Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Welcome back to me with my favourite poem

Hey All,

That was a BIG break from blogging. Did not mean to, but just kept pushing back inspite of the fact that I have got lots to share in terms of cooking, nature photography with some interesting travel information. Will try to keep my cool and slowly and steadily, share the info than impatiently gurgling them all out everything in one post :) One thing that I have noticed is that even when I take a break for a month; when I get back, our blogosphere would have undergone some interesting changes with certain valid\invalid turn of events.

Last time, when I got back, quite a few blogs had become "invite-only" and some dear bloggers had closed their comments. This time, I come back to the horrifying and shameful abuse by a support staff of a senior blogger as Inji Pennu (Link). Just when I started thinking that the world is not right, I read about how everyone is coming together for Brianna (Link). That is so touching and I will check if there is any way I can also chip in. The more closer we come to planning our family, the more incidents such as these affect me on a personal level. The world is beautiful with a minor number of insensitive people strewn around, isn't it? Amen and I sincerely hope that if this is not true, it becomes so soon......very soon.

Let me end this post with one of my favourite poem by Robert Frost. Memorizing it during school as homework was calkwalk compared to the other Victorian-era poems! Pandit Nehru, the first Prime Minister (yes, India has Prime Minister) of India, had this poem on his study-desk. Hope this poem will always inspire me "Lot of posts to go before I take a break. Lot of posts to go before I take a break." (One thing for sure, none of you are at the present moment regretting why I did not take up poetry as a profession! ;))

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Note - I have changed the template of my blog to reflect more of my personality that loves the beaches and water :) Sharing here some of my recent pics from the docile beaches of the Dominican Republic.

Have a great summer, everybody!