It seems so, brother! And Good Luck to them!
As my Airtel is dying (again!) I am might not continue with you guys any longer.
Parshant, I thank you for reminding me of a short story by a forgotten writer that I read in magazine at the Russian Cultural Centre, Delhi, when I was a 12th class student. I don't remember it verbatim, but I will try to quote a pessage of it as truthfully as possible:
Mountains don't like people. They want to be alone. But once they accept you as a friend, it is for life... I have been to cities, towns, countries...but I could always hear them, what they echoed in my ears when I last left them: When will you be back again, friend?
Good Night, brothers.
Mr. Goofy,
You Know..I find it fascinating to come across people who love to express themselves with words...and mere words...! Whether its because of your profession or inherent inclination towards expressionism or a simple liking for song "Words are all I have" or a combination of all of these..keep expressing yourself as innocuously as you did in your scotch post.. I appreciate that..
And as for your Mountains...bear with me, my interpretation...
"I hear the symphony of lonely ocean,
As the Sphinx guards gates of desert
Surround my passage into the sky
With the wide angle lens of your cursed eyes
The candle wax will born again
To kiss the darkness...
Till then...
I will be quiet in the times ahead
Being a prisoner of self in the realms of delusion"...
P.S- I don't Know how many of my friends here have a certain feel about Savant Sir's language...I mean..beyond that no-nonsense answers..purple color and hugely discussed dotz...Perhaps, I am being cranky or whatever..but I find it sort of free verse poetry in a strange but aesthetic kind of way...
Yeah..ok..I will shut my mouth now..