Friday 20 April 2012

"Hello"

Say that "Hello" to me, wake me up from the sleep,
I had been sleeping for a long, long night,
the night has passed by, and the dawn is here
I looked around, but you're not there.
My angel, someone from the history,
I see you through my shut eyes, everyday,
that faint image of you in my thoughts, melts me,
takes me to other side,

Would you care telling me, 'cause this remains a mystery, 
Why the "Hello" sounded so familiar,
Is that why I knew you're someone from the past,
Now when I can't find you in the present, we are halves,
the destiny awaits, we're still not there,

Hey, there, did I see you, yes it's you,
Don't make me run, don't you hide now,
I'll follow you, till the end of time,
And then I'll make you mine,
You'll always be near.




Thursday 12 April 2012

A few of my favorite quotes/dialogues from a movie very close to my heart

Patricia: You know the worst thing for a parent... second after losing a child? Watching your child head for the same life you had. You can't stop it. It's a terrible, helpless feeling. Makes you angry all the time. And I've been angry. For a very long time. I'm exhausted. 
Holly Kennedy: Do you think we'll ever see dad again? 
Patricia: No sweetheart, never. So you have to stop waiting. 


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“Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.” 
― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You


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Holly Kennedy: All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesnt matter if its a work of art or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, out side of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?
Gerry Kennedy: Yeah... you're saying you want to paint socks.
Holly Kennedy: Maybe!


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Holly Kennedy: That's a real honest to goodness couple right there. They've probably been together since the flood. 
Daniel Connelly: We're so arrogant, aren't we? So afraid of age, we do everything we can to prevent it. We don't realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone. Someone who doesn't drive you to commit murder or doesn't humiliate you beyond repair. 


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“What a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted” 
― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You


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Sharon McCarthy: You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.


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“She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.” 
― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You


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“On the other hand, she was a women with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led. 
In the meantime, she would just live.” 
― Cecelia Ahern, P.S. I Love You


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Gerry's last letter to Holly
Dear Holly, I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean, you’re out buying icecream and you’ll be home soon. I have a feeling this is gonna be the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me, how you’ve changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful, literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you’ll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I’m just a chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one: Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. 


P.S. I will always love you. 


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Patricia: So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if were all alone, then were all together in that too.


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Holly's thoughts at the end of the movie
Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. 


P.S... Guess what? 

Tuesday 3 April 2012

"From the past"



The three days old flowers on the bedside had started to dry. Even though I kept telling the nurse everyday to water them properly, and she did, I continued to contemplate if had she been a little more careful about the time and the quantity of water, they could last one more day. The day was coming to an end and there was no sign of him today as well.

I tried to pull the curtains from the window and saw that the moon was rising and sun was setting at the same time. The sky was patched, orange, blue and bright red, all mixed up to create as if the colour of gloom, the colour of my empty heart. My eyes were stuck at the door, I almost imagined him knocking at the door and startling me with another white rose bouquet in his hands, hiding his angelic wrinkled face under the disappearing grey hair mound. In the last two days and today, every time someone opens the door, I trace the corridor outside to look for him, find him somewhere, but the door gradually shuts leaving me feel more paralytic than ever. My longing to stand up on my feet and run down the hospital stairs in my gown grows humungous, but I know that I can’t get up, and all I can do is to wait., wait endlessly till he really does come and knocks me out of my heart, sweep me off my feet and love me like no one does.

“Aunty, it’s time for your physiotherapy, the physiotherapist is here.” the nurse said to me. It was a good hospital, and the caretakers were good too. But they did not belong to me. There were many patients in the hospital, and quite a few in its Neuro ward. The nurses and the wardboys worked like machines with no tangible emotions, their faces made of stone, expressionless even at the sight of blood and they react in the most inhuman way when they see someone in pain. I asked the nurse about him yet another time to get the same answer and I bit my pillow cover to vent my frustration and misery.

“May be he has forgotten me, or he had some work. Didn’t he tell me he would be travelling this whole week?” I was trying to remember my last conversation with him. He had come three days earlier with the usual white rose bouquet. He sat with me the whole day and we talked about life, my disease and the treatment. We even joked about the MS (Medical Superintendent) and his long white beard. He told me how he was doing all his housework by himself because his wife wasn’t keeping too well health-wise and his housemaid had ditched him. “May be there was too much work today, and he is too tired to come. After all he is an old man too, like me and age gets on to you no matter how fit you try to keep yourself.”

I didn’t know his name, neither what he did nor how he knew me. As far as I can sketch my whole existence, I become more conscious of the fact that he existed much before me and he was there by my side from the very beginning. I remember last week we talked about love. I don’t remember falling in love with anyone in my life. I have always been lonely and ill. He told me how love can make you a weak and strong person at the same time. “Meera”, he had said calling out my name aloud that day. “There is a trade off between loving someone and loving yourself. The heart has only this much love to give, and your mind gets to decide who you want to love more.” Today when I was trying to get up from the bed, I knew it would hurt my whole body but I was trying to lift myself so that I could see outside the window for his sign. “Is this love?” I wondered. We talked about promises. He told me “Meera, when you make a promise to someone, make sure you say it loud enough so that it resounds in your head for a long time. I have promised to love my wife till death do us apart and it resounds in my head all the time.” He had asked me if I had ever been in love and I had said no. I think I lied.

It was 10 pm now and was quite late by hospital standards. The nurse had arrived to give me the sedative. I asked her once more, “just in case”, to get the same answer yet again. “Let him be, he doesn’t deserve so much of a thought” I decided. The nurse had put out the light and it was dark again. Nothing close to how dark I felt. I was angry, upset, helpless, and had succumbed to the feeling of love that I had for him in my heart. “He lied when he said love makes you stronger, it makes you weak and so fragile.” In all this time in the hospital, lying on the same bed, feeling powerless, depending on other people for even my basic needs, I have never felt as feeble as my heart was making me feel that moment.  “I DON’T LOVE HIM”, I said it aloud for it to resound in my ears, just like he had told me. I don’t remember when I slept.
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The sleep was quick. The night passed by earlier than I thought it would. There were people outside my door talking about someone. Yet another old patient, who had succumbed to his senile weakness, may be. The nurse wasn’t around so I shouted out to a young guy outside my door and called him inside. He seemed to be a new face in the hospital, possibly an intern.

“An old man was admitted two days ago when his cancer was diagnosed at a very late stage. There was no way he could be saved. ” He told me. “The sad part is that his wife is admitted in the same hospital. She is suffering from Alzheimer’s.”

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