Anya's Musings

Exams around the corner (let's not go there) & I was feeling a little low-note today. My car was stuck in the traffic jam, and I was all alone at Rajiv Chowk Station in CP. And it was night-time. I was sitting on one of steps on the entrance/exit of the metro station, eating strawberry mousse (from Wenger's!!), listening to music (Red Hot Chili Peppers), observing the world. In the same moment we feel so many things, and million others with us.

Sorry, I also get philosophical around exams. And existential too.

But I saw the beauty of life. In that place, sitting there, eating the food I love so, listening to Snow. I saw people for I was the detached observer. Every moment, every passer by, I took a sneak peak into their lives. That moment, their stories were mine.

Couples holding hands (one particular couple could not keep their hands off each other), children trotting off after their parents. Girls hugging their friends goodbye, two guys walking upto me for directions after ten whole minutes of failed attempts of finding Q'BA.

Every life has a story. And everyday, for each moment, these stories are connected to yours. And then, we move on. We move on from theirs, we move on from ours. But we don't really. We come back. Our problems, our sorrows, our happiness, is ours, no matter how much we move on. Loving someone till death is a good feeling. That love being reciprocated, that feeling is even great. The feeling of freedom is bliss.

Freedom & pride, the two things I cherish most in life. And, ofcourse, love.

There are so many feelings, all so precious. And all it takes is twenty minutes of sitting on the stair of a metro station, a strawberry mousse & Red Hot Chili Peppers to feel it with all its intensity.

So, here is a quote from Charlotte Bronte's novel Jane Eyre, which will hopefully keep many traps shut (that is, if they understand it).

Jane Eyre (to Mr. Rochester): I don't think, sir, you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.

Hope you like & enjoy it as much as I did.

by Andrew Marvell

I.

MY Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high ;
It was begotten by Despair,
Upon Impossibility.

II.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

III.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixed ;
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

IV.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect loves, nor lets them close ;
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.

V.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole world on us doth wheel),
Not by.

VI.

Unless the giddy heaven fall,

And earth some new convulsion tear.

And, us to join, the world should all
Be cramp'd into a planisphere.

VII.

As lines, so love's oblique, may well
Themselves in every angle greet :
But ours, so truly parallel,
Though infinite, can never meet.

VIII.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
themselves to be embraced.