- The notion of yours is merely an illusion! - Me
- I've always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof. - Sherlock Holmes, A Scandal in Belgravia
- Love is the absence of judgment. - Dalai Lama XIV
- You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. - Harvey Dent, The Dark Knight
- Tomorrow millions of people will curse me, but fate has taken its course. - Bruno Ganz, Downfall
- If you want to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid. - Epictetus, Dean Kansky, Serendipity
- You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?". - Dean Kansky, Serendipity
- We're going to hell, so bring your sunblock. - Ari Gold, Entourage
- Silence, it's golden. - Ari Gold, Entourage
- As the philosopher Jagger once said, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find, you get what you need". - Dr. Gregory House, House
- I always say, the way a man treats his car is how he treats himself. - Tarconi, Transporter
- Such is life! - Winston, John Wick
- In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. - Robert Frost
- In the Book of Judges, Gideon asks God how to choose his men for battle. The Lord told Gideon to take his men down to the river and have them drink. The men who flopped on their bellies and drank like dogs were no good to him. Gideon watched as some men knelt and drank with their eyes watching the horizon, spears in hand. Though they were few, those were the men he needed. - James Reece, The Terminal List
Saturday, October 7, 2023
My Learnings
Monday, May 9, 2022
Sunday, June 13, 2021
A Dog Has Died
BY PABLO NERUDA
TRANSLATED BY ALFRED YANKAUER
TRANSLATED BY ALFRED YANKAUER
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.
No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.
Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.
Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.
So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Bicchinno Abeg
একদিন আমি হেটে চলেছি পথে একা
হঠাৎ হোঁচট খেয়ে থমকে দেখি
চারিদিকে আঁধার
আঁধার আর আঁধার
আঁধার আর অজ্ঞতা
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে না মলিন অহংকার
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে শুধু জোসনার সচ্ছতা
আলোয় আলোয় ভরা চারিদিকে
তবু কেন ঘরে এত আঁধার
শুনি তবু শুনিনা
বুঝি তবু বুঝিনা
গানের মত গান নিয়ে কেন তাই
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে মহাশুন্যের উদারতা
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে সাগরের গানচিলের ডাক
বন্দী আমি নিজে নিস্তব্ধতায়
কন্ঠে আমার নেই কোন সুর
বন্ধ জানালার পাশে বসে আছি
ফুলের সুবাস পাই
আলোর দরজা খুলেও কেন খুলিনা
বারবার শুধু ছিটকে পড়ি
অশ্লীল কারাগারে
কি যেন কি পাবার
মোহে... মোহে...
একদিন আমি হেটে চলেছি পথে একা...
হঠাৎ হোঁচট খেয়ে থমকে দেখি
চারিদিকে আঁধার
আঁধার আর আঁধার
আঁধার আর অজ্ঞতা
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে না মলিন অহংকার
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে শুধু জোসনার সচ্ছতা
আলোয় আলোয় ভরা চারিদিকে
তবু কেন ঘরে এত আঁধার
শুনি তবু শুনিনা
বুঝি তবু বুঝিনা
গানের মত গান নিয়ে কেন তাই
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে মহাশুন্যের উদারতা
কোন দিন আমি গাইব সেই গান
যে গানে থাকবে সাগরের গানচিলের ডাক
বন্দী আমি নিজে নিস্তব্ধতায়
কন্ঠে আমার নেই কোন সুর
বন্ধ জানালার পাশে বসে আছি
ফুলের সুবাস পাই
আলোর দরজা খুলেও কেন খুলিনা
বারবার শুধু ছিটকে পড়ি
অশ্লীল কারাগারে
কি যেন কি পাবার
মোহে... মোহে...
একদিন আমি হেটে চলেছি পথে একা...
Friday, April 7, 2017
Divider
Standing on the divider,
Undecided!
Which way to go,
Undecided!
Waiting for so long,
Undecided!
Till you see those lights,
Now!
Undecided!
Which way to go,
Undecided!
Waiting for so long,
Undecided!
Till you see those lights,
Now!
Saturday, April 1, 2017
Release

I see the world
Feel the chill
Which way to go
Windowsill
I see the words
On a rocking horse of time
I see the birds in the rain
Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll ride the wave
Where it takes me
I'll hold the pain
Release me
Oh dear dad
Can you see me now
I am myself
Like you somehow
I'll wait up in the dark
For you to speak to me
I'll open up
Release me
Release me
Release me
Release me
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