Monday, December 28, 2009
Whose lips are those?
Recently, I was sitting with some friends, amused as they jumped about in front of the television which had a pair of lips on it and the grand prize winner would be the one to guess the person whose lips they are. This was amusing as they guessed who it was and then they convinced one person to lend his phone to call. Upon connecting he found himself in a waiting lounge. All the callers who got through would guess the wrong answer and the list of callers waiting kept going down. Patiently, then excitedly waiting, he clung to the phone and when there was only one caller left he was jumping about, because by now, everyone was sure those were Aishwarya Rai’s lips and the callers seemed to guess the most obscure names except hers. The clock was ticking louder. An alarm was sounded and a red light started flashing. It sounded like there was a fire somewhere and there was a need to hurry. As I watched this, the last caller was put on and it wasn’t my friend. He was disappointed, but didn’t give up and as he clung to the phone and waited a while, the list with only one caller left, after a while magically became the last 20 callers. They tempted people by saying that the next caller would get 5,000 just for getting through. After a point, the person whose phone it was realized he would have to take it away before there was no balance left. At Rs. 20/ minute, he proved the skeptics correct that the program was a fake, nobody actually gets through and all the callers are fake. After spending an hour of analysis, I managed to convince the 2% of myself that believed the program was not staged, that it was in fact staged. At this point I also realized that, though I didn’t believe in the program I had just been fooled into watching it in the process of trying to figure if it was real. I can’t say for sure, but I know it’s a solid scheme to make money if tons of people around the country, who believe will watch and spend Rs. 20/min. calling all at the same time and there are tons more people watching to see if it’s real or not.
Breathing Fire
The pleasure of entertainment seems to exceed the value of humans. The ability to twist people’s mind is being able to exceed itself way beyond its assumed limits, be it through temptation of money, fame or through a sequence of images and the voice that forms your “truth”, lifestyles and behavioral patterns to aspire for.
The creation and molding of needs, wants, thoughts, ideals, spirit, hope, aspirations lying in the hands of responsible film-makers and television program producers, authors, editors, visual communication artists and designers, is scary almost.
The news is now an entertainment program with hype and sizzling hot garbage flooding a large amount of the air time, and page space to help scare the people into believing anything under the sun and want anything even that which they don’t need.
To think that there are so many programs being produced to cause complications in people’s life and relationships, trample their self-esteem, give up their sense of self, the extent of the achievable outcome almost unimaginable. At the cost of entertainment, the thrill of reality, and a whole lot of money, television and media have decided to turn the world around and the funniest thing is, nobody cares, well almost nobody. It feels like there’s a world which is being twisted, people are enjoying it and either nobody realizes or they’ve been brainwashed and just continue watching. It’s not an open-mind, it’s not free love and it sure as hell isn’t world peace.
While growing up with an open-minded approach to life, I formed a code for myself, ‘Enjoy yourself as much as you want as long as it doesn’t encroach upon or cause harm to others.’
“When the truth is found to be lies, all the joy within you dies.” – Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ8C97Mj8qo
The creation and molding of needs, wants, thoughts, ideals, spirit, hope, aspirations lying in the hands of responsible film-makers and television program producers, authors, editors, visual communication artists and designers, is scary almost.
The news is now an entertainment program with hype and sizzling hot garbage flooding a large amount of the air time, and page space to help scare the people into believing anything under the sun and want anything even that which they don’t need.
To think that there are so many programs being produced to cause complications in people’s life and relationships, trample their self-esteem, give up their sense of self, the extent of the achievable outcome almost unimaginable. At the cost of entertainment, the thrill of reality, and a whole lot of money, television and media have decided to turn the world around and the funniest thing is, nobody cares, well almost nobody. It feels like there’s a world which is being twisted, people are enjoying it and either nobody realizes or they’ve been brainwashed and just continue watching. It’s not an open-mind, it’s not free love and it sure as hell isn’t world peace.
While growing up with an open-minded approach to life, I formed a code for myself, ‘Enjoy yourself as much as you want as long as it doesn’t encroach upon or cause harm to others.’
“When the truth is found to be lies, all the joy within you dies.” – Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZ8C97Mj8qo
Sunday, December 27, 2009
"the Anti-Christ"
I think I may actually have some kind of disorder. I always thought it was cool. But now it’s just scary. I don’t know if it’s actually something I should be worried about. Is it eating me up slowly? Will I slowly become less and less functional, like the guy in the book ‘Epileptic’ by David B.? Will I suddenly realize that my life’s been turned around by someone like Tyler Durdan? Have I got an imaginary friend who’s been secretly locked up in a green jack-the-box and will spring himself on me later? Will I lose complete control of my mind? Is the substance releasing it? Am I abusing substance?
Yesterday, I came home drunk and made a big scene in front of my whole family. It‘s Christmas time and we’ve been at my grandmum’s place. Family reunion. Happy and joyful it’s supposed to be. Though they feel I’m wasting my time and life fooling around and partying and getting drunk. My mother was getting grilled about it, when I arrived, drunk. I had no clue. In some odd way, the tension gave way and I saw my grandmother upset. In my drunken, happy state I went to console her. Everything flipped when she said it was my fault and that my mother had been getting grilled because of my callous attitude towards life. It became ugly. I took off on a series of hurtful things to say and didn’t want to see my family again.
My father was also there and I had a huge fight with him. He left early in the morning.
I woke up and the flared ego had shrunk with the effect of the alcohol wearing off. I felt like such a fool. But, a lot of pent up emotion had come gushing out in flaring rage. Saying things that I didn’t mean, behaving in a way that wasn’t me. I didn’t know where to look or what to say, but my family were very understanding and let it pass as a drunken fit in tough times.
The Anti-Christ had shown his dark face again and brought about chaos and insecurity once again. I was opened up and completely vulnerable, but brought back down to earth. I am thankful to the protective forces, the shoten zenjin for keeping me safe and watching over me.
In this time, the emergence of darkness again, I realized that there was a drastic change that I had undergone. I am thankful to the Anti-Christ for showing me the side of me, that isn’t me. And in doing so, showing me who I am, to awake afresh to greet the new dawn.
“It is darkest before dawn.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-trXfv5Qbg
Yesterday, I came home drunk and made a big scene in front of my whole family. It‘s Christmas time and we’ve been at my grandmum’s place. Family reunion. Happy and joyful it’s supposed to be. Though they feel I’m wasting my time and life fooling around and partying and getting drunk. My mother was getting grilled about it, when I arrived, drunk. I had no clue. In some odd way, the tension gave way and I saw my grandmother upset. In my drunken, happy state I went to console her. Everything flipped when she said it was my fault and that my mother had been getting grilled because of my callous attitude towards life. It became ugly. I took off on a series of hurtful things to say and didn’t want to see my family again.
My father was also there and I had a huge fight with him. He left early in the morning.
I woke up and the flared ego had shrunk with the effect of the alcohol wearing off. I felt like such a fool. But, a lot of pent up emotion had come gushing out in flaring rage. Saying things that I didn’t mean, behaving in a way that wasn’t me. I didn’t know where to look or what to say, but my family were very understanding and let it pass as a drunken fit in tough times.
The Anti-Christ had shown his dark face again and brought about chaos and insecurity once again. I was opened up and completely vulnerable, but brought back down to earth. I am thankful to the protective forces, the shoten zenjin for keeping me safe and watching over me.
In this time, the emergence of darkness again, I realized that there was a drastic change that I had undergone. I am thankful to the Anti-Christ for showing me the side of me, that isn’t me. And in doing so, showing me who I am, to awake afresh to greet the new dawn.
“It is darkest before dawn.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-trXfv5Qbg
Collages
It’s grown to be a very important metaphor for me to describe things today. Things could be anything, so I shall proceed to cite examples. The first being - me. I would say that like a lot of people of today, I am a collage. A collaged mix of different characteristics, beliefs, thoughts, views, experiences etc. I have been picking up different aspects of different cultures from the different places I have been to and lived in. That’s three times different, but it all comes together in one sentence. In the same way, I comprise of different pieces, some overlapping, some getting more attention than others and over the years, layers being added on. Somewhere along the way there have been pieces of me which have got covered up in the collaging process, which I may find only if I scratch at the surface and reveal what was.
The physicality of the collage lets me find so many answers to myself. The impulse which drives me at points may need to be accounted for by the pieces placed around it or additional illustration or decoration. Or, to simply focus on another part as soon as I sense slight dissatisfaction.
It is easy to do that, given that every time I walk down the road, or am stuck in my car at a crossing, there are so many things for me to see, sense and think about, and I choose to focus on what I feel is relevant at the point. My eyes (and directly my thoughts) can move from one thing to the stringing together some sense and sometimes none related. The most marvelous thing I feel is the ability to shut off all other things, for those few moments, and ignorance is bliss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyaWw8rx7eQ
At various points multiple choice breaks out.
Ads. that lets me block out the rest of the choices and focus on one, fascinate me.
The physicality of the collage lets me find so many answers to myself. The impulse which drives me at points may need to be accounted for by the pieces placed around it or additional illustration or decoration. Or, to simply focus on another part as soon as I sense slight dissatisfaction.
It is easy to do that, given that every time I walk down the road, or am stuck in my car at a crossing, there are so many things for me to see, sense and think about, and I choose to focus on what I feel is relevant at the point. My eyes (and directly my thoughts) can move from one thing to the stringing together some sense and sometimes none related. The most marvelous thing I feel is the ability to shut off all other things, for those few moments, and ignorance is bliss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyaWw8rx7eQ
At various points multiple choice breaks out.
Ads. that lets me block out the rest of the choices and focus on one, fascinate me.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Started writing again – 23/12/2009
Songe-Moller. The name has been resounding in my head, possibly with subconscious intent of reading the book “Philosophy Without Women”. The name itself struck my interest, the moment I saw it on a friend’s list of top 10 books. I borrowed it from her, but haven’t yet managed to read it.
With a break for Christmas and my tiresome-taxing quest to understand and communicate happiness coming to a close, I can focus on:
Reading, writing and experiencing without hesitation whatever it is I choose to at that moment. That is of course, after I can overlook the word ‘close’ and continue writing.
With a break for Christmas and my tiresome-taxing quest to understand and communicate happiness coming to a close, I can focus on:
Reading, writing and experiencing without hesitation whatever it is I choose to at that moment. That is of course, after I can overlook the word ‘close’ and continue writing.
Monday, December 21, 2009
"Through the Mirror"
Off late, I’ve been spending a lot of time in another world, uncovering thoughts and places I didn’t know existed in my head. When I was ready, I followed the voices and the smiling face of Playful Nature and went through the mirror, to find out what lay beyond.
Through paths I feel I cannot explain, I walked and in search of happiness returned to the same point again. I followed her down the same paths again and again, happy for a while. I knew I was getting closer to something but always found myself where I had left off with little change.
Time and again, I chanced upon a little man, Old Man Yoda, he said his name was. He spoke wisely as was expected, voicing words very much like my own. Though the way he spoke was funny, his words made sense to me. I would have said the same to myself if I were as preachy.
With him at times there was a man in a long black coat. His story was a little hard to understand, for of things that had happened in the future, he spoke. He said there was another him whom I would meet and had met before. He said he was Alter Ego of the Anti-Christ that once was. He said I knew this Anti-Christ and had overcome him before.
I was sure he had me confused with someone else. However, patient as I am, I listened to what they had to say. They said the Anti-Christ is dead. Killed by his alter ego, Alter Ego, who stood before me then.
As if that wasn’t confusing enough, they said he’d emerge again and that I would kill him. This horrific thought I didn’t believe, but it troubled me immensely.
I went off again following Playful Nature, for her sweetleaf I did enjoy. And at some point I suppose, she brought me back to reality, just like she always did.
Through the Mirror: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOGycwt0LXs
Old Man Yoda: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7CRMEEyMjU
Playful Nature: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56P4XLdL8wc
Through paths I feel I cannot explain, I walked and in search of happiness returned to the same point again. I followed her down the same paths again and again, happy for a while. I knew I was getting closer to something but always found myself where I had left off with little change.
Time and again, I chanced upon a little man, Old Man Yoda, he said his name was. He spoke wisely as was expected, voicing words very much like my own. Though the way he spoke was funny, his words made sense to me. I would have said the same to myself if I were as preachy.
With him at times there was a man in a long black coat. His story was a little hard to understand, for of things that had happened in the future, he spoke. He said there was another him whom I would meet and had met before. He said he was Alter Ego of the Anti-Christ that once was. He said I knew this Anti-Christ and had overcome him before.
I was sure he had me confused with someone else. However, patient as I am, I listened to what they had to say. They said the Anti-Christ is dead. Killed by his alter ego, Alter Ego, who stood before me then.
As if that wasn’t confusing enough, they said he’d emerge again and that I would kill him. This horrific thought I didn’t believe, but it troubled me immensely.
I went off again following Playful Nature, for her sweetleaf I did enjoy. And at some point I suppose, she brought me back to reality, just like she always did.
Through the Mirror: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOGycwt0LXs
Old Man Yoda: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7CRMEEyMjU
Playful Nature: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56P4XLdL8wc
Sunday, December 20, 2009
"Thumper"
Thumper. I can’t help but think of the rabbit every time I hear the name. It may take time to get used to. Everytime I look at him, I can’t help but picture a rabbit’s head on him. I know he’s human, but he has a rabbit’s head. It is a little odd.
I’ve seen him quite a few times now and he still has a rabbit head. I can’t really tell what he’s actually like though. Can’t see through the rabbit head. He tries to be nice, but there’s something shady. There seems like there’s something darker waiting within.
He makes mum happy and I suppose that’s what counts. But, what about the people he’s making unhappy? Is doing what they’re doing right? Isn’t there some institution which they are supposed to follow? Or am I holding too strongly to preconceived notions, but that’s what I’ve grown up with and been taught.
He seems…umm…alright.
He does take a lot of trouble and my mum and him seem quite happy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4aHQJhPJkQ
I’ve seen him quite a few times now and he still has a rabbit head. I can’t really tell what he’s actually like though. Can’t see through the rabbit head. He tries to be nice, but there’s something shady. There seems like there’s something darker waiting within.
He makes mum happy and I suppose that’s what counts. But, what about the people he’s making unhappy? Is doing what they’re doing right? Isn’t there some institution which they are supposed to follow? Or am I holding too strongly to preconceived notions, but that’s what I’ve grown up with and been taught.
He seems…umm…alright.
He does take a lot of trouble and my mum and him seem quite happy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4aHQJhPJkQ
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