ARCHIVE.
I found this poem of mine, written in grade8 in this booklet called 'Images of Innocence' published in 2005 by the English Department.


WAR
The epaulette, far from a distance;
the flame of courage that I often desire.
The courageous mind shows no resistance,
Just a second, I see the fire.
As you are, even they are
Strong and bold enough to begin the war.

One is injured, one is dead;
Still you show no signs of deserting,
This is the war, you've lead.
Stand no still, continue the combat,
Wait until the last breath,
Till you face death.

Over the seas, through the mountains
The victory that you wish, you must seek.
The counquered territories, the soldiers
Don't feel giulty and remorse
For the many you've killed.
Think of nothing but your destiny.

Now I reminisce those war days,
Cherish all the memories I have
Sing to my grandchildren rhythmic rhymes,
With blood pouring down as tears.

The vision can never fade
For the efforts I made,
And in my memory,
Celebrated to honour the soldiers
Who carried the heavy rifle on their shoulders.

P.S I was rather tempted to edit it because at parts I feel stupid but i gladly resisted.

Comeback.

Okay.
I do realize.
I know.
I really have mastered the art of delaying, of latecomings and more appropriately, late posting.
So, yes, I was listening to the soundtrack of 'Chariots of Fire' by Vangelis and that is masterpiece.
Sadly, Rahman's Jai Ho is far away from a musical symphony like that of Vangelis.
Am I to blame the time the movie is/was set in? The country? The director's bad choice?
Perhaps Dilli6 Drained Rahman of all his best.

So I've made my comeback and I'm glad.
There are bigger plans for this vacation .
Hope's there's something major to write about because this randomness is really getting quite boring.
Have been catching on a number of movies and think I found Seven Pounds pretty brilliant.
Will Smith worked his genius.
Maupassant seems boring to be read now, let's see, some suggestions should be great.
I'm thinking some utterly hideous Sheldon kind of fiction-pulf fiction?Is that what it is called?