The Book Quiz from Blue Pyramid

You're Les Miserables!

by Victor Hugo

One of the best known people in your community, you have become
something of a phenomenon. People have sung about you, danced in your honor, created all
manner of art in your name. And yet your story is one of failure and despair, with a few
brief exceptions. A hopeless romantic, you'll never stop hoping that more good will come
from your failings than is ever possible. Beware detectives and prison guards bearing
vendettas.


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at the Blue Pyramid.

Boredom

She just had to read in the bathroom.

However desperate she was for the toilet, she first dashed for a book or magazine. While in the shower she read, holding her book in one hand, and then in the other... till she eventually had to put it down to dry herself.

In the event she forgot to grab a book on her way in, she read the backs of shampoo bottles and toothpaste tubes and toilet cleaner. Words she has now memorized, purely because of the number of times she's read them.

It's a habit... it keeps her from getting bored. That's what she says.

Waiting

I buy paper.

To write on.

Reams of emptiness waiting to be filled.

They say nature abhors a vacuum.

Virgin white vacuum yearning to be defaced by black, red, blue.

And a hand... clicks a pen.. On.. Off... On... Off.

Waiting for words to come.

How ironic is it that I'm writing about my inability to write?

love

A wise friend of mine once told me, "you can't find love in dark places." I think what it meant was that love needs clear minds and open spaces even if the circumstances are difficult. The sense of camaraderie and familiarity you feel when your senses are numbed with that third drink, amongst gyrating languorous bodies on a dark dance floor is transient. See if it survives the sunshine and a cup of hot coffee and a long conversation.


I should listen to this friend more often.

meaning

I've just said the word 'relationship' ten times over in my head and it has lost all meaning.

perspective

Life has its way of giving you perspective.

Something happens, you give it so much thought and invest so much energy in it.
You analyze, overanalyze, torture yourself. It consumes you. At some level you know you shouldn't be thinking so much.

Then, something life altering happens... a birth, a death, something that's really of value. The other all-consuming thought then fades away into nothingness. Like it never ever was. And you chide yourself for all the wasted hours you spent on it.

Perspective.

The bigger picture.

We must always look at the bigger picture. It helps to keep us sane.

random thoughts

the lines blur in my head.. emotional ..physical.. how did it begin.. which came first.. can one exist to the exclusion of the other? life would be that much easier if the two were mutually exclusive :) how many of us can claim to be that evolved? then again.. how many of us who claim to be that evolved are telling the truth? what are they telling themselves or writing in their diaries when they get home... the thoughts running through their heads........
all i want is to live in the moment.. for the moment.. not think of 6.38 when its 6.37...
when? i dont know

a lesson i've learnt the hard way

don't listen to anyone who tells you to put other people's wants and needs before yours... they don't know what they're talking about. You are the single most important person in your life to the exclusion of everyone else... you know why? because if u are happy... only then are u even remotely capable of bringing love, trust and care to anyone else's life. its not about being selfish.. its about taking care of yourself...
i've made the mistake of allowing my self worth be coloured by what other's feel and think about me.. if they like me.. think im awesome company.. think i look good... then i feel im on top of the world.. and when i'm alone.. not the center of everyone's attention... i feel like crap...
not anymore...

It's a lesson well learnt.. the world can wait.

Pattu

Yesterday i lost one of the most important people in my life. Pattu was a person.. her mannerisms, expressions and eccentricities would leave you with no doubts at all. Highly individualistic- she knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. I have felt most rejected when Pattu refused to come to me when i called her. She probably remembered all the manhandling I did of her when she was a baby. She was there through every major life event .. a cousin's death, a niece's birth, board exams.. my sister's marriage. Not having her around after her constant presence for 12 years.... it's not going to be easy... my baby girl.. what'll i do? She lived a full life... full of love... children and her grandchildren... was looked up to and revered.. the other doggies knew she was not to be messed with.. except beanie... that tyrant bit Pattu.. :)
Everyone loved Pattu.. she was a part of the house.. so anyone who came home had to acknowledge her presence and authority.. and we wouldn't have it any other way. Pattu disliked small children for some reason... we figured it must have something to do with them being almost her height and therefore competiton :) Pattu had the most amazing eyes ever... so deep, loving and intense..
Basheer, our electrician, who apparently hated dogs... was another victim of Pattu's charms. She never bit anyone in her life... was intensely possessive of Mom... worshipped the ground she walked on and even till yesterday waited for her to come back home from college... she was waiting for Mom when i found her on the stairs and held her in my lap. She was just waiting for someone to hold her so she could sleep forever... peacefully... I'm glad I was there with you my baby... I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else... love you Pattu