Amidst nodding heads, the music picked up the tempo. The drums slowly began beating faster and harder. The voice screeched about the pain of an infant abandoned by its very mother. And the guitar gave soul and feelings to his vocals. Irony that the place which I somehow find having a divine touch, had at that time been an audience to people enjoying this saga of Glorified Pain!
I searched the crowd, looking for faces to give away stories that made them relate to this sardonic melody being unleashed at them. I somehow wanted to soak and lose myself to every note being belted out, which was so carefully created to carry the theme of the song in it. And in that state of mind, I found a tussle happening within – one between the heart and the mind – one wanting to let out its story of pain and the other trying to find a logical way out of this externally infused emotion trying to pull me down - this evoked me to write today.
It is a wonder how a person chooses to portray pain. I believe the defiants took to the Gothic lifestyle, tattooing their emotions on themselves for the world to see. Some others wrote songs and poems, while some had funny versions to share, pulling out the gravity from their experience in their expression. Few others just trudged along,their hearts carrying it in silence.
Is there really as much pain in life or are we just sadist creatures taking pleasure in being “unable” to come out of this mental creation of quicksand of self-pity in which we seek refuge? Before I could ponder more, a friend came calling, breaking my thoughts. I realized the song had changed as we were walking away from the place.
I look back to it now and I think I’ve got the answer to my question – in fact I did there itself. A smile from the friend who pulled me out of my ruminations, the change of song, and another party to head to – the answer: we probably just hold on to it for too long, too tight, that the smiles around, the parties ahead and the change of songs of different themes, all in all life in its different flavors, are just pushed back into oblivion.
I now smile – Hallelujah!
“Yeah, Life’s good!:)”
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Muddled Thoughts
They say that on the path you have people walking along; but the last steps you must walk alone. A soldier walks alone into the arms of his death. A seeker has to walk that extra mile all by himself in his quest for knowledge. A woman brings the child into the world with her man, but the pains of labour are her own.
Is it true then that solitude is your best friend? Can it be for real that you have no one else’s but hands of your own faith to hold? When the lights are turned down low, when going into your own space under the covers of your bed; detached from the world and in company of your own thoughts and feelings, do we look within or without?
In the book The Godfather, Genco pleads the Don; his best friend; lying on his deathbed : Godfather, Godfather…. cure me. You have the power…Stay with me, Godfather. Help me meet death. If he sees you, he will be frightened and leave me in peace. You can say a word, pull a few strings eh? We will outwit those bastards as we outwitted all those others. (clutching his hand) Godfather, don’t betray me.
If it all is true, then what are we afraid of? Our own self? Just makes me wonder…………….
“To each one his own”.
Is it true then that solitude is your best friend? Can it be for real that you have no one else’s but hands of your own faith to hold? When the lights are turned down low, when going into your own space under the covers of your bed; detached from the world and in company of your own thoughts and feelings, do we look within or without?
In the book The Godfather, Genco pleads the Don; his best friend; lying on his deathbed : Godfather, Godfather…. cure me. You have the power…Stay with me, Godfather. Help me meet death. If he sees you, he will be frightened and leave me in peace. You can say a word, pull a few strings eh? We will outwit those bastards as we outwitted all those others. (clutching his hand) Godfather, don’t betray me.
If it all is true, then what are we afraid of? Our own self? Just makes me wonder…………….
“To each one his own”.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Coming Around....
I had been putting this off to never in this lifetime. I found it so not-my-taste to speak of the least. But I knew I had to come around, and so had this post. Maybe it was long overdue, so here I go.
Dev D – To begin with, the movie is very dark, not just in its theme and depiction but also in its intelligent cinematography. Closed spaces and dimly-lit rooms have added that hard-hitting punch to the ubiquitously present gloom that most scenes depict. The director’s vision and essence of the scenes have been well-conveyed. Also, the director/story-writer/actors have pulled off their acts with flamboyancy and flair.
As the movie progressed, I realized that it’s been sewed together with pain and just that! And the director has left no leaf unturned in connecting the audience with it. So you always see Dev trying to “inconveniently” hide it behind those dark glasses, cigarette smoke or just struggle to rise above it or run away from it, taking refuge in alcohol, drugs and sex. It is a portrayal of such gut-wrenching pain that it suffocates you and yet you breath just about enough to sit through this saga of self-destruction, just hoping; with whatever scraps of optimism that remain untouched in you; that it would end - not a HAPPY ENDING; but just that this pain would end some point later.
An interesting and ironic part of the movie comes across amidst this sardonic essay – the relationship between Dev and Chanda. They have never really sought company of each other to lessen their personal miseries – much against the worldly belief we have grown up on that says misery seeks company. It always felt that they were reaching out to each other and in whatever way possible they could, they were trying their best to pull out the other from his/her pit of melancholy.
Two scenes I shall always reminisce clearly: The scene where his mother curses him at the funeral of his father. It was the only scene in the movie where he is shown to be crying literally. It conveyed that behind every mistake, behind every wronged person or deed, the victim is begging for forgiveness and acceptance. The other scene was almost at the end of the movie, which almost everyone would have noticed as being different. Here is when Dev escapes miraculously from being the headline for newspapers as the speeding car gives him a miss on its way into ramming into a wall very close to him. The morbidity of the entire saga is transformed that would find an affirmation in the audience’s minds with that deeply rooted feeling inherent to us all – of hope that the sun shines brightest after the darkest of clouds have passed on. Dev, here, finally realizes the worth of his life, his folly of putting himself through those horrendous atrocities and finally accepts the path that was long awaiting him.
He knew that he finally had to come around – like we all do – to himself….
"If it isn't madness, it isn't love"
Dev D – To begin with, the movie is very dark, not just in its theme and depiction but also in its intelligent cinematography. Closed spaces and dimly-lit rooms have added that hard-hitting punch to the ubiquitously present gloom that most scenes depict. The director’s vision and essence of the scenes have been well-conveyed. Also, the director/story-writer/actors have pulled off their acts with flamboyancy and flair.
As the movie progressed, I realized that it’s been sewed together with pain and just that! And the director has left no leaf unturned in connecting the audience with it. So you always see Dev trying to “inconveniently” hide it behind those dark glasses, cigarette smoke or just struggle to rise above it or run away from it, taking refuge in alcohol, drugs and sex. It is a portrayal of such gut-wrenching pain that it suffocates you and yet you breath just about enough to sit through this saga of self-destruction, just hoping; with whatever scraps of optimism that remain untouched in you; that it would end - not a HAPPY ENDING; but just that this pain would end some point later.
An interesting and ironic part of the movie comes across amidst this sardonic essay – the relationship between Dev and Chanda. They have never really sought company of each other to lessen their personal miseries – much against the worldly belief we have grown up on that says misery seeks company. It always felt that they were reaching out to each other and in whatever way possible they could, they were trying their best to pull out the other from his/her pit of melancholy.
Two scenes I shall always reminisce clearly: The scene where his mother curses him at the funeral of his father. It was the only scene in the movie where he is shown to be crying literally. It conveyed that behind every mistake, behind every wronged person or deed, the victim is begging for forgiveness and acceptance. The other scene was almost at the end of the movie, which almost everyone would have noticed as being different. Here is when Dev escapes miraculously from being the headline for newspapers as the speeding car gives him a miss on its way into ramming into a wall very close to him. The morbidity of the entire saga is transformed that would find an affirmation in the audience’s minds with that deeply rooted feeling inherent to us all – of hope that the sun shines brightest after the darkest of clouds have passed on. Dev, here, finally realizes the worth of his life, his folly of putting himself through those horrendous atrocities and finally accepts the path that was long awaiting him.
He knew that he finally had to come around – like we all do – to himself….
"If it isn't madness, it isn't love"
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Isn't it a wonder.....
Isn’t it a wonder how the twilight slowly turns into night?
Isn’t it a wonder how her hand fits into his just right?
Isn’t it a wonder that distances brings people closer?
Isn’t it a wonder that the memories of a forgone past are a man’s real treasure?
Isn’t it a wonder that the beauty of the divine is seen in a new-born child?
Isn’t it a wonder that the toughest of men have, but on the bosom of a woman, helplessly cried?
Isn’t it a wonder that you really ever want is to be loved and give out love?
Isn’t it a wonder how faith works miracles for a seeker who has the will and the verve?
Isn’t it a wonder that a glass of beer can get you high?
Isn’t it a wonder that, even though living out each day, everyone wants to “live once before they die”?
Isn’t it a wonder when something feels amiss when everything works in rhythm and harmony?
Isn’t it a wonder that the events of our lives are but His perfectly orchestrated symphony?
Isn’t it a wonder that these wonders strike you in the silence of the night?
Isn’t it a wonder that even though I am wide awake, my next line will say:
Sweet Dreams & Good Night! :)
Isn’t it a wonder how her hand fits into his just right?
Isn’t it a wonder that distances brings people closer?
Isn’t it a wonder that the memories of a forgone past are a man’s real treasure?
Isn’t it a wonder that the beauty of the divine is seen in a new-born child?
Isn’t it a wonder that the toughest of men have, but on the bosom of a woman, helplessly cried?
Isn’t it a wonder that you really ever want is to be loved and give out love?
Isn’t it a wonder how faith works miracles for a seeker who has the will and the verve?
Isn’t it a wonder that a glass of beer can get you high?
Isn’t it a wonder that, even though living out each day, everyone wants to “live once before they die”?
Isn’t it a wonder when something feels amiss when everything works in rhythm and harmony?
Isn’t it a wonder that the events of our lives are but His perfectly orchestrated symphony?
Isn’t it a wonder that these wonders strike you in the silence of the night?
Isn’t it a wonder that even though I am wide awake, my next line will say:
Sweet Dreams & Good Night! :)
Sunday, December 27, 2009
From Light to Darkness to YOU!
The Lord said “Let there be light” and the earth was created. Well, this Christmas, a gentleman said, “Let there be darkness” and magic was manifested.
The magical spell of the darkness stayed on. It stayed on even when the darkness slowly transformed into light and reality. It stayed on even as the sunlight was ushered in through the tiny door down the hall-way. It stayed on even after the tiny beam of light from “somewhere up above” ceased to illuminate the magnanimous screen before me. It stayed on even as I walked through the same tiny door with the multitudes as they chirped gleefully to forage the perfect place to relieve their itching taste-buds and satiate their gastric yearnings. It stayed on my way back home – totally oblivious to everything around me. It stayed on as I write this. It probably has stayed on you as you read this.
What was it about 3 Idiots that struck a chord almost instantly with everyone who saw it? What was it about the director’s rendition of an author’s possibly embellished story of three students slugging it out for four years through the lows of dismal scores and the highs of booze with all the circus happening around holding them in place between the two extremes and keeping us entertained all through? No doubt that its depiction of emotions was so flawlessly real – so much so that it must have made you pull out a handkerchief and dab your moist eyes at some point in time in the movie. As also did it get you laughing so hard that your teeth and cheeks hurt after a long time as you clenched on to your tummy and your seat. It must have sent you on a trip down the memory lane – making all the people and places come alive and flash past your eyes that have oh! so very touched your lives! I was struggling to find and pin point to that one particular magical ingredient that did us all in! But then it struck me – it was us! Each and every single one of us! The portrayal of characters, events, and emotions – all of it was all that we have been through in our own lives! It truly was just us!
Accolades, applauses and laurels to the director. This movie is a testimony to the message that it gives out – Pursue excellence in your passion and success would have to follow you!
The song goes – AALLL IJJJ WELL! Ah well, my take-home from the movie – All is, well, within you! :-)
The magical spell of the darkness stayed on. It stayed on even when the darkness slowly transformed into light and reality. It stayed on even as the sunlight was ushered in through the tiny door down the hall-way. It stayed on even after the tiny beam of light from “somewhere up above” ceased to illuminate the magnanimous screen before me. It stayed on even as I walked through the same tiny door with the multitudes as they chirped gleefully to forage the perfect place to relieve their itching taste-buds and satiate their gastric yearnings. It stayed on my way back home – totally oblivious to everything around me. It stayed on as I write this. It probably has stayed on you as you read this.
What was it about 3 Idiots that struck a chord almost instantly with everyone who saw it? What was it about the director’s rendition of an author’s possibly embellished story of three students slugging it out for four years through the lows of dismal scores and the highs of booze with all the circus happening around holding them in place between the two extremes and keeping us entertained all through? No doubt that its depiction of emotions was so flawlessly real – so much so that it must have made you pull out a handkerchief and dab your moist eyes at some point in time in the movie. As also did it get you laughing so hard that your teeth and cheeks hurt after a long time as you clenched on to your tummy and your seat. It must have sent you on a trip down the memory lane – making all the people and places come alive and flash past your eyes that have oh! so very touched your lives! I was struggling to find and pin point to that one particular magical ingredient that did us all in! But then it struck me – it was us! Each and every single one of us! The portrayal of characters, events, and emotions – all of it was all that we have been through in our own lives! It truly was just us!
Accolades, applauses and laurels to the director. This movie is a testimony to the message that it gives out – Pursue excellence in your passion and success would have to follow you!
The song goes – AALLL IJJJ WELL! Ah well, my take-home from the movie – All is, well, within you! :-)
Sunday, November 8, 2009
NUMB!!!
As emotionless and expressionless state of being the word is associated with, it is a feeling altogether - quite rightly of its own.
There are highs and there are lows and somewhere in between the two is the transition - a state where this four letter word stands tall, with its feet apart, hands at the waist, and stares down at you with it's lifeless eyes. It needn't push or scare away any emotion wanting to peek out to the surface, it's presence makes them all to simply not be there!
I contemplate - Is it the vestige of the night before - witnessing the deliriousness that life puts your very loved ones through? Or are you identifying with it as something of your own!
Numb - your mind, Numb - your soul.
Numbness devouring the shimmer of your eyes
Numbness - like the eternal dark hole!
No wait!!! Numb - I don't want to be no more!
A flash and a blink later I say - B'bye Pink Floyd! Led Zep - Here I come!
There are highs and there are lows and somewhere in between the two is the transition - a state where this four letter word stands tall, with its feet apart, hands at the waist, and stares down at you with it's lifeless eyes. It needn't push or scare away any emotion wanting to peek out to the surface, it's presence makes them all to simply not be there!
I contemplate - Is it the vestige of the night before - witnessing the deliriousness that life puts your very loved ones through? Or are you identifying with it as something of your own!
Numb - your mind, Numb - your soul.
Numbness devouring the shimmer of your eyes
Numbness - like the eternal dark hole!
No wait!!! Numb - I don't want to be no more!
A flash and a blink later I say - B'bye Pink Floyd! Led Zep - Here I come!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Random Rhymes
No one knows what the future holds..
Maybe the gems, the pearls, the diamonds or the golds..
Let the mystery reveal itself before your eyes....the puzzle of the pictures - we call life
Yet another piece to comprehend each day...each one seeks a place that fits the perfect way
Its all there before your eyes - the colors, the hues, the darks and the lights
you place each one - each day and each night
Time passes by and slowly it all begins to comes through....
As it is being done, a beautiful image is unfolding back at you!
Then you realize why it took so long
and why didn’t it fit it in when it had all been there all along...
Maybe the gems, the pearls, the diamonds or the golds..
Let the mystery reveal itself before your eyes....the puzzle of the pictures - we call life
Yet another piece to comprehend each day...each one seeks a place that fits the perfect way
Its all there before your eyes - the colors, the hues, the darks and the lights
you place each one - each day and each night
Time passes by and slowly it all begins to comes through....
As it is being done, a beautiful image is unfolding back at you!
Then you realize why it took so long
and why didn’t it fit it in when it had all been there all along...
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