Of real imaginary dragons and other things

Started (and finished reading Book 1) with the Discworld thing yesterday and reading it left me with a feeling of Deja Vu (still have not figured out how to get the accents through the keyboard).

Half way through the book, I realized that I had read all the things in the book somewhere else earlier!Not from one book in particular but many other books.For example there was this thing about the dragons talking to the riders through their minds. This got me thinking about the movie Eragon where exactly the same thing happens. Even the terms were the same! Like the dragon rider thingie.

There were plenty of other such incidents which I am unable to recollect right now (this post shall be updated as soon as I manage to make a list of all such details). So finally, my pondering boils down to this. Has fantasy its own language and syntax where dragons always talk to their masters through their minds and once a dragon and rider are paired, they are done so for a lifetime and also that if the rider is hurt, the dragon avenges it? I dont think plagiarism is the issue here.

The issue here methinks is that fantasy is evolving into a a new world by itself, with its own set of accepted standards and syntax. Hmmmmm...food for thought now!

J'aime le Francais ! :-)

J'ai decide que je vais devenir francais.Mais mon Francais est tres mauvais en ce moment :-(

Boy! Was that tough!Just realized how bad my French is! Gotta start working in it though. It is going to be Viva Alliance Francaise for moi!

Made up my mind now. Am going to stay put in Calcutta for a year at least, at the same job now. Have some evil plans cooking up.

Mix and Match

Here I am, sitting at my desk and reading about hedge funds, while the rain pours itself outside my window.

It has been raining for all its worth in Calcutta since the past many days now and day after day, fewer people are turning up for work, blaming it happily on roads that have suddenly turned into spiteful,growling gushes ! Thankfully, I am yet to share their fate. After all, who would want to be holed up at not even your own place with nothing to do, when at least you can come to work and have a gala time in general?

Wonder why people complain about going to work at all!I mean, it is so much fun. It all is a matter of keeping yourself entertainingly engaged I suppose.

Alan Johnston has been finally freed (notice that the banner has gone off from here?)and by no less than by the Hamas! Anybody else finding this funny the way I am? What next? The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles end up in some Chinese restaurant in soup? Hee hee!

And I have discovered my life's purpose- to cook. I just love food. And my Michelin starred restaurant has just come one more step closer to it's resolution in my determinedness. For it to come out in brick and mortar, all of you mortals will have to wait a few more years though!

Sheer beauty or sheer poetry?

If it wasn't for TipsyIpshy, I wouldn't have discovered Neruda until much later. This is not only my fav but her's too.

Sonnet XVII

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.

Author: Pablo Neruda
Online Poetry at PoetryFeast.com