Out of Sight, Out of Mind...

"...How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day."

- Eloisa to Abelard, Alexander Pope

Who is this author?

Does anybody have any idea who this author is? Help appreciated.
Update: So finally, the writer is Ryszard Kapuściński, a Polish writer known much for his journalism achievements. Click here to find out more on Mr. Kapuściński here.

Under The Blade

Warning: The following text deals with violent subject matter and the views expressed does not necessarily reflect that of the writer in this case mine. Readers' discretion is advised. The text is fictional and any resemblance to person living or dead (especially dead) is purely coincidental.


“Dich sah ich, und die milde Freude
Floß von dem süßen Blick auf mich;
Ganz war mein Herz an deiner Seite
Und jeder Atemzug für dich.”
- Willkommen und Abschied, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

He held out the razor in his hands, his mind was racing with thoughts bombarding; thoughts of hatred, revenge, passion but foremost that of pure salvation, and now the small razor was the only thing in the world that could grant him that wish. Although a meek hearted boy, hard times had given him immense courage that even surpassed his own imagination, courage allowing him to shake off from the nightmare which had haunted him for as long as he remembered being constantly mocked, ridiculed and most of the time looked down upon.

Slowly stretching out his forearm he started creating a fountain that would for sure drown all his fears and evils within. With every life that oozed out from his now gory arm, he began reminiscing about his so-called life; it was as if he was under some drug hallucinating but much more clear and vibrant. His whole life started flashing before him. The trivial pursuit of happiness and contentment that he had longed to achieve had exhausted him so much he just couldn’t find any other way to put his troubles at ease. Slowly he started feeling it; he felt as if he was being purified, he felt much lighter. The burden he carried on his shoulder had been huge, the constant pain and disgrace he bore was slowly etching itself out of him.

For once in his lifetime, he felt he had done something correct। For once what he actually did seem to turn out the way he wanted it to, the ball it seemed had finally started to roll in his court but yet with each passing seconds he bore with him a sense of loneliness. The same solitude that had driven him to all that he had become now etched its way into the final moment when he thought he had everything under control. He felt a loss of thoughts, the mind that had been racing now seemed to have come to a halt, the only thing he sensed and felt was a bright light that slowly crept towards him engulfing everything around him and slowly making its way towards him. He felt cold without any love or emotion whatsoever. It seemed as if he fell out of love with his own life.

P.S UNICODE जीन्दाबाद । मेरो अर्को बलॉग नेपलीमा हुन्छ।

Implication and inference

Today was Nepal Bandh, again no cars, no pollution but still no normal life as well. My day was also pretty abnormal stayed at home almost the whole afternoon, cleaned my room (after a very long time). And soon there is load shedding as well so it will be a short day today, the lights go out from 9 till 1 in the night so will be in bed very early today. Kein Probleme.

Have been reading poems of Goethe lately (again) and some are really nice. No wonder even Rammstein have covered some of his work (Heidenröslein became Rosenrot and Erl-König became Dalai Lama). This one is also nice.

Nähe des Geliebten

Nearness of the Beloved One

Ich denke dein, wenn mir der Sonne schimmer Vom Meere strahlt; Ich denke dein, wenn sich des Mondes Flimmer In Quellen malt. Ich sehe dich, wenn auf dem fernen Wege Der Staub sich hebt, In tiefer Nacht, wenn auf dem schmalen Stege Der Wandrer bebt. Ich höre dich, wenn dort mit dumpfem Rauschen Die Welle steigt. Im stillen Haine geh' ich oft zu lauschen Wenn alles schweigt. Ich bin bei dir, du seist auch noch so ferne, Du bist mir nah! Die Sonne sinkt, bald leuchten mir die Sterne. O wärst du da!

I think of you, when I see the sun's shimmer Gleaming from the sea. I think of you, when the moon's glimmer Is reflected in the springs. I see you, when on the distant road The dust rises, In deep night, when on the narrow bridge The traveler trembles. I hear you, when with a dull roar The wave surges. In the quiet grove I often go to listen When all is silent. I am with you, however far away you may be, You are next to me! The sun is setting, soon the stars will shine upon me If only you were here!

Ich brauche ein Motorrad!

I think i really have to get a bike soon. its getting more hectic day by day. from tomorrow onwards im serious about that. also, ich habe mein pruefung von Monntag und habe ich nichts gelernt. I have to start studying otherwise that too will turn out bad (natuerlich!). so have to get my "weil", "obwohl","ob", nominative, akkusative,dativ,genetiv and all those sentences correct, i need to brush upon my grammar and learn how to write a proper letter to my friend in Germany. so short time and so much to cover. I think i should practice more, ich denke nur and mache sehr wenig, das ist schlecht, so von heut nacht oder morgen studiere ich sehr nett. Auf Wiederschreiben!!

FIRST LOSS.

AH! who'll e'er those days restore,

Those bright days of early love

Who'll one hour again concede,

Of that time so fondly cherish'd!
Silently my wounds I feed,
And with wailing evermore

Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd.
Ah! who'll e'er the days restore

Of that time so fondly cherish'd.


- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe, 1789.