Amuzed ...

Friday, December 23, 2005

Sometimes I think, that there are two different types of people, provided they read Calvin and Hobbes.

Some who think of Hobbes as a stuffed toy miraculously coming to life when no one but Calvin's around. Or, they might think of Hobbes as the product of Calvin's imagination.

And some others who when asked this question would respond, "What?"


In My Book ...

Monday, December 19, 2005


Sadness ...

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Sadness is mine, he was just a messenger
Oh how I'd cry, when I would.

Leaves of Autumn ...

Monday, December 05, 2005

Stray birds of summer come to my
window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which
have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sigh.

-- Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds.

Talk to her ...

Monday, December 05, 2005

Talk to her , by Pedro Almodovar was a lovely movie shown by collective chaos.

"I'd cry when I saw something that moved me, coz I couldn't share it with her."
Marcco Schulago says.