My PDMS films were sun-bathing (read, being UV treated) and I was strolling in the lab. A rhythmic quatrain from a recent movie just crossed my mind... "Kache ele tomake chena jayna... japsa hoye jao... Joto dure jao, sposto hoye otho..."
(For my non-bong friends, a translation sans the beauty: You seem obscure when we are together... the farther you go, the more vivid you are... )
Amazingly beautiful words to capture the essence of relationships.
The closer we are to a person, the more we see the imperfections. A little distance, a little space works wonders, we can appreciate the person as an entity, and the relation seems so complete. I feel this now, when I stay away from my family and loved ones. Home seems like paradise, but yes, from this distance. Why are dreams so beautiful? Because they are distant. I always feel that there should be some unfulfilled dreams, that will give some meaning to life.
Isn't it somewhat similar to what we learn about a converging lens in Optics, or the concept of length-scale in modeling or the craters on the moon or may be Hiesenberg's uncertainty principle?
Yes, I have gone crazy... my experiments are not working, I just realized that I have spent almost an year in US with no results...
Or may be because it's just the way I am, I take little things to heart, give importance to people who are not worth it; I try to be logical but I am so damn sensitive!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Inspired by Neelesh
Yes, I started blogging again (at 2:52 am EST, 06/10/10 to be precise) !!
An old friend from the other side of the world, just reminded me of blogs and that I should start writing again. I do have a lot of things dumped in my head/heart and I really need to keep a track of them... getting old you know; my memory is fading.
The best thing that happened to me in the last couple of months was on an Amtrak train trip. I happened to sit beside a friendly American lady. I don't exactly remember how our conversation started... probably she asked me where's the restroom. Anyways, I felt good while introducing myself, a poor "PhD" student of Chemical Engineering (and yes, I felt like a kid once again). Readers of this blog, please don't freak out at the level of details; I am just trying to keep some facts recorded, so that I can recollect the feelings (FYI, my only dream now is to be a fiction-writer someday). Oh yes, I noticed this simple yet elegant wedding ring on her frail finger too.
She introduced me to her companions (as friendly as herself) and spoke her job in the Social Security office. She had never gone to college but she had a certain sophistication and a pleasant air about her. She was on a vacation to somewhere in Florida to meet her friend's octogenarian aunt, who loves visiting casinos. She spoke about her three children and her wish to go to college someday (Obama has made education free for moms, getting back to school). Finally, we found something in common, yes! we both loving cooking in general and desserts in specific. And then, she started talking about her husband, who expired 3 years back.
Honestly, I lack the words to pen down my feelings; readers, spare me for lacking literary skills. Her loneliness, her nostalgic words still resonate in my mind... "I am lucky to have married the right man, so cheerful, so full of life, I never realized that he was unwell for the most of our married life... When he passed away, and I was signing all documents, I felt as if a part of him was taken away from me... I guess that's what happens when you are so much in love, that you become one, and you miss that other half of yours".
The next morning was pretty much silent; I wonder if it's the divinity of night that makes us mortals so romantic. But I couldn't console her, I couldn't say that everything's gonna be okay someday. Ms Norma Price was 74, married since the last 48 years.
An old friend from the other side of the world, just reminded me of blogs and that I should start writing again. I do have a lot of things dumped in my head/heart and I really need to keep a track of them... getting old you know; my memory is fading.
The best thing that happened to me in the last couple of months was on an Amtrak train trip. I happened to sit beside a friendly American lady. I don't exactly remember how our conversation started... probably she asked me where's the restroom. Anyways, I felt good while introducing myself, a poor "PhD" student of Chemical Engineering (and yes, I felt like a kid once again). Readers of this blog, please don't freak out at the level of details; I am just trying to keep some facts recorded, so that I can recollect the feelings (FYI, my only dream now is to be a fiction-writer someday). Oh yes, I noticed this simple yet elegant wedding ring on her frail finger too.
She introduced me to her companions (as friendly as herself) and spoke her job in the Social Security office. She had never gone to college but she had a certain sophistication and a pleasant air about her. She was on a vacation to somewhere in Florida to meet her friend's octogenarian aunt, who loves visiting casinos. She spoke about her three children and her wish to go to college someday (Obama has made education free for moms, getting back to school). Finally, we found something in common, yes! we both loving cooking in general and desserts in specific. And then, she started talking about her husband, who expired 3 years back.
Honestly, I lack the words to pen down my feelings; readers, spare me for lacking literary skills. Her loneliness, her nostalgic words still resonate in my mind... "I am lucky to have married the right man, so cheerful, so full of life, I never realized that he was unwell for the most of our married life... When he passed away, and I was signing all documents, I felt as if a part of him was taken away from me... I guess that's what happens when you are so much in love, that you become one, and you miss that other half of yours".
The next morning was pretty much silent; I wonder if it's the divinity of night that makes us mortals so romantic. But I couldn't console her, I couldn't say that everything's gonna be okay someday. Ms Norma Price was 74, married since the last 48 years.
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