N Srinivasan Quotes & Sayings

He could not take his eyes off her. Would she recognise him? Were their destinies linked this time? He had begged them to allow him this last chance. His seventh attempt. If he failed, their destinies would be severed forever. — Srividya Srinivasan

You talk of beauty, love, laughter and life like a precious memory. As if the sunshine of love and laughter shall never flow into your life again. You make it sound like your present and future shall promise you nothing but safety and comfort in a sort of dead, dull way. What killed the spirit of madness, the spark of adventure and the sense of delicious fun ? Your aliveness ? Is this what it is to get old ? — Srividya Srinivasan

There are times when you long for answers and you become painfully aware that you are surrounded by people who may not even comprehend your questions — Srividya Srinivasan

Many ancient (and contemporary) societies considered the sexually awakened female
as both auspicious and dangerous. — Srinivasan

If you are heavy luggage, it does not matter where you go. You will still find the journey tedious — Srividya Srinivasan

Shine your light unto the night to bring on the dawn — Srividya Srinivasan

We belong where we are most loved — Srividya Srinivasan

You can demand that I accept who you are, You cannot demand that I should like you too. — Srividya Srinivasan

Jadeja has been sent by N. Srinivasan to play cricket and then go back ... to Dhoni. — Ravi Shastri

No one is a failure until that is the only definition of themselves that they are willing to see within. — Srividya Srinivasan

She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night. — Srividya Srinivasan

The nights and days had merged, trapped in that little house held captive by a stubborn old woman. — Srividya Srinivasan

Love dies when the lover in us dies. It snaps when the lover in us gives up in defeat. When the cold, practical us takes over the the self-image of us a lover. When the lover in us wins, the practical us recedes and the magic takes over, and when the lover in us loses, the practical us takes over and the magic recedes and the more the lover in us dies, the less courage we have in magic until we reach a point where we even disbelieve the very notion of magic, and magic within us. Who would believe the madness of moonlight in broad daylight? Love dies from hunger for love that love is unable to feed. If I tell you that just as the cold rays of harsh sunlight shall give away to the silver cool of the moonlight beams, your disbelief can turn to magic,are you going to believe? That the stars are there even during the day, that we are the ones unable to see, would you believe? — Srividya Srinivasan

You are truly home only when you find your tribe — Srividya Srinivasan

It requires tremendous discipline to stay free — Srividya Srinivasan

A feminist is a woman lover not a man hater — Srividya Srinivasan

The winner has a different memory and the loser has a different memory of the same event. Where then is the question of a shared memory? What is history? Where is the notion of a We? Unless, the victory has the grace to accept the loser into his moment of glory or the loser has the grace to accede the winner his moment of glory ? — Srividya Srinivasan

One waits an entire lifetime for a soul mate to appear. And no, God is not the answer — Srividya Srinivasan

Some day, I hope that you will find me hidden amidst my worlds, letters, poems and writings, discover me amidst my characters, uncover what i hid in plain sight. But I doubt you will. You have never known how to read between the lines. — Srividya Srinivasan

Only if I heal, can you heal. Only if you heal, can I heal. Otherwise, we would continue to scar each other. — Srividya Srinivasan

The number of dead selves we keep alive within us is insane — Srividya Srinivasan

For a prince to rescue her, most often a princess has to give him directions — Srividya Srinivasan

When the moment is right, it simply is — Srividya Srinivasan

Delayed, unexpressed appreciation is meaningless. The dead need no appreciation. The living do. — Srividya Srinivasan

The gift of love is in the simplest and utter joy of just being with the other. In coming alive to the present moment, together. In recognizing and being overwhelmingly grateful that among countless other possibilities that the vastness of life throws, the moment was possible. The impatience of love, is to desire a million such moments stretching forever. Small. Beautiful. Profound. Fragile. Floating away like flowers on the flowing brook. How foolish we are sometimes to miss the gift of the present, in our desire to imprison the future? — Srividya Srinivasan

A master learns. A mere student argues — Srividya Srinivasan

There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company. — Srividya Srinivasan

Kashayam [was] a drink the vanaras had morning, noon and night, and a few times in between. It was a kind of brew with all kinds of herbs thrown in: the thick, sharp-tasting furry karpuravalli, the strong spicy tulsi, the slightly bitter bark of the coconut tree, pungent pepper roots, the breathcatching nellikai, the cool root of vetriver, and just about anything else that was considered edible. And some things that weren't. In their craze for novelty, vanaras sometimes flung in new kinds of leaves or berries just because they smelt interesting; whole families had been known to fall ill, or even die. Gind's family were not a very adventurous lot, and stuck to things they knew not to be poisonous. Still, every day's kashayam was different, and this was a great topic of conversation among the vanaras. — Harini Gopalswami Srinivasan

Become gloriously comfortable in your own skin, however awkward the fit. — Srividya Srinivasan

You know you have arrived when you have stopped caring about the destination — Srividya Srinivasan

It is highly abnormal today to be happy in this highly abnormal world. It can only come with complete distancing from all things around, all events around and all people and our equations with them. We transact, interact only to the extent of necessity and our well-being.The question is then what remains of us from such acute levels of detachments that we build as safety barriers to safeguard our happiness ? If our happiness is so fragile, then are we truly happy ? If we are immersed in the world and still happy then we must surely possess the highest degree of tolerance for the vilest of things. The picture that emerges of a happy individual is not a happy one. — Srividya Srinivasan

There is no way you can go back in time and protect your earlier selves — Srividya Srinivasan