i was so touched by sudi's words today. she said she wanted to be a noble doctor, a doctor who cared more for the souls than for the body, more for the art than for the science, more for love than for money, more for the nerves than for the bones.
hope she achieves what she is worth of this year and in the years to come. i love you baby, more than you think i do.
i will revisit this page again in october and that time, i would like to see you reaching those dreams.
someone has said it right. 'good things always happen to good people' - i realized it today. i was going through a very tough phase in life, a phase i want to never think about (but it flashes through my mind like wind in a matter of seconds), a phase that left me mature, a phase that made me think life was beyond imaginations, a phase that left me baffled for sometime, that left me realizing "this is who i thought cared about me". but one thing remained common, i continued to do what i could do best. i tried to learn as much as i could. i took the comments close at the same time away from my heart. the auricles and ventricles were confused some days, i would leave them and think practical some days. i would bring them near and caress them and become the good-old-one again some other days.
often i feel like staying silent
not uttering any words, staying highly dumb
by expressions, by impressions, by all
as if everyone could understand my emotions
as if all knew what i did not say
as if it was all so obvious
somehow these silences give me time to think
to think that the world is uncertain
that there is no perfection
that it is nothing but silliness to think of perfection
after all the world is also tilted, it is not perfect either
how can i expect everyone to be perfect then
why do i seek perfection everywhere
why am I living in an illusion?
where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
where knowledge is free
where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
into that heaven of freedom my father
let my country awake
