"Because we have been locked out.And when we look through the windows, all we see are shadows. And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. And we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A War that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves."
Our Dreams have been doctored.
We belong nowhere.
We sail unanchored on troubled seas.
We may never be allowed ashore.
Our sorrows will never be sad enough.
Our joys will never be happy enough.
Our dreams never big enough.
Our Lives never important enough.
To Matter.
-Page 52:Chacko to Estha and Rahel.
3 comments:
Ahh! The paragraph is in perfect resonance with my cerebral vapor.....may be it is time for me to look inward...not dream but realize.....stop comparing and start competing ...reject deliberation and embrace action........not worry about war but concentrate on each battle .........for what matters I guess, is that I tried.
[Anon] Very cool comment! I dont know if you have seen this movie "One Flew Over a Cuckoo's Nest" where Jack Niocholson does something like this and says "Atleast I tried!" :) ..I guess thats what matters at the end of the day.
Can we, the prisoners of war
Turn away from the locked houses of horror
Asylum for many a shadow and whisper
And let the conquerers weep on the burden they won
And us celebrate the loss of what was gone.
Was there ever a trouble
Either with the sea or the shore
Except with the unknown that we abhor
How do we know the "enough"
When we don't know the limit
Shouldn't we already know the "it"
What we dare say "not this", dammit.
After all this vent out the vest
What we care or dost
Is another round around the post
Eat grass, shit and rest.
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