With Maugham In FL5...

Maugham and FL5 form a perfect setting for my musings, on my daily travel to and from office. If you are just wondering what FL5 is...it is the local train that I travel by. I would write more on the FL5 journeys in my later posts...but it'd be Maugham who'd grace this post...

Philip has just discovered a true relationship and I wonder if I put up a display on my face as I sail with him through every emotion of his…coz the girl sitting opposite to me in the train gave me a curious look. I haven't read anyone who could depict relationships so well. The story takes you through all kinds of relationships...wierd, fleeting,touching and even some that you would despise...and the rest are simply unexplainable.I haven't read Dostoevsky yet...Maugham to me is undoubtedly a Master though. As I try introspecting and discovering myself...I couldn't come across this conversation at a better time...

From here on it's Maugham in his words....

Hayward talked beautifully of Plato.
'I should have thought you'd got through with Plato by now,' said Philip impatiently.
'Would you?' he asked, raising his eyebrows.
He was not inclined to pursue the subject.He had discovered of late the effective dignity of silence.
'I don't see the use of reading the same thing over and over again,' said Philip.'That's only a laborious form of idleness.'
'But are you under the impression that you have so great a mind that you can understand the most profound writer at a first reading?'
'I don't want to understand him, I'm not a critic. I'm not interested in him for his sake but for mine.'
'Why d'you read then?'
'Partly for pleasure, beacause it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as if I don't smoke, and partly to know myself.When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only,but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for me, and it becomes part of me; I've got out of the book all that's any use to me, and I can't get anything more if I read it a dozen times.You see, it seems to me, one's like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all;but there are certain things that have a peculiar significance for one, and they open a petal; and the petals open one by one; and at last the flower is there. '

Before I Start Off...

I was so excited about the blog, that I wanted to start off with the posts right away with some thoughts that were popping up…but first I wanted to explore as to what makes me so anxious to put them all in here.

There have been lots of thoughts in me at different points of time, that went by un-captured…

On the path of my self-discovery…when I reach the confines of my capabilities…when I would like to retrace the long winding path (Don’t ask me how I know it’d be one…a woman’s intuition I would say, also, a great confidence in my potential, to get into things that are tortuous enough to make my short journey long) that I've tread and reflect on it…this would be where I would like to come back to…