Et tu, Brute

William Shakespeare,

He was pure genius.

I had a hate-love relationship with him in school. I loved Julius Caesar,  hated Macbeth and loved Merchant of Venice. Romeo and Juliet was beautiful, The tempest was like a conjurer's dream and Hamlet was pure boring. But when I say hate-love, whatever I felt the stories always demanded a strong reaction. They couldn't be ignored. It demanded of you to form an opinion with real raw emotions. Today we read books -  good and bad. There are books that make you go crazy. The alchemist did that for me. But there are so many that just pass by and you never look back. He could never make that happen. 

That was his magic. 

 I had a phase when I tried talking like his characters.The dramatization, poetic emotions, passionate characters, murder and insecurities, love and lust. It enthralled me. His works were life-like. His characters imperfect. They were like you and I. They were just more honest about their emotions.

Of course, now there is this new theory saying he was they and Shakespeare was a pseudonym.

His language was arcane but somehow his words touched you. They had a certain depth in them. He created an atmosphere that set perfect pictures in front of your eyes. All books do, but these were vivid colored pictures. I haven't read any of his works since school but the stories and phrases were he kinds that remain etched in your memory. I still fear the Ides of March (Something Bad always happens) , I wish life had time pauses where I could come out and recite a Soliloquy. In fact there are times when my mother catches me talking to myself (Read: I am not mad) , and I put the blame on Shakespeare. I do a little literary genius strut and tell her its my version of a Soliloquy. My inner goddess does a cat stretch with her chin up. 

The point being,  we owe him so much today.

We don't realize but there is so much we say, so much we do, the thoughts we feel, the wit that we think is ours -  that we owe to him .

Knock- knock !Who's there? - Yes, we joke because of him.  

I smell "Foul Play" but I'm going to stand by my opinions, "Come what May." 

Lovers that we are we say , "Love is blind" and he is the "Heart of hearts."

 To pamper our ego we quote, "The world is my oyster" and the incessant pride is what we owe to him. 

On confessional days we "Wear our hearts on our sleeves". 

A beggar is a "Sorry sight" and a stupid man is a "Laughing Stock."

 When we are nervous we waited with "Baited breath"  and it "makes your hair stand on ends" and once the results are out "What's done is done." 

When someone dies, "He breathed his last" and "He vanished into thin air" and then follows the philosophy of life and death and how nothing is permanent , 'All the world's a stage".

There is "Good Riddance" of the "Green Eyed Monster" because  we finally "Sent him packing." 

"For Goodness' sake" let me sleep "I haven't slept a wink". 

The "Naked Truth" is that we "break the ice" and make new friends  because "When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions." 

We say good people have "A heart of gold" and bad people are "Devil's incarnates" 

We have "Seen better days" but "Too much of a good thing" is bad.  

We shouldn't be "Faint hearted" and we should "Fight fire with Fire"  because once the "Game is up" we will all be "as dead as door-nails."

 Life is a "Full Circle" and we should "Play fair" to make it a "brave New World." before  the "Game if up" 

Oh, Shakespeare, you were a "A piece of Work" 

ps. There are SO many more. Read them on http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/phrases-sayings-shakespeare.html.

Indescribable

Never tried writing fiction. Shouldn't try next time either . Nonetheless New is Good.

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He was domineering. Smart and Sassy. Thick Nerd Glasses and a rusty stubble. He was intelligent, hawk-eyed and exclusively honest. It wasn't a pleasure to be in the same room as him. He had hard looks, a sculpted face and deep eyes. He was constantly observing, judging, forming opinions maybe? He was a pure-heart that was engulfed by an over practical mind. He hated showing his emotions and acted as though he had none.


She was statuesque. Tall, Long Neck , Wavy brunette locks and sharp featured. Her integrity was seen sparkling right through her face. She had an audacious charm. She was intimidating and arguing with her was taking on a hellish task. Old school, conservative but liked her rum and coke on odd days. She was a feminist and she'd not stand a word against a woman. She was fairy-tale-like in the inside and wanted to be rescued but outside she would act as though nobody needed to rescue her. She wanted to be her own hero but secretly dreamt like a 17 year old. She was powerful but sometimes the forced kind of powerful.

They were hypocrites. Strong on the outside , weak in the inside.
But their strengths and their weaknesses were opposites.
She was Right brained and he was left brained.
They had different strengths and different weaknesses, but together they were neutralized.
They couldn't stand each other but they couldn't do without each other either.
Their egos pampered and hurt each other together.
It was unsaid, undone and unrequited. It was needless because their wasn't any need to show, to do.
They could talk for hours but never agree and if they agreed it would be a catastrophe.
They were like magnets which faced their positives to each other and repelled. The repulsion was extraordinary. They flipped turned and got attracted and once again flipped turned and repelled.
It had no future no past, no start no end. It was constant.
It didn't lead anywhere now was it increasing or decreasing.
It wasn't love, or lust or sexual desire. It wasn't cheesy, it wasn't hatred. It wasn't the opposites attract and get together either.
It was some force some power ?
It was this force that was indescribable.

Theirs was story that had no end,
No fullstop,

Apprehension and Soul Searching

Another long blog post after a long time.

Shame ? YES.

The studies have been hard of me. Also, I have an incessant fear of Coordinate Geometry. Its worse that Dermatophobia (The fear of skin diseases) Which I have.

The GMAT date is taken. 27th September, yes.

Sounds like a happy day innit'? 27th is a happy date. It was the day I was born,

Thank you for the wishes.

Anyway,

I am uneasily virtually muttering and making this blog post redundant just like GMAT Verbal.

Its 1.03 am. I feel big knots in my tummy. Its the uncertain-excited-happy-sad feeling. Its slowly sinking in maybe? I was just talking to the boy about Next year.  

Next Year. I might be going away to the other part of the world. Positively, Amreeka. I am currently in the second month of my GMAT Prep. I am horrendous with my math AND I'm not exaggerating.

But, I was horrendous in school when my comfort zone was Languages and Shakespeare and Poetic Emotions. I grew a little and started to enjoy what is out of my comfort zone. Today, I feel absolutely hypocritical when I confess, I like Mathematics. So yes, Out of the comfort zone is good :)

Talking about Comfort Zones, Mumbai is Number 1 on the list. Its Where the mother is, It is where the heart is. The Sea, the saline breeze, the bittersweet Monsoon, the city and its lights, long days, longer nights. Its beauty locationalized. Its the school and the college, the friends, love, the favorite yellow and black rikshaws, the hatred for rikshawallahs, Its everything that I want but not everything that I need. 

Its the comfort zone and hence I shall leave,

I might leave,

I think I will? 

Positively on a jet plane,

To a country far away. 

But why?

I tell people I want to find myself. It sounds like a philosophical rambling. 

It sounds so mysterious.

But I want to go to a place that I don't know and meet people who don't know me. I want a sabbatical of a short span. No, Im not running away. I want to be back. Maybe its soul searching? I want to know what makes me, me. I want to shatter the ego of my talents and build some ego on my insecurities.

I want to go into a group of amazing writers and realize how meek I am and go into a group of wonderful singers and feel little. I want to realize I can dance and probably scuba dive? 

Its simple, its like a little girl who believes she's some things. She has a lot of friends and a lovely family who make her believe. She just wants to know whether its what she believes or whether its actually what it is. She wants to believe in herself and that is why just like I love math, after I got out there faced the hatred and developed my potential. I want to go out there, learn to face my potential and be everything that I think I can't while not changing anything I am. I want to be caring and emotional and chaotic just like  I am but not to the same usual people. I want to see whether I am still caring and emotional and chaotic when I am alone? That's when I am really Caring and emotional and chaotic.

 I want to experience and live and feel alive. I want to travel and meet new people and try thinking the thoughts they think. I probably want to live a little more? I want to be more and still be what I am?

Ps . I want to study Marketing. 

Midnight ramblings shouldn't affect readers.

Its a channel I use ;) 

Also, Sky diving into faith excites me (:

Much love,

And yes,

When I said I want to experience. No narcotic experience included. I don't do drugs. I am drugs *mandatory wannabe line*  Hee