The whole day i have been browsing through various blogs (this is the only thing which hasn't been blocked in my office till now), read a large number of posts and also went through my own archives. While reading the previous posts i came across this post of mine http://unltdtime.blogspot.com/2008/05/certified-engineer.html and i felt that this was the best i had posted till now. Then i remembered telling pallavi this morning that i had loved this post of hers http://humor-in-nonsense.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you.html .
I also read many more posts and i found that the ones i liked most, the ones which touched a cord inside me where the ones which had a tone of sadness, and then i remembered that adage "the sweetest songs are those which are sung in sad times". and also the poem by William Wordsworth 'The solitary reaper'
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
