A Hazy Shade of Winter (Shillong)Yesterday, after a hard day’s night (amongst many other things I also managed to fall into a manhole) I sat before my newly resurrected PC (it went dead again) and thought of compensating for the small fortune I spent on bringing this once-luxury-now-necessity piece of electronics back to life. But everything went blank. I felt so diminutive. The vastness and vivacity of the blogosphere and the realisation that I am but a mere speck in there took away whatever inclination I had to share my views and opinions with the world online. Does anyone even care? Is there anybody listening? I know that a few might but most importantly I do. And therefore I still blog.

I don’t know why, but I feel that this song speaks about me.

I am a Rock

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armour,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

~Simon & Garfunkel

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A Hazy Shade of Winter

  1. You have got the blues! It happens. You feel overwhelmed by the internet? I feel like that about life itself. If it helps, some people do care. 🙂

  2. Hey there Mr.Blues..sumthin to cheer u up and no, I din’t write this pome.HAPPINESS EPIDEMICWIthout any warning, the disease sweeps across the country like a traveling circus. People who were once blue, who slouched from carrying a bag of misery over one shoulder are now clinically cheerful. Symptoms include kind gestures, a bouncy stride, a smile bigger than a slice of canteloupe. You pray that you will be infected, hope a happy germ invades your body and multiplies, spreading merriment to all your major organs like door-to-door Christmas carolers until the virus finally reaches your heart: that red house at the end of the block where your deepest wishes reside, where a dog howls behind a gate every time that sorrow pulls his hearse up the driveway. -DAVID HERNANDEZ

  3. maybe you think too much?They say that the left side of the brain Controls the right They say that the right side Has to work hard all night Maybe I think too much for my own good Some people say so Other people say no no The fact is You don’t think as much as you could S&G again…

  4. Soumya,If you are interested, I have posted the Sanskrit definition for Guru. Sumthing that I learnt in my Sanskrit class dating back to my college days. (I hope I got it right)Translated in english, would mean the same that u have posted in my blog. But I have no way of verifying it.

  5. arre yaaar, senti khaiso????LOL, we are a nice group of friends.. years later, we will tell stories that hey remembere how we met.. over at …whose blog was that lol

  6. now i’m sure that u are my cousin. u too got the ‘blue’ gene.do one thing….when u r in blue, think of the happiest memories….that will work(i learn this from harry potter)

  7. Ah but sometimes having the blue’s can be a comfort – well for me anyway, just hope it doesnt last long though. Cheer up 🙂

  8. i got my foot stuck in a manhole once.i had to wait 15 minutes while my brother recovered from his laughing fit.😛khair…i hope things work out for u!

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