Of Light, poetry, and...rats

So the last few days i have somewhat been able to BREATHE, thanx to happyfeet Maureen who hasn't set an assignment yet to have us chase a third mark (that, however, does NOT mean the 'breathless moments' weren't fun!) The last one was due on Monday, and i stayed up all night to complete it, 'slept' for half an hour, and then 'woke up' and got ready for college only to be informed after everything that college was cancelled for the day (coz it had been raining al night). Of course, thanx to the copious amounts of coffee i had downed thru my marathon night, i wasn't gonna get any sleep now. And so, to borrow from O'Henry, the day tripped by on rosy wing.

This and that for the rest of the week. Went to watch Omkara, found little baby rats scurrying all around the stalls. Stormed the manager's office much like the french stormed the Bastille and demanded a refund if not his head. Didn't get any of course, but did get to watch the movie from the balcony. The movie was in 'Haryanvi' of all dialects, but managed to comprehend the gist of what was being said, and it helped that about 76% of what was being said was in the universal language of expletive. (that doesn't mean all swear words are globally understood. I once had a class mate in school who had a dictionary of abuses in different languages).

e e cummings (and any jokes made on the name are s.t.a.l.e) 'came' into my life and i suspect he'll stay for a while. I started off with him on quite the wrong foot, but then as with so many people i have hated to begin with and then grown to love, he slowly ingratiated me with his complete and utter disregard for every rule ever written about poetry, even about language. I would post some of his work here but since the reader is bound to hate the man until further reading, i shall resist the urge.

Lots more of little stuff happened, but my hippocampus fails me right now, i don't know why, generally unearthly hours bring out the best in me. Oh yes, ran into one other interesting lil tidbit, it's a quote by Nelson Mandela, and i think it makes a lot of sense. Shall sign off with it.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of GOD. Your playing small does not serve the World. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of GOD that is within us. It is not just in some of us; is is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.