Ah!!bugger...

I wish.. I wish.. I wish... There's no wind in my sails, my compass don't work. I'm exhausted. I'm rowing away on my little boat, with hope in my heart, for there will be land, and it will be beautiful.  For the shores I've left behind are long afar, and I'm far too deep now. But is that lighting I see up ahead or, is it the gentle flame of Alexandria, guiding me on my way, I know not. But I'm rowing away on my little boat, with hope in my heart, for there will be land, and it will be beautiful.

My first, and most favorite war movie. I gazed with such wonderment, and pride, as the man took apart the whole Pakistani Army single-handedly with a bazooka. Such profound awesomeness. Salute to the best fake soldier EVER!

Is a week too short a time to introspect? As the car pulled out of the street, there was an overpowering sense of gloom. I've always had people to take care of me. And here I was, heading out into the unknown, responsible for my actions and those of others, I felt alone, I felt lost. It was then that I learnt of attachments, and seclusion. As the train slowly pulled out of the station, people followed it, waving goodbye. "Kheyal rekho, ar chinta koro na. Shob theek hoye jabe." Was that assurance? The eyes didn't show it. Maybe it was just a hope, a prayer. As the station lights dimmed behind us, engulfed in the mist of a cold January evening, I learnt of care, and worry. As I sat by the open window, the cold free air blowing strongly against my face, staring into openness as the lights and sounds of a familiar town passed us by, the chugging of wheels beneath us, the gentle sway of the carriage as we rushed onwards and away, further and further, I felt a releas