Disclaimer: Am up late, and bored as hell, so do not believe what you are about to read.
I need new specs. My glasses are showing their age. They are now almost a year old, and for glasses of mine, that’s an eternity. I do not know how they lasted so long, weathering storm and neglect, and games of basketball, where more often than not, they would go flying through the air with the greatest of ease, soaring high, before coming to rest on the earth with an almighty thump.
Old poetry? What does that have to do with anything? Nothing, and everything. I have never been one for poetry, preferring to let my imagination soar with the masters of science-fiction instead. But Yeats I like, for reasons unfathomable. The Lake Isle of Innisfree and the Song of Wandering Aengus speak volumes. For those of you who have never read Yeats, here you go:
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
1892
See what I mean? No? Well, don’t worry, neither do I. Sometimes, I confuse myself even, wondering what it is that I am trying to say, and why I say it. I am home now, where my room and I share a very nice relationship, of complete trust and understanding. I have it set up just the way I like it, and I live within its bounds. In the company of most people I merely exist, I live only with a few people. No, this is not a romantic post about my girlfriend, for those of you who have begun rolling their eyes and grinning. If you must know, I am not “sweet” on anyone, so there!
No, this is more about the essential lonliness of being. I seem to always go away to places where not many can follow. The standard world of conversation is difficult for me to stay in. I am always uncomfortable around people, and though most people refuse to believe this, I am bloody shy! And most people end up thinking that I am very arrogant and stuck-up.
So somehow, I always end up wondering about things. Which is not a bad way to be, mind you. I was just wondering about how to install Fedora on my comp without messing up the partitions, and also whether a sprinkler would turn the same way if it sucked water in ( from Feynman) and whether the GMT offset that makes Indian watches show GMT if you turn them upside down would be true anywhere else, and how the site www.mysticball.com works ( figured that out, by the way) and a million other things.
I hop from one to the other, so if you seem me looking really serious, I’m probably goofing off and trying to understand how your house is wired ( in parallel, yes, but will serial wiring be needed anywhere?), or whether ubiquitous wireless access would really change things, and the logical conclusion of national roaming on mobile phones.
That’s how weird I am. SO THERE!