Thursday, November 27, 2008

Where be your Grecian Urn?

A friend has all the answers. He is looking for the questions.

I, on the other hand, don't mind looking for the answers, but, I have never been able to understand the questions.

I like to think of truth as a treasure hunt, the treasure being beauty. I like to think that I know the avenues, the hurdles.

I don't know what nameless, elusive address houses the Grecian Urn.

I don't know where to lead my one man parade.

Everything else becomes simplicity.

PS: Apologies to Keats.


Abhineet said...

Has that anything to do with the exams.... because I feel so...

Aarushi said...