The Art Of Losing

One of my all time fav movies is In Her Shoes.
A story that starts off as a very very ordinary chick flick and somewhere eventually becomes a very emotional movie . About two sisters – who are absolutely different , yet there s this bond that ties them of loss & hurt . This poem comes about at almost as the defining point of the movie.
Both sisters end up finding their true calling , fight their fears , discover their true selves and despite a misunderstanding that takes them apart they eventually come closer and help each other become what they truly want to be.

I love this poem .. and the way Cameron Diaz recites it. And then goes about explaining her interpretation of it. Right now .. as am losing a friend that i was quite happy to discover , and i am trying to be umm okay about it .. this is what i feel .

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

– Elizabeth Bishop

Its heart wrenching to see the way the poet seems so detached and cold about the whole ‘losing’ deal. but then that’s just the surface.( or what i call the self preservation thing!) deep deep down , there s an ache and unbeatable sense of loss that’s already setting in .
and she’s being evasive about it by saying she’s gotten used to it.

But you might lose keys , or books or names or houses you’ve stayed in …
but when you lose a friend…you lose a part of you.

Its an art that isnt hard to master.

Repartee

I had this charming collection of poems

They were about silver speckled fantasy

I used to keep them hidden under my pillow

And never let anybody see  

I left them behind with the excess baggage

As I moved to another city

Now I write about how things really are

And how I would want them to be

To New Beginnings …

Well , its monday !

and before i realise the weekend just flew off …

considering that saturday was mostly in office and sunday was at a photo shoot

but i guess by managing three movies back to back ,

a very successful attempt at window – shopping for over 2 hrs ,

a nice oriental dinner and a refreshing meeting over coffee …

i am quite happy with the way my weekend turned out in the end!

well… the plans for an all-on-my-own-on-a-shoestring-budget trip to shimla seems to be working out , that i guess would form the first post under my far & beyond category!

some more stuff in the meantime to add to the random thoughts oops “Verses” .. : )

nope i am not losing my mind … am just trying to find it !

—-

If only I knew which way to head;

I wouldn’t choose the one ways  

If only I could trust my heart again;

I wouldn’t fear another endless chase

If only I have the courage to get real

I wouldn’t let go of a dream again

If only I understood what it means to be fine,

I wouldn’t have left the world of the insane 

But I wear my best smile every day,

And look out for some life in the existing

Coz every story has an end, they say

For me every end is a new beginning  

—-

So here s to a brand new week ….