I do not…..

The other day i was watchin Robin William’s film Patch Adams. I really love his creations man… he expresses even subtle things in a very beautiful manner. Loved the way he described death in the film. also loved the way he described his affection for the leading lady in the film…..

The poem used is by Pablo Neruda. It is Sonnet 17 of Neruda’s 100 Love Sonnets (available in English translation by Stephen Tapscott).  It is this translation that Patch reads in the movie. Here is the text of the poem in its entirety:

 

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Love all his movies yaar…..
pure unadulterated fun…..

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Faring well

Just came back from the farewell film. We bunch of students from 1st and 2nd year had come together to watch ‘SHOLAY’ in the audi. Felt gr8 out there among batchmates and seniors. But at the same time felt bit awkward. Well ‘Awkward’ is not exactly the word i’m lookin for, but then excuse me for my diction. Its just that time is running too fast… not even a year has passed by and the academic session is gonna end next month. Just 1 more year… and we would be dancing at our farewell party.
but wot makes it difficult is the feeling that i’ve done very little and could had utilized the time at the institute in a more productive and efficient manner. And its not just about Acads. but then as they say :”its never too late, than to be called Mr. Late”……
got to do a lot… as my dad says “baat kum, kaam zyaada” (talk less, do more)…..

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