Saturday, October 22, 2011
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Sunday, July 10, 2011
It has been a week of change. Trials and triumphs. But altogether overwhelming and I’m dizzy from the ride.
I’m not entirely sure that I’m ready for the magnitude of things to come.
Never one to welcome change, I now waver between dismay and delight.
I don’t want to be all grown up and make choices. I don't want to let go of my quirks. I don't want to be vanilla.
I want to be a hippy and live by the sea. I want to be a mountain hermit and not talk to people. I want to travel like a gypsy. I want to work in a bookshop. I want to curl up and do nothing.
I don’t want to decide.
Posted by Palwasha N. Minhas at 7:11 AM
Friday, March 11, 2011
“A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much… because a girl who reads understands syntax. literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals.
A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. a girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses–the hesitation of breath–endemic to a lie. a girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that i am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. she can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. she feels them in her skin. the girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. but of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. she is comfortable with them. she has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. you with the joyce, you with the nabokov, you with the woolf. you there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. you, who make my life so god damned difficult. the girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. she insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. you, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that i am not. but i am weak and i will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than i am. you will not accept the life that i told of at the beginning of this piece. you will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied.“
— charles warnke, don’t date a girl who reads, 2011
P.S. Copied it off Bayl-a-Wajah
Posted by Palwasha N. Minhas at 5:35 PM
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
Oh drama queen, grow up before I sharpen my knives.
Posted by Palwasha N. Minhas at 9:19 PM