses of misunderstanding shattered on the ground ...
... it does make you wonder ... but hey, some people do make it through intact and smiling ...
... it does make you wonder ... but hey, some people do make it through intact and smiling ...
04 November 2007
Jeff Buckley ...
... amazing version:
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah ...
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah...
03 November 2007
Time ...
... can be measured by the moving hands of a clock, as it ticks away the seconds, the minutes, the hours ... but what does one turn to when we reach the days, the months, the years ... do we refer to a calendar? or our diary? What is the mind map of our life on earth? If I ask you: "Where were you last year when they were showing the firework?", how will you search for that day in your mind ...
Some people may anchor it by their travels, "ahhh, I missed it as I was at the Big Apple"; or by their jobs/studies, "On-calls, on-calls, on-calls"; or by their relationships, "I watched it with my ex"; or by their feelings, "Very stressed out that day - can't remember what I thought of the firework"; or by our beliefs, "God seemed a distant memory then" ...
Maybe how we divide our lives, both in reality and in our minds, shows what has the uttermost prominence in our lives, but as C.S.Lewis said:
"The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is".
Some people may anchor it by their travels, "ahhh, I missed it as I was at the Big Apple"; or by their jobs/studies, "On-calls, on-calls, on-calls"; or by their relationships, "I watched it with my ex"; or by their feelings, "Very stressed out that day - can't remember what I thought of the firework"; or by our beliefs, "God seemed a distant memory then" ...
Maybe how we divide our lives, both in reality and in our minds, shows what has the uttermost prominence in our lives, but as C.S.Lewis said:
"The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is".
15 October 2007
"read my mind" ...
... is a song by The Killers and probably one of my favourite songs at the moment - it always brings a smile to my face when it plays on my ipod as I walk up towards the hospital in the glorious autumn sunshine ...
... it asks this question "Can you read my mind?" and one of the classic questions in Psychiatry is "do you think people can read your mind?" (for the non-medics: thought broadcast is one of Schneider's symptoms of first rank for schizophrenia). Most people just look at me as if I am mad ...
But how would one feel if people can truly read your mind? Most people will probably shrink from such an idea, as no one wants their inner thought to be known to all, as it may reveal how shallow/deep/lonely/envious/funny/sarcastic we are ... It also renders conversations to be meaningless (as you can read everything off a speech bubble and the conversation will take on so many tangles, spreading like a spider web). We all have listened to people revealing their deepest fears/latest invention/new-found-absolutely-can-do-no-wrongs-other-half, when we are secretly thinking what to order from the menu ...
Yet, what if we can select whom we reveal our thoughts to? What will happen then? Will it make life easier, more bearable? When we can "tell" a passerby how much we love their gorgeous blue shoes, our parents how much we appreciate their sacrifices, our friends how much our lives have shined because of their lights, the person how much we have liked them since the beginning of time, those we have hurt along the way how truly sorry we are ...
But as Dana Gioia wrote,
"So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead."
... it asks this question "Can you read my mind?" and one of the classic questions in Psychiatry is "do you think people can read your mind?" (for the non-medics: thought broadcast is one of Schneider's symptoms of first rank for schizophrenia). Most people just look at me as if I am mad ...
But how would one feel if people can truly read your mind? Most people will probably shrink from such an idea, as no one wants their inner thought to be known to all, as it may reveal how shallow/deep/lonely/envious/funny/sarcastic we are ... It also renders conversations to be meaningless (as you can read everything off a speech bubble and the conversation will take on so many tangles, spreading like a spider web). We all have listened to people revealing their deepest fears/latest invention/new-found-absolutely-can-do-no-wrongs-other-half, when we are secretly thinking what to order from the menu ...
Yet, what if we can select whom we reveal our thoughts to? What will happen then? Will it make life easier, more bearable? When we can "tell" a passerby how much we love their gorgeous blue shoes, our parents how much we appreciate their sacrifices, our friends how much our lives have shined because of their lights, the person how much we have liked them since the beginning of time, those we have hurt along the way how truly sorry we are ...
But as Dana Gioia wrote,
"So much of what we live goes on inside–
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters that we write our dead."
13 October 2007
flowers ...
~ by Wendy Cope
"Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly bought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly bought
have lasted all this while."
"Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly bought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly bought
have lasted all this while."
22 September 2007
Food ...
Today, I decided to write a really silly entries about food that I like ... to be honest, noone will be interested but it is kind of fun to make piles and piles of lists, which no one will read, except yourself a few years down the line ... always interesting to note how one has changed and the constancy in oneself can be reassuring too ...
So here it goes:
sushi in any form, except Octopus ones ... (and also unsure about all the raw and exotic fishes which I haven't tried)
tempura - how can anyone say "no" to that?!?
pasta in pretty much any sauce ~ I haven't found one which I don't like, but my favourite is probably spaghetti wrapped in a paper, with seafood and tomato sauce (I should pretend to be posh and use its Italian name, but sadly, my Italian is limited to "Ciao") ...
noodles - fried, in big swimmingly bowl, with way too much sauce (yep, some of you have seen me eating this one, and looked on in disbelief!), Pad Thai ... I can literally survive on noodles ...
dim-sum ~ except chicken feet ... some people will say that I am not Chinesey enough, but I just hate that thing ...
Shanghai cuisine & peking duck
chips ... sometimes, I just have to have it, no matter what I am having for the main course ... I quite like steaks & burgers too, especially when it is cold and rainy outside ...
chocolates, especially Green & Black Almonds ~ definitely saw me through finals!
ice-creams; Hagen Daze ~ I love to indulge myself at Hagen Daze at Leicester Square (I think I have taken most of my friends there!) ... the thought of walking in there with soooo many ice-cream to choose from is just sooo comforting ~ it is a bit liked Tiffany to Holly Golightly, although that is way more classy!
tea - absolutely adore it, earl grey, lady grey, strawberries, mint, mango, green, apple, jasminie etc etc, but I don't like Bush tea ... hmm ... and proper chinese tea (way too strong!)
cakes, of course chocolates one, closely followed by carrot cakes, cookies, banana bread, flap-jacks ... I also like crumbles ... basically, I will never say "no" to desert, unless it is sour!?!?
fishes - again, any kind, unless they are too meaty or bony ... also, love lobster, crab, prawns ... basically most seafood, except octopus & squid - I don't like chewy stuffs!
soups - I really like Covent Garden ones ~ it has recently become one of my stable diet during on-call, for lunch, and if I am too tired to cook ...
curries as long as it is not spicy; Indian, Thai, Japanese, Chinese ...
Basically, I eat everything ... just in case that you are planning to cook for me :)
May 2012
A slight update, as I have become a pescatarian since June last year. I actually can still eat most food on the list, except for peking duck and certain dim sum ... These are some foods I have found along the way ...
Butter squash and cranberries, courtesy of Whole Food
Quinoa salad
Frozen yoghurt with lots and lots of toppings
A prawn dish at Gambia ... the chef at the hotel felt sorry for my pescatarian status and just cooked me this gorgeous dish out of the blue!
So here it goes:
sushi in any form, except Octopus ones ... (and also unsure about all the raw and exotic fishes which I haven't tried)
tempura - how can anyone say "no" to that?!?
pasta in pretty much any sauce ~ I haven't found one which I don't like, but my favourite is probably spaghetti wrapped in a paper, with seafood and tomato sauce (I should pretend to be posh and use its Italian name, but sadly, my Italian is limited to "Ciao") ...
noodles - fried, in big swimmingly bowl, with way too much sauce (yep, some of you have seen me eating this one, and looked on in disbelief!), Pad Thai ... I can literally survive on noodles ...
dim-sum ~ except chicken feet ... some people will say that I am not Chinesey enough, but I just hate that thing ...
Shanghai cuisine & peking duck
chips ... sometimes, I just have to have it, no matter what I am having for the main course ... I quite like steaks & burgers too, especially when it is cold and rainy outside ...
chocolates, especially Green & Black Almonds ~ definitely saw me through finals!
ice-creams; Hagen Daze ~ I love to indulge myself at Hagen Daze at Leicester Square (I think I have taken most of my friends there!) ... the thought of walking in there with soooo many ice-cream to choose from is just sooo comforting ~ it is a bit liked Tiffany to Holly Golightly, although that is way more classy!
tea - absolutely adore it, earl grey, lady grey, strawberries, mint, mango, green, apple, jasminie etc etc, but I don't like Bush tea ... hmm ... and proper chinese tea (way too strong!)
cakes, of course chocolates one, closely followed by carrot cakes, cookies, banana bread, flap-jacks ... I also like crumbles ... basically, I will never say "no" to desert, unless it is sour!?!?
fishes - again, any kind, unless they are too meaty or bony ... also, love lobster, crab, prawns ... basically most seafood, except octopus & squid - I don't like chewy stuffs!
soups - I really like Covent Garden ones ~ it has recently become one of my stable diet during on-call, for lunch, and if I am too tired to cook ...
curries as long as it is not spicy; Indian, Thai, Japanese, Chinese ...
Basically, I eat everything ... just in case that you are planning to cook for me :)
May 2012
A slight update, as I have become a pescatarian since June last year. I actually can still eat most food on the list, except for peking duck and certain dim sum ... These are some foods I have found along the way ...
Butter squash and cranberries, courtesy of Whole Food
Quinoa salad
Frozen yoghurt with lots and lots of toppings
A prawn dish at Gambia ... the chef at the hotel felt sorry for my pescatarian status and just cooked me this gorgeous dish out of the blue!
17 September 2007
Is love enough?
... is a question I have been reflecting on recently ... if you have asked me about it a month ago, I would have echoed the whole room with a resounding "yes" ... but recently, I have had my doubts. One of the most fascinating aspects of psychiatry is that you are constantly confront with real life, but sometimes, the pains involved can be more than one can bear ...
I was on-call the other day, and at around 5am, I was bleeped by A&E about another overdosed patient (it is staggering the number of overdoses we see a day, so many unhappy people out there). Maybe it is the early morning - everything seems surreal in the hospital around that time ... but my joyful feeling zipped out of me the moment I laid eyes on her ... Yet, no matter how they make you feel, they are patients at the end of the day, so the psychatiry interview began ...
My patient overdosed on 40 antixiolytic, her 2nd attempts in less than 2 months. She adores her husband and children, and worries and loves were clearly written on their faces when they came to see her in the morning ... But all these are not enough to hold her back from the brim of darkness which has descended among her ... maybe sometimes, love is just not enough ... maybe William Somerset Maugham is right when he said "The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned." ...
I was on-call the other day, and at around 5am, I was bleeped by A&E about another overdosed patient (it is staggering the number of overdoses we see a day, so many unhappy people out there). Maybe it is the early morning - everything seems surreal in the hospital around that time ... but my joyful feeling zipped out of me the moment I laid eyes on her ... Yet, no matter how they make you feel, they are patients at the end of the day, so the psychatiry interview began ...
My patient overdosed on 40 antixiolytic, her 2nd attempts in less than 2 months. She adores her husband and children, and worries and loves were clearly written on their faces when they came to see her in the morning ... But all these are not enough to hold her back from the brim of darkness which has descended among her ... maybe sometimes, love is just not enough ... maybe William Somerset Maugham is right when he said "The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned." ...
08 September 2007
understanding those around you ...
... are difficult and I was talking about it to a friend today (well, I was ranting and he was listening!) ... We all aspire to understand our friends, our families, our loved ones, but can we? The amazing thing about being a Psychiatrist is that you gain access into people's lives and minds; they will tell you things which no one else knows; good and bad things (although to be honest, it is mainly the latter) painful events which happened in the past, unrequited love, their fears, their dreams ... sometimes, you talk to those closet to the patients, and they would not have a clue ... the patient could be ill for ages, and they would not have noticed or knew ...
That is not because they do not care, but how much we understand someone depends on how much the other person is willing to reveal ... and also, depends on our past experience, knowledge and emotions, as together, they will affect our ability to interpret the other person's actions, ideas, and ultimately our understanding of them ...
Alas, "If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations, of heartaches and of remorse as his own . . . how much kinder, how much gentler he would be (~ William Allen White)” will be a good starting point.
That is not because they do not care, but how much we understand someone depends on how much the other person is willing to reveal ... and also, depends on our past experience, knowledge and emotions, as together, they will affect our ability to interpret the other person's actions, ideas, and ultimately our understanding of them ...
Alas, "If each man or woman could understand that every other human life is as full of sorrows, or joys, or base temptations, of heartaches and of remorse as his own . . . how much kinder, how much gentler he would be (~ William Allen White)” will be a good starting point.
07 September 2007
Pablo Neruda ...
... I am going through one of my phases which I start to get obsessed with a poet ... this is another peom by Pablo Neruda which I love ... now I wish that I have paid more attention during my Spanish lesson, instead of getting a "D" in my GCSE mock and all I can say is "Hola. Me ilamo Carol. Vivo en Londres" ... it must be absolutely stunning in Spanish ...
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
05 September 2007
The Dead Woman ...
... by Pablo Neruda, is a poem quoted in "Truly, Madly, Deeply", which pretty much sums up this bittersweet film ....
"If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you no longer live,
I shall go on living.
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,
if you die.
I shall go on living.
For where a man has no voice,
there, my voice.
Where blacks are beaten,
I cannot be dead.
When my brothers go to prison
I shall go with them.
When victory,
not my victory,
but the great victory
comes,
even though I am mute I must speak;
I shall see it come even though I am blind.
No, forgive me.
If you no longer live,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you
have died,
all the leaves will fall in my breast,
it will rain on my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but
I shall stay alive,
because above all things
you wanted me indomitable,
and, my love, because you know that I am not only a man
but all mankind."
"If suddenly you do not exist,
if suddenly you no longer live,
I shall go on living.
I do not dare,
I do not dare to write it,
if you die.
I shall go on living.
For where a man has no voice,
there, my voice.
Where blacks are beaten,
I cannot be dead.
When my brothers go to prison
I shall go with them.
When victory,
not my victory,
but the great victory
comes,
even though I am mute I must speak;
I shall see it come even though I am blind.
No, forgive me.
If you no longer live,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you
have died,
all the leaves will fall in my breast,
it will rain on my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but
I shall stay alive,
because above all things
you wanted me indomitable,
and, my love, because you know that I am not only a man
but all mankind."
21 August 2007
Carol Ann Duffy ...
... is a poet who I read when I was a teenager, and I adored her ... But I haven't come across her again until today, when I found "Rapture" in a tiny bookshop at South Kensington. It was captivating, mostly in its simplicity and heart-aching beauty ...
World
"On the other side of the world,
you pass the moon to me,
like a loving cup,
or a quaich,
I roll you the sun.
I go to bed,
as you are getting up
on the other side of the world.
You have scattered the stars
towards me here, like seeds
in the earth.
All through the night,
I have sent you
bunches, bouquets of cloud
to the other side of the world;
so my love will be shade
where you are,
and yours,
as I turn in my sleep,
the bud of a star."
Give
"Give me, you said, on our very first night,
the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,
and when I returned, you listened, enthralled,
to the shadowy story I told.
Give me the river,
you asked the next night, then I'll love you forever.
I slipped from your arms and was gone,
and when I came back, you listened, at dawn,
to the glittering story I told.
Give me, you said, the gold
from the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed,
and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast
for the dazzling story I told.
Give me
the hedgerows, give me the fields.
I slid from the warmth of our sheets,
and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep,
you stirred at the story I told.
Give me the silvery cold
of the moon. I pulled on my boots and coat,
but when I came back, moonlight on your throat
outshone the pale story I told.
Give me, you howled,
on our sixth night together, the wind in the trees.
You turned to the wall as I left,
and when I came home, I saw you were deaf
to the blustering story I told.
Give me the sky, all the space
it can hold. I left you, the last night we loved,
and when I returned, you were gone with the gold,
and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields,
and this is the story I've told."
World
"On the other side of the world,
you pass the moon to me,
like a loving cup,
or a quaich,
I roll you the sun.
I go to bed,
as you are getting up
on the other side of the world.
You have scattered the stars
towards me here, like seeds
in the earth.
All through the night,
I have sent you
bunches, bouquets of cloud
to the other side of the world;
so my love will be shade
where you are,
and yours,
as I turn in my sleep,
the bud of a star."
Give
"Give me, you said, on our very first night,
the forest. I rose from the bed and went out,
and when I returned, you listened, enthralled,
to the shadowy story I told.
Give me the river,
you asked the next night, then I'll love you forever.
I slipped from your arms and was gone,
and when I came back, you listened, at dawn,
to the glittering story I told.
Give me, you said, the gold
from the sun. A third time, I got up and dressed,
and when I came home, you sprawled on my breast
for the dazzling story I told.
Give me
the hedgerows, give me the fields.
I slid from the warmth of our sheets,
and when I returned, to kiss you from sleep,
you stirred at the story I told.
Give me the silvery cold
of the moon. I pulled on my boots and coat,
but when I came back, moonlight on your throat
outshone the pale story I told.
Give me, you howled,
on our sixth night together, the wind in the trees.
You turned to the wall as I left,
and when I came home, I saw you were deaf
to the blustering story I told.
Give me the sky, all the space
it can hold. I left you, the last night we loved,
and when I returned, you were gone with the gold,
and the silver, the river, the forest, the fields,
and this is the story I've told."
20 August 2007
Albert Camus ...
... When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him; and you are torn by the thought of the unhappiness and night you cast, by the mere fact of living, in the hearts you encounter.
~ one of the most intense philosophers from the West, but with some original ideas and to-the-point analysis of human natures (albeit towards the dark side) ...
~ one of the most intense philosophers from the West, but with some original ideas and to-the-point analysis of human natures (albeit towards the dark side) ...
14 August 2007
The kite runner ...
... by Khaled Hosseini is a pretty amazing book. Every page spurs you onto the next, but it is an intense and emotionally draining run. It is about a Pashtun boy (Amir) and his relationship with his father (Baba) and childhood Hazaran "friend" (Hassan), set in the turbulent time of Afghanistan. It is about about love that doesn't count the costs, about the haunting nature of unforgettable memory, about the everyday sweetness of an innocent childhood, about years of hidden secrets, about forgiveness to others and yourself, about goods vs evils ... One of the most touching aspects of the book is that despite how flawed each character is, there is so much goodness in them, so much capacity to love, and how hard they try to love, to be good ... Some people think that it is a book about redemption (to rectify a mistake, "a way to be good again"), but if one bases the sole motivation of Amir bringing Sohrab back to America on that, it lessens the importance of the act. Ultimately, there is more at work than gulit in ones' live ~ our human desire for kindness and love, to bring joy and happiness to those around us, and maybe even a "for you, a thousand times over" person ...
10 August 2007
Hope ...
... is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune ~ without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
Sometimes, we all need something to hold onto ... but I adore the last sentence ~ hope never demands anything from us, but faith in those around you, in the world, in goodness, in love and ultimately, in God ...
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune ~ without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
Sometimes, we all need something to hold onto ... but I adore the last sentence ~ hope never demands anything from us, but faith in those around you, in the world, in goodness, in love and ultimately, in God ...
04 August 2007
being happy ...
... is kinda strange, or to be precise, people's perception of your happiness. This week, I got voted as the happiest house-officer at my hosptial and had a call from my old SHO (my immediate boss) who was really sweet and said that "thank you for being so happy". I was speechless on both occasions, as the last 7 months has probably been one of the hardest time I have ever experienced (those of you who know me will say that I have a easy life, but there you are). The interesting thing is that there is nothing I can pinpoint as the precipitating cause, although many factors can be identified as perpetuating factors ... somehow, I was just lost in the midst of my hectic life, drifting along, and not quite sure what is going on ...
... it is not that I am depressed, or sad, and most days, I am content, but deep within, a clouds has descended into my horizon, with rainy showers every once-in-a-while to obscure the view ... Yet, as one of my friends said that you only learn when you are challenged ... and I have gained alot along the way, about responsibilty, myself, my weakness, my faith, what matters, what I want, what I don't want, the reality, the world with all its goodness and sadness ... and there is still so much to learn ... In a way, some would argue that you can only truly embrace happiness, when you know what is on the other side of the rainbow ...
... it is not that I am depressed, or sad, and most days, I am content, but deep within, a clouds has descended into my horizon, with rainy showers every once-in-a-while to obscure the view ... Yet, as one of my friends said that you only learn when you are challenged ... and I have gained alot along the way, about responsibilty, myself, my weakness, my faith, what matters, what I want, what I don't want, the reality, the world with all its goodness and sadness ... and there is still so much to learn ... In a way, some would argue that you can only truly embrace happiness, when you know what is on the other side of the rainbow ...
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