About Me

I think too much and thats my problem. Trying to think too much of what to write about myself, I am tending to think too much about myself and yet again of too many things of what I think I might be. Oops! Sorry…I warned ya! So let me put it this way, I am a little bit of too many things.

You call me Emotional… yes I am!
You call me Rational… yes I am!
You call me Sociable… yes I am!
You call me Reticent… yes I am!
You call me a Romantic… yes I am!
You call me a Cynic… yes I am!
You call me Brilliant… YES I am!
You call me an Idiot… hmmm, lets skip this one!

After all, “Life’s a box of Chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get”

– Tipu Vaithee Swaran

” “Gentlemen, tell you what. Don’t just tear out that page. I want all gone – history. Leave nothing. Rip it out ! Rip ! Be gone, Mr. J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D. !! Rip ! Shred ! Tear ! Rip it out ! I want to hear nothing but ripping of Mr. Pritchard !- We’ll perforate it, put it on a roll ! It’s not the Bible. You’re not gonna go to hell for this. Go on. Make a clean tear. I want nothing left of it. Rip ! Rip ! Rip ! Rip it out ! Rip ! Rip it ! Yeah ! Rip it out ! This is a battle, a war. And the casualties could be your hearts and souls. Armies of academics going forward measuring poetry. No ! We will not have that here. No more of Mr. J. Evans Pritchard. Now, my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. I see that look in Mr. Pitts’ eye… that 19th century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or medical school. Right. Maybe. Mr. Hopkins, you may agree with him, thinking, ‘Yes, we should simply study our Mr. Pritchard and learn our rhyme and meter and go quietly about the business of achieving other ambitions.’ ”

“I have a little secret for you. Huddle up. Huddle up ! We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love; these are what we stay alive for.”

To quote from Whitman:

O me, O life of the questions of these recurring.
Of the endless trains of the faithless.
Of cities filled with the foolish.
What good amid these, O me, O life ?

Answer: That you are here.
That life exists and identity.
That the powerful play goes on,
and you may contribute a verse.
That the powerful play goes on,
and you may contribute a verse.

What will your verse be ? ”

– John Keating

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