Empty vessel..
Just a passing thought - Empty vessels make much noise. Am I a vessel after all? Making much noise or little noise? A vessel half full and half empty. A vessel that could think for itself. A vessel that knows when to get off the gas, before things get worse. A vessel that worries, laughs, cries, asks, hops, skips, jumps... A cooker? A pan? A frying pan?? Isn't it so funny??
So empty vessels make much noise. What abt a pressure cooker? It makes noice even if it is full... Does the saying go wrong somewhere? Or it it just me?
What brings a vessel to my attention today? Hmm, my dad said that today. For me ofcourse!!
A peculiar post for a peculiar day by a peculiar person. Well it all goes hand in hand I guess. A vessel, a pot and a pan, a cooker...and so on.
Hand in hand with everyone we are walking,
Black and white and brown together, walking, walking
That was a prayer song we used to sing during our morning prayers at the Christian school. Memory is such a weird thing. It takes you where you could only dream of going - like, in the past. Or at present, to my friends back home.
Finding ways to leave realities far behind. That ain't easy either. "Far behind", did I say that? Well it isn't even easy writing what I wrote now in my present just for the sake of it. 'Coz i don't know what I am writing. Some crap for my readers...
Sorry folks!! This was just to confirm that I'm not normal today!!!
So empty vessels make much noise. What abt a pressure cooker? It makes noice even if it is full... Does the saying go wrong somewhere? Or it it just me?
What brings a vessel to my attention today? Hmm, my dad said that today. For me ofcourse!!
A peculiar post for a peculiar day by a peculiar person. Well it all goes hand in hand I guess. A vessel, a pot and a pan, a cooker...and so on.
Hand in hand with everyone we are walking,
Black and white and brown together, walking, walking
That was a prayer song we used to sing during our morning prayers at the Christian school. Memory is such a weird thing. It takes you where you could only dream of going - like, in the past. Or at present, to my friends back home.
Finding ways to leave realities far behind. That ain't easy either. "Far behind", did I say that? Well it isn't even easy writing what I wrote now in my present just for the sake of it. 'Coz i don't know what I am writing. Some crap for my readers...
Sorry folks!! This was just to confirm that I'm not normal today!!!
Labels: Life
7 Comments:
what noise did u make
By Aparna Mudi, at 5/24/2006 3:59 PM
lol... i don't remember :P
By meet_me, at 5/24/2006 11:44 PM
n wen were u normal last time???
By delhidreams, at 5/26/2006 7:24 AM
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy..ab apko kya hua..adi aka alok ka dimag to pehley sey sarka hua tha, dont get influenced by him..lol
By Peenuts, at 5/26/2006 10:09 AM
well try to...wud like to know the source of all that noise.....ur heart is not empty and as far as i know im sure the voice comes from ur heart
By Aparna Mudi, at 5/26/2006 2:21 PM
yes shadows - it came from the heart.. :)
well adi, guessing it's been long since i hav been normal... :) .. actually never wanted to be one..
dear peenuts, m fine... ;) ... if in any way that represented being influenced by adi - I am glad abt that. I like the way he writes.. :)
Cheers all!!
By meet_me, at 5/28/2006 12:44 PM
geee...
thanks buddy ;)
By delhidreams, at 6/03/2006 10:53 AM
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