Paradise on Earth

'There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,

By the deep sea and the music in its roar;

I love not man the less, but Nature more.'

-Lord Byron

For those who read this and for those who have hyperlinked their way into this post , I just want to recommend an absolutely beautiful,breath taking movie called Into the Wild.
Go watch it as soon as you can.

Cheers .

Rise and Fall...

I look through my window and see the green leaves under pretty spring afternoon.I see young boys cycling down the lane , screaming,shouting ,their cheeks red with all the excitement. I hear the chitter-chatter of little girls in their pigtails ,the laughters ,the giggles ,the barking dogs . I try reading today's newspaper but I can barely tell an O from a P . My eyesight like my legs have given up on me .

My next door neighbour is this young girl.She always looks at me and smiles. I think she wants to help me but is too scared.Maybe she thinks that I will misunderstand her fondness for me as sympathy.Little does she know how empty and lonely I am .

Everyday I wake up in the morning and look outside my window.Everyday is the same. The same tree , the same sounds ,the same house ,the same little room that I have been given to die a slow death.I try to move and I can barely move.I slowly slide my left leg down the bed on my left ,roll myself up and with my left hand I try to get up from the bed.My legs ache. The pain is part of my life. My breath is so shallow now. I manage to get myself to the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea.I always forget where the sugar is put on the kitchen shelves and end up with a sugarless cup of tea .
After struggling with the papers for a couple of hours , I am ready to step out.I search for my walking stick and my leather cap.Each time I look at it , I remember my days back in Moscow. There is always some sort of excitement in being footloose and carefree.I still remember the first time I had touched snow, the first time I had hit the sea in the Bahamas, swam in it with the current pulling me down .
Sea has always inspired me. The waves are like your life-the experiences , the excitement , the adventure , love and the current is always trying to pull you down but somehow we manage to swim over , above it and continue to flow . Sea has soul.It has life. Oh how I wish someone could take me to the beaches.

I wish I had never left my job back in Moscow to come back home. I wonder where all my friends went away. My old roomie...he was such a funny guy.I was always the nerd and he always used to say that I should loosen up and laugh , enjoy life , enjoy what is 'now'. But I was always busy in getting my grades right , the right score , the right things so to say . Amidst all these so called achievements , I missed that trip down the rapids and the camps into the wilderness.And that girl who used to live down the road with those pretty eyes ,I won't lie but I have often wondered how my life would have been different had I married her.I knew she liked me but I never let that liking develop into anything more. Everything was always about me and all the things that I always did were those that were expected from me. Never did I know my real self.

Time is ticking away. The sun rises and sets everyday.Life moves on .Days are short and nights are long. Every night I watch the stars from my window .I think about my life , my past and what my life would have been had I lived it for myself , had I been fearless ...

Well...I can't even say that I have learnt so much because for that I need another life.