The year started off with a cold pensive post. Once again it is silently slipping away at last and I thought it would be inappropriate to end the year without another pensive post. I've become insomniac again so I've got all the time in the world.
2011 has been bittersweet for me. I don’t know what the remaining few days have in store for me. I don’t like surprises, whatsoever. I usually spend Christmas Day listening to Jim Reeves’ ‘Twelve Songs Of Christmas’ and I might do the same this year too.
I bade farewell to a handful of very good friends this April when I came to live in this city. I had been practically living with them for the past two years and it wasn’t easy parting ways. But old must give way to the new, right? And so I left, and so I came; a new city, a new life.
The first few weeks were unkind, yet I experienced something very strange. I didn't know the language well and all I did was walk around the city looking at life. I hardly talked to anyone and for the first time in my life my mind was at rest. All I did was think and write in my journal. It was like a natural high, like those two minutes of sweet surrender before waking up in the morning. My mind was pregnant with ideas, always. I'm very glad how everything turned out to be the way it is now. The trick, as it turns out, is to project all self-loathing and personal frustration into a creative canvas.
I’m settled now, and college too is going smoothly. I've made friends with a host of interesting people which I really enjoy talking to. I guess that's the upside of 2011.
life is short
when it’s done, it’s done.
so while on the run,
why not have some fun?
Here are a few more pictures to wrap up the year.
Happy Holidays,
Benzy
I bade farewell to a handful of very good friends this April when I came to live in this city. I had been practically living with them for the past two years and it wasn’t easy parting ways. But old must give way to the new, right? And so I left, and so I came; a new city, a new life.
The first few weeks were unkind, yet I experienced something very strange. I didn't know the language well and all I did was walk around the city looking at life. I hardly talked to anyone and for the first time in my life my mind was at rest. All I did was think and write in my journal. It was like a natural high, like those two minutes of sweet surrender before waking up in the morning. My mind was pregnant with ideas, always. I'm very glad how everything turned out to be the way it is now. The trick, as it turns out, is to project all self-loathing and personal frustration into a creative canvas.
I’m settled now, and college too is going smoothly. I've made friends with a host of interesting people which I really enjoy talking to. I guess that's the upside of 2011.
life is short
when it’s done, it’s done.
so while on the run,
why not have some fun?
Here are a few more pictures to wrap up the year.
Happy Holidays,
Benzy
