the road not taken

i love people who carry a point of view even though borrowed, and are daring enough to present it, and are aware of it.also i rarely ever love people.inspiring is the fact that a stream thats merely water which is not stagnant manages to cut the boulders, carves out the entire geomorph for itself but at times it does have to meander. i find some people who are somewhere burdened with a few eratic thoughts, and those very initial thoughts have given them their own school of thought. pulling yourself out of the mob and changing your course from the preset, predesigned and preoccupied parallels moving alike, does seem to be a challenge.infact it is .. the two roads that had once diverged into a yellow wood have been descibed by the supportes as a replica of indivisulaim. the roads have still not merged and are on a steady dendritic expansion and so are the parallels. i wish i start loving more and more people ..

for you, a thousand times over !

its when it ends and you feel for those who were in trouble, for those who were at loss, and you miss being a part of the entire setup that you say "i saw the movie", "it was a great work". you do imagine a possible future for a story that has already ended. "the kite runner", i read the book almost an year back and when i ended there was a feeling of pride, as that was my first successful novel reading. i still dont understand how people follow those ugly appearing monochromic pages which would surely force the reader not to go beyond two or three chapters.? it was the kite runners end that gave me a beginnging, did give me some moral support, not how to live or lead, or follow characters in the story but to continue to read. but still if i look back since then, i would consider better not to mention about my reading experiences .. getting back to the movie by marc foster which had enough power to persuade me to sit infront of the screen till the end and made me aware of some instances that i had missed while i was on my mission to accomplish reading. watchimg the movie was more or less like recalling the incidents of the dream you saw the very last night.

well the story takes you through the intricate lanes of afghanistan, kite flying offers you a birds eye view of their own nation. well whose very own? those dogmatic eyes in the shadow of the head gear or the ones seeking answers through the mere view they have of the road ahead? will the children perspire while playing or will this dirty dance become a part of their breath?