Invictus is the Latin word for unconquered. It is also the name of a poem written in 1875 and published in 1888 by William Ernest Henley. I have constantly found myself coming back to this poem for inspiration, and it has brought me light during my darkest hour.


Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


The unreal. #quote16

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That’s the only lasting thing you can create.

(Chuck Palahniuk)

Ignorance is bliss

I consider myself to be a relatively knowledgeable and aware individual. But lately it has been leading to a lot of negativeness in my life.

This evening, 10 minutes of Twitter time combined with a couple of clicks around the New York Times website, catapulted me into a very dark place.

There was news about yet another earthquake, this time in Sumatra, Indonesia with a magnitude of 7.8. (Remember the time when an earthquake of around 6.5 was considered serious and talked about all year?). This news came roughly 48 hours after the earthquake that hit California. (Let’s not forget this is the same year when Peru and Haiti have been hit by massive earthquakes as well.)

There was news about 74 CRPF soldiers in India who were massacred by 1000 Maoist rebels. If this isn’t Civil unrest, I don’t know what is?!

While I was at it, I also saw a news item about web espionage as a University in Canada unearthed Highly Sensitive and Confidential information about Indian military forces, weapons and other relevant tactical data was hacked and stolen by a source based in China. They also hacked into the UN website and the Dalai Lama’s office.

There was a brutal attack on the US embassy in the Pakistani city of Kabul.

Deaths in a West Virginia mine.

Fears of xenophobia in Russia, as Moscow recovers from the brutal terrorist bombings.

At least 95 killed as floods paralyze Rio de Janeiro.

Bombers kill two policemen in Russia.

This is just 10 minutes of spending time on Twitter (and through Twitter –

Ignorance is bliss.

Today’s miracle

I lost my new Ipod nano a couple of days ago. Those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, its the really sleek Ipod with a built in camera for videos. Needless to say, I was really upset about it, since it had all my music and videos. I had given up all hopes and was lamenting over the loss. 

I fell asleep last night and dreamed of being trapped in a dark area, with engulfed in a putrid stench and surrounded by huge Papa John's pizza boxes. There were fruit peels in front of me and all sorts of terrible garbage. I'm pretty sure I recall a tampon, life size. Everything was huge, the size of cars maybe. I wanted out, I was trapped and lonely and it was freezing. I wondered where my family were, where my friends were. Did they know I was missing? Would they find out soon enough to be able to rescue me or would I die in the cold? 
I woke up and I wanted to vomit, terrible nightmare. Well, I started my daily ritual, went to class and came back for lunch, and while planning on eating something, I thought about last night's nightmare and lost my appetite. Then my mind started racing, a lot of connections took place. Even though I was CERTAIN that I would not throw my Ipod away in the trash, and I had searched every nook and corner of my apartment, something in the back of my head, lead me straight to the trash dump across the street. Trash dumps are huge, and almost always full in a college neighborhood. 

There was snow everywhere, and snow has this tendency of highlighting things – so as I was climbing into the trash can, I attracted all sorts of looks from unassuming passers-by, which unfortunately included pretty college girls. I thought to myself – there goes my social life. 
Nonetheless, I egged on, clearing layers of garbage, with my nose covered, still dressed in my tweed-jacket and scarf. 

This went on for about a half hour, and maybe heralded as one of the most revolting things I have done in public, but by the time I reached the bottom of the dump – Hark! There it was, nestled next to Pizza boxes, a tampon and fruit peels, my sweet little Ipod.  3 days after losing it, and my Ipod 

Now this experience has freaked me out on every level, for I'm really not that much of a believer. i'm just gonna go ahead and say its the power of my subconscious mind et al. Does anyone else find this freaky or is it just me? 

That was today's miracle.