All the difference in the world.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This poem was written by Robert Frost. Taken from his collection named Mountain Interval. The poem's name is : The road not taken. Actually I read the last three lines on Pogo's blog and couldn't resist the temptation of posting the complete poem here. Robert Frost has written some of the greatest poems I have ever read ( strictly personal opinion ) which includes Stopping by the… which is commonly liked by many people. Another poem of great substance is Mending Wall. Man I still remember the intense discussion that went on in the school's english class after this poem was read.

Just read the last three lines, that makes all the difference.

Your friend,
silentEcho

The wait has ended

hi,
It was last in January I suppose when our wing’s toilets were closed for rennovation and the junta had to walk something like half a mile to do the daily chores. Given the fact that we used to take bath once every fortnight when the wing bathrooms were open, the tendency to bath died altogether when the bathrooms closed. It was such a pain in the ass ( and elsewhere ) to go to other wing’s loos for leaking that we used to go only when any further wait would have led to diastrous outbursts from various locations in the body. Some of our wingmates ( like Shezzy ) started living in the other wings to avoid problems. The problems went so high that people used to identify the junta from our wing by the characterstic G-mid ( that’s my wing ) smell. We used to curse our maintenance secretary Nishith Khantal for all this.

The hall residents were close to kick the shit out of our bases when one fine day ( that was two days ago ) the bathrooms and toilets reopened. Ahh what a feeling. As I entered the bathroom and saw the brand new hangers and showers I was bound to speak what Firdaus said about Kashmir : Gar firdaus bar rue zamin ast hamin ast, hamin ast, hamin ast! (“If there is paradise on the face of the earth, it is here, it is here, it is here!”).

I am off to bathing now…in my heaven.
Till we meet again,
silentEcho