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shamz back !!!

Hello people,
long time no see as the urban youth puts it.

this is my first post post marriage so ..don't expect changes...I am married not matured like a willow. I wonder why people associate marriage with extreme opposites.marriage is supposed to either make you blissfully happy or drown you into a state of abrupt maturity. a pendulum swing in your life it seems. I do not accept the popular "you are not the same post marriage" belief. Firstly, why would I change? Secondly, how can I change ? Thirdly, everything around me has changed so the least i can do is remain unchanged! - the house, city, people (seeing someone for two hrs is not the trailer for the movie that follows) and of course language in my case. well, I have not changed. Neither do I wish to change. I am same the chirpy old big sham. My existence is a continuum of what it has always been. Change the bottle you may, dare not touch the wine !


btw, it was after a decade or more that I happened to listen to this song : Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan
the lyrics go

"Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility."


Beautiful words. wonderful music. available on youtube. perfect!

thrown like a pillow on my vast bed
I turn my eyes to begin a read
To find that I am short of sleep
dozing with tranquility.

pardon the versification. but I am really sleepy...will take a nap :)

nothing more to write actually.
I hope to write more often now.

cheers
big sham

Comments

  1. SarojaNovember 5, 2011 at 8:20 AM

    Write like this ALWAYS -- exams included. And you will soon escape the net!

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  2. SarojaNovember 5, 2011 at 8:22 AM

    Most favourite in a passage of favourites:

    Thirdly, everything around me has changed so the least i can do is remain unchanged! - the house, city, people

    Second place:

    seeing someone for two hrs is not the trailer for the movie that follows

    Alas, chatting with someone for two hours is even less so! :D

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