欧宝娱乐

“The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.

The world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into dazzling jungles.

What right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant humming welcoming darkness.”
― Jay Woodman, SPAN

“How many times did the sun shine, how many times did the wind howl over the desolate tundras, over the bleak immensity of the Siberian taigas, over the brown deserts where the Earth鈥檚 salt shines, over the high peaks capped with silver, over the shivering jungles, over the undulating forests of the tropics! Day after day, through infinite time, the scenery has changed in imperceptible features. Let us smile at the illusion of eternity that appears in these things, and while so many temporary aspects fade away, let us listen to the ancient hymn, the spectacular song of the seas, that has saluted so many chains rising to the light.”
― Emile Argand, Tectonics of Asia

“Trees talk if you care to listen. I know that now but back then, I had only heard the old oak tree outside my window back home. I鈥檇 heard it breathe. Yes, breathe. On the cold nights when I sat up prepping for my exams, when the rest of the world fell into a deep slumber, I heard the Old Oak: a bit eerie, like an old man, its breathing, laboured and arrhythmic.
I wasn鈥檛 hallucinating; Picking up my stopwatch, I checked if there was a pattern and there was one. A clear and loud inhalation and exhalation, almost human-like. I wondered if the Old Oak was trying to communicate with me. Tell me its story?”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“For twelve days we walked through the barren desert lands to jungles, through marshes and mountains, sleeping on the hillsides and in the train stations of dusty pueblos; we slept under bridges and on the tracks too, all the better to be alerted of the coming train.”
― Milan Sime Martinic, Ironway: Watching Over Benjamin Hill -

“The Jungle was alive. A throbbing entity with its own rules of engagement. And the rules were fairly simple. That you did not try to engage with it. That you had to let it own you. The Jungle had ears and eyes. It found your fears faster than you found your strength. And word travelled fast, really fast. Especially if raging waters criss-crossed through its hear. If you did not square off with your fears, the Jungle would square off with you.”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“I suppose the precise moment when death swoops in to snatch your soul isn't actually terrifying. The nanoseconds preceding it are like Final Destination 6 playing out at 120 frames per second. The Jeep hurtling down, me inside it, being tossed around violently, screaming, watching the freefall knowing that the gas tank has 60 gallons of petrol in it and seeing a protruding rock fifty metres ahead. Now that is cruel!”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“I had always hoped to die in my sleep with a peaceful look and a rose-tinted lip balm on, so the idea of having my mangled charred parts picked from a hundred mile radius was mortifying. That was no way to go if the Gods loved you, I reasoned. At thirteen, most of us beleived that we were loved. I did go home and write up that will, just in case they didn't”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“So Tawang it was for three summers. Three spectacular summers, new friendships and an accidental adventure that is still fresh in my mind.
Tawang was and is special in so many ways. Ten thousand feet above sea level, home to the oldest monastery in Asia, with clouds that floated right into the military barracks.”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“I鈥檝e held on to those memories for the longest; never
letting them go because it takes time 鈥� sometimes years 鈥�
to truly understand how a childhood adventure can impact
you.
When I look back, I marvel at how surreal that day had
been. It was the kind of misadventure one had only seen
in the movies and in all those stories the protagonists were
adults, some of whom did not make it. But we were just
children, and this was happening to us. And this was as real
as it could get.
For years after, numerous existential questions raced
through my head: Was God testing us? Were we handpicked
for it? Was it preordained? Th en the fog started to lift and I
saw it for what it was: a day in the jungle. Also, a day when
everything went wrong. I鈥檇 read somewhere that adversity
does not build character, it reveals it. We were tested, we
were pushed to the limits of our physical and emotional
endurance. We made it out alive, and it is important that
this experience be shared.”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“Sometimes the universe gives signs, it foreshadows.
It warns. Sometimes coming events cast their shadows before.Momentously happy ones too. But sometimes those signs are just our hearts wanting something so desperately that we project them. All things said, this whole reading-the-signs business can be tricky as hell.”
― Nidhie Sharma, INVICTUS

“The jungle king for lion is a human.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov