If I Were A Sentence Written In The English Language

My Symphony: Luxury Of Loneliness by Her Space Holiday


If I were a sentence written in the English language, I would be compound-complex with lots of nouns and even more verbs. I would have five dependent clauses speaking slightly about my schooling, my job, my salary, my possessions and my wants. Only two of my clauses would speak of love, romance, beauty, poetry, chaos and adventure. But these are the independent clauses, and they’d speak with clarity, certainty and passion.

My structure wouldn’t always be considered conventional as my commas sometimes induce confusion. Even my appositives could be quite misleading. I would often end up being laughed at by people who judge me as ungrammatical without even giving me a second read. They would grab the upper right corner of the page I’m written on and turn it over, unsympathetically missing the meaning behind my gerund phrases masquerading as little juvenile outputs of  irrationality behind my overtly reticent figures of speech.

I would have infinitives that I truly hold close to my heart and a couple of onomatopoeic mixtures of syllables that give music to my life. I would often be misunderstood, but I’d never be boring.

Intellectuals and achievers would dislike me, though, because they’d be disappointed to learn that I am full of simple words – words they’d never have to refer to a dictionary to check the meaning of. They’d even go as far as telling me I am a waste of ink and, more especially, a waste of space. They’d critically ridicule me for not being popular, successful or bankable. They would cringe at the mere thought of my existence not contributing anything to the modern day society. I am never quoted in any book, magazine or newspaper. My strokes and my edges have never been seen in university halls and on office walls; no one finds me significant enough to be framed or published. Basically, most people think I am simply silly. Childish, lazy, rebellious.

But that’s just the majority.

On the brighter side, I would occasionally have readers who are more emotionally inclined. Now I don’t mean emotional alcoholics who regularly walk around with their broken hearts’ blood on their sleeves, or people who cry over everything about their lives 24/7. What I’m referring to are the people who treat it as a priority to read between the lines; people who know how to look at one’s conjunctions and transitional adverbs not as a convolution but as an opportunity – an opportunity to ask more, to know more, to understand more. And these are the people that I would be holding on to. There wouldn’t be many of them, but they’d be more than enough to bring my syntax to life.

So every now and then, I would be lucky enough to be situated right in front of kind and compassionate eyes. These eyes wouldn’t necessarily have to be that educated in Semantics, Psychology or Literature. These are simply eyes that have seen sentences like me in a less blinding light. These are eyes that know I’m not childish, but childlike; not lazy, but idyllic; not rebellious, but alive (and kicking).  These are eyes that have the ability to read a compound-complex thing like me and see the simplicity in an instant.

And if I were a sentence written in the English language, I’d be translated to all the other languages there are in the world. Nope, not because I am so great and influential, but simply because just like all the other sentences out there, my only goal in life is to be written and read

…and maybe even loved.

I’d Rather Be an Idiot

My Symphony:Nothing. Just the serene sound of the raindrops hitting the roof.

… because sometimes, an idiot is way wiser than a genius.

I assume not everyone was able to watch the movie 3 Idiots. Well as a quick information, it is a Bollywood movie featuring Indian actors in a story which never failed to move me. I will share with you my reaction to the movie. This is originally our task in my Eng1 class; however, I still believe that people who by some chance or circumstance were able to visit my blog will somehow learn a lot from this.

Here it is.

Taking a look at the current status of education and life as a whole, one may see how humanity has been swallowed up by false ideologies, twisted beliefs and a superficial idea of happiness and success. The movie “3 Idiots”, however, didn’t fail to tackle several issues most of us are apathetic or even clueless about in this present day situation. Upon watching the movie, I realized that education is different from mere schooling. In the movie, it is shown to us that college isn’t about earning a degree or getting a precious diploma on graduation day. A high-paying job, a pretty wife, fancy cars, gigantic houses and an overflowing bank account top most of the students’ list of reasons for entering college. None of these mattered to Rancho. He entered college for the joy of learning, and I can’t help but get moved by such sentiment. Digging in deeper to the film, I learned that life is a mishmash of different roads with many streets and turns, and we should be the ones to decide for ourselves which road to take. It is indeed true that no one can ever completely dictate you aside from your heart—your own and not any other’s heart. I know a lot of people who were forced to take up courses which are pre-medical or pre-law even when all along, they wanted to be artists, journalists, singers or actors. We can’t keep on living a life built on lies and pretense. In the end, we will be the ones who will suffer the consequences of being too cowardly to follow our hearts’ desires. Another that strikes me is the friendship of those three idiots. Farhan, Raju and Rancho have undergone a lot of trials and difficulties together, but they were also able to solve and overcome them together. They were able to form a bond which stood the test of time and distance. They even came to a point where they treated each other not just as friends but as brothers and as a family. It is very heart-warming to see how a person can care for you, how far he would go just to help you out and how willing he is to fight for your friendship. From these three idiots’ bond, I learned that a friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. Sometimes, when we’re down and wasted, we tend to forget who we really are. Sometimes, a true friend knows us better than we know ourselves and believes in us even when we stop believing in our own capacities. The three idiots in the film proved that a friend scolds like a father, cares like a mother, irritates like a brother, teases like a sister and most of all, loves more than a lover.

When Raju’s father was taken into the hospital by Rancho in an emergency, Rancho said something which almost drove me to tears. After Raju found out about his father’s condition in the hospital, Pia asked the idiots if they have exams for the next day. Rancho responded saying “Exams? We have many… but a father, we only have one”. I am just amazed at how Rancho genuinely weighs things. It’s like he perfectly knows what matters and what doesn’t at a given situation. Another scene in the film which really caught my attention is the part where Rancho confronted the director of ICE, Virus, in Joy Lobo’s funeral. He told Virus that he’s lucky because the dead man’s parents and the investigators have no clue that what really happened wasn’t a suicide but a murder. Rancho added that it’s not the pressure on Joy’s neck which killed him. He went on asking “How about the mental pressure for the last four years of his life?” I find this line very witty and striking. Not everyone has the capacity to tell that to the director of one of India’s finest schools.

Finally, I also admire the part where Virus commanded Rancho to teach in front of the whole class. At first, he humiliated Rancho by implying that a mere student wants to change the system of the school and the way of teaching. Rancho slowly grabbed the two-inch thick book, scanned it for a couple of seconds and began writing on the board “Farhanitrate” and “Prerajulization”. He told the class, including the director, that they should look for the meaning of the two words within a given amount of time. In the end, no one was able to get the meaning of either of the words. Rancho emphasized the truth that their school isn’t teaching Engineering, but is merely teaching students to become bookish and totally encyclopedic. Rancho said that he didn’t teach the class Engineering, but rather taught Virus how to teach. This act is something which I find both brave and heroic. In this scene, one may be able to realize that many schools nowadays no longer teach students how to be wise. Sadly, some schools offer sheer degrees, diplomas and a very impressive transcript of records and credentials, but fail to offer genuine education and learning.

A Dose of Literature

My Tune: Please Don’t Stop the Rain by James Morrison

Lately, I have this strange feeling of wanting to devote my life to literature. But what’s weird is that I know that I don’t really aspire a career involving literature alone. I mean, yes, I love literary pieces and endeavors but I don’t really think devoting my life to such concept is one of my plans in life. But you see, sometimes, people don’t change things. Things change people. And for the five previous days of my life, I have encountered things which made me realize that indeed, fiction is sometimes even more real than reality itself.

So as a literary treat, I would like to share with you the poem I wrote for our English task about a couple of months ago…



Beware, O bark, the waves that wish to tear thee from these shores;

And bravely seek the harbor, for thy sides are reft of oars;

See how thy broken mast and yards are groaning in the gale!

Unsound, alas! Thy ropeless hull! Unsafe thy shredded sail!

Thou hast no gods to call upon when Sable Care is thine;

The sailor trusts no showy sterns, though built of Pontic pine.

O ship that wert my woe, that art my love, avoid the seas

And shun the treacherous waters of the shining Cyclades.



My dearest land, whose grounds have been squashy through the decades,

Hear me now as I give reprimand to thee and to thy nonchalant dwellers.

Look out! Corruption had already made thy walls so weak,

Thy roof so fragile and thy foundations so feeble.

No particular hero is of the capacity to eradicate this inhibiting regression,

Nor is there a miracle that will cure this dreadful degeneration.

For the only hero one can possibly see

Is the one that will make a change for the betterment of thee.

So strengthen thy weakening feet, my land.

Rise from the ashes, erect from thy ruins.

For with thy dwellers’ devotion and aid,

Thy will once again see the light that was then laid.

There goes your dose of literature. Watch out for countless more to be published. But as of now, I still have to make myself another cup of milk tea. *British mode (haha).