Digging for Meaning

I saw 'Mumbai meri jaan' .. and let me assure u, its a kickass movie. Brilliant it is! The movie is like a crow.. it nibbles at your wounds and makes noises that you would not like to hear. Its naked. A friend of mine was complaining '.. but I don't want to see this mumbai'. I won't give a description of the movies, or the details of the scene, (and I am so tempted to.. the sheer brilliance of them shots.. every shot has its politics.) or venture into an analysis of how this movie has shades of anti capitalism and so on $ ... but the beauty of the movie is in it's truthfulness and politics. I hope there were more crows like these. :P Another friend was complaining at the climax of the cliche therein, but then again why be non- cliche for the sake of it. The director pokes with the sensibility stick to the jaded zombified couch potato audience, and after the audience wakes up and becomes responsive, he holds the open soul-mouth of the audience so th...

after a long time... a long time.. atleast 5-6 years... I, we went to experience THE CIRCUS. :D It was a hot afternoon, and our 75/- ticket didn't fetch us the cool breeze off the fan. But.. (a solitary small 'but' can't do justice.. we need Wanchu's BUT here.. ) BUT.. was it an experience or what! utterly beautiful it was. (and yoda speak i levitate to .) I am a big fan of parkour because it brings forth the beauty of human body in motion with such great efficiency. Today what I witnessed was something similar and far more real. The supple, nimble bodies making things happen that seem simply impossible. the movements constituting such sublime poetry. This poem might not be graceful at all times, but is earnest nevertheless. ____________________________________ Through the acts, I was constantly reminded of the games I used to play and games we used to create as a kid. The balancing acts, the testing of body limits through challenges.... I was especially fond of p...

"Money can't buy happiness... But somehow its more comfortable to cry in a BMW than smile on a bicycle".. This is an SMS forward I got from a friend. Somehow its all very ugly. This importance of 'comfort'. Why is comfort so important to people? It completely escapes me. Comfort should be optional, and life should be primary. It absolutely pains me to see people giving up brilliant opportunities, ignoring sublime beauty around to explore, just to continue floating in their continuum of comfort. I can't stand people who would shy away from adventure, natural beauty for the sake of comfort. what kind of life do you see for yourself, if the objective of it becomes to lead a comfortable life? These people wouldn't even chase better comfort if the chase is uncomfortable. :P reducing life to mere existence when you can do more. what would these folks do in time of depression, of hardship, of scarcities. all of a sudden, your purpose of being stripped away from ...

If I talk in a lecture after having slept for a while, my voice seems alien to me. The voice and me saying it seems disconnected. I am almost afraid that what sounds may come might not be mine, they might start sounding different than what I intended. There is a fear of loss of control or more accurately, never having had control, being dependent on some alien agency of permission. At any moment, me and my sound may part, ascribing to me thoughts that are not mine, utterances that are not mine... P.s. - with these 2 posts, i hereby declare my descent through mediocrity and then below...

[upon re reading this, i realised that the thoughts i put here are half baked and not conclusive enough to make a strong argument.. nevertheless.... ] Every time i hear the national anthem, i have goosebumps. the patriotic feeling that strong. I don't quite understand this, cause I feel the notion of nation to be quite artificial. Physical borders really don't make much sense where physical resources alone no longer are the only things of consequence. Distances have been dissolved in this electronic age. I might be friends to people anywhere in the world, and we might bond over music and hatred than over national patriotism. (hmm.. so is nationalism just another vehicle for channeling hatred (accelerated competitiveness).. cuz being humans, we need to hate something..don't we?) We are global citizens, all our actions affect each other. As such, besides sports and some strategic geographical areas, there is no other avenue where notion of nation makes sense. Elsewhere somewh...

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What if the dead never disappear. The uncertainty of their presence due to their absence (due to disposal of the body - natural reasons/cremation/intering etc), now absent. Would we accept death more readily? What I mean here is, because the dead body is disposed of, the absence creates a certain uncertainty and thereby fear. If the dead survive after death in some way, the uncertainty now removed, would the notion of death be just as alerting and fear inducing? A few years back, when one of my friends died in an accident, the notion that he is not there any more was very difficult to fathom. He wasn't a very close friend, so we only met occasionally, randomly. So, with his death there was no notional rupture of our possibly meet in future. We used to meet randomly, and as such it was hard for me to understand that he might not meet me just as randomly now, ever.

I have always lead sleepless nights. Relished in its stillness. Its beauty, the beauty of shapes and sounds that come to fore that are hidden at other times. The still coolness, so unassuming and comforting. The smell of wet leaves and dew damp soil. Where the individual becomes so prominent. The lone leaf waving to you, comrade in the dark rhythm of night. But these days these sleepless nights are finding a shape in loneliness. Maybe I have always been lonely. It might be so, that I never had the courage to confront it. Weird thought, isn't it? My own emotions alien to me. Turning human, slowly. I don't know if its an ascent or a descent.