Most of us Indians learn our Hindi through movies. A fellow male colleague of 23, hailing from Andhra and identifying himself with the foregoing category of hindi learners, wants to invite his female Delhiite boss of 28 to the next client meet... He goes up to her and asks, 'Tu aati kya?'...
and he didn't know he'd committed a folly!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The betel leaf is one of the more exotic specimens of flora in India...Popularly referred to as the Paan patta in central and northern parts of the country, it is an efficient digestive, an object and mark of hospitality in old muslim khandaans of UP and Bihar, a delectable after dinner treat and a very interesting base for culinary experimentation. Try the following quick stuffings if you are bored of the conventional choona, supari do's:
1) Whipped milk cream and seedless cherries
2) strawberry sauce
3) Paan coated with hot melted chocolate
4) maybe melted white chocolate too
5) Thick sweet rabdi
6) ground dry fruits coated in honey
Its time the popular Indian delicacy was subject to a little innovation after all.
1) Whipped milk cream and seedless cherries
2) strawberry sauce
3) Paan coated with hot melted chocolate
4) maybe melted white chocolate too
5) Thick sweet rabdi
6) ground dry fruits coated in honey
Its time the popular Indian delicacy was subject to a little innovation after all.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Dr. Sania Mirza / Can someone give me a Honorary Doctorate?
Why not i thought when i read that some lame ass university in Tamil Nadu is conferring a Doctorate to Sania Mirza, so let's recollect her achievements
After all this i began to wonder where did i go wrong in the process, I have no single police record, i drive after drinking, i bribe the cops honestly and they salute me back some times for the generosity, I tell my paper boy he can kick my door to announce his arrival he's happy doing it, my watchman uses my flat's uncomfort-freeing facilities and blesses me as soon as he comes out, I ash my ciggerettes in a dust bin and that too, in the cover neatly tucked into it so that the "amma" who comes to clean it up has no issues with it. So, i guess I am being a good citizen, not sure if it's more than what Sania does everyday, some activities could include one of the following
Yes, I am pissed and No, i still like her only in the news paper photographs !
- Got a kick ass sports deal from one of the sport biggie footwear firms
- Churns mixed feelings, by skirting it all up :P
- Wears designer jewellery and sarees and walks "error free" on ramps !
- The current face of Hyderabad, popular after Biryani and Charminar
- She manages to play tennis too after finding time for all this.
After all this i began to wonder where did i go wrong in the process, I have no single police record, i drive after drinking, i bribe the cops honestly and they salute me back some times for the generosity, I tell my paper boy he can kick my door to announce his arrival he's happy doing it, my watchman uses my flat's uncomfort-freeing facilities and blesses me as soon as he comes out, I ash my ciggerettes in a dust bin and that too, in the cover neatly tucked into it so that the "amma" who comes to clean it up has no issues with it. So, i guess I am being a good citizen, not sure if it's more than what Sania does everyday, some activities could include one of the following
- Stretching harder for the lensmen (Psst: Sania, Paparazzi have a different meaning in India)
- Wearing those ultra-clever-revealing things/whatever (DAMN !)
- She's always had more than 90% in her report cards (Who would not in their school, ask anyone and they'd all say "I was really good back then but now . . ." and the story starts)
- Sumptuous biryani a day, would keep the fitness at bay ( :D )
- Visit the tennis practise place from outside and see people play, and worse call it "Studying, the anatomy and the response element for success"
- Checking her FB/Orkut/some other lame rip off (Wonder what they'd write on her wall, Ex - "Hey babes, did u see that movie, the heroine was so cute . . . . . " damn, there it ends ! )
- Air guitar practise with her tennis racquets, she must have atleast 10 guitars errr, racquets.
- Look sick and wave from her house balcony (refer to point 1 for paparazzi quotient)
- She's probably thinking of an other piercing (Oh yeah !)
- Wonder about her bedspreads and think they dont go well with her sports shoes.
- Change the name plate outside her place to Dr. Sania Mirza
Yes, I am pissed and No, i still like her only in the news paper photographs !
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Comment is free
I don’t generally compose entire blog posts centered around comments on my previous posts. In this case I make an exception. I penned a stand-alone post after a significant interval as is apparent from the inactivity on my personal blog site as well as the rare piece of writing on this one. A comment rendered directly to the author in a chat window on my previous post read:
‘Nice, Its come out well. I’ll provide constructive criticism later.’
Going by the person I know the comment giver to be and going by me own apprehensions about the quality of writing in the post-mentioned, the translation reads:
‘I cannot tell you in your face that the post was not much good. Hence I choose to postpone the moment of my agony from subsequent embarrassment when I am forced the reveal my true comments to you. And I have no intentions of voluntarily heralding the moment any time soon. ‘
Other offline comments were not too-praiseworthy either. The verbatim reproduction and translation of one of them goes as follows:
Comment reproduction: ----blank----
Author’s response after a few disconcerting moments of silence: Have you no comments to offer?
Response to author’s query: no.
Translation: Add an (s) to the colon’d word.
Translation(s): Numbering infinite. Changing form with the author’s changing mood.
If anyone thinks this post narrates the sulk story of a not-in-an-exuberant-mood writer, they are not entirely right. It intention is to relate her observations on the responses to a mimic’d style of writing. Tragically this act of felony is not a rarity in the field of writing. Too many writers have aped other writers who have aped some other writers. The evolution of writing has become stagnant in this midst of all this mimicry and with it so have the tastes of its audiences. Rare gems of originality are few and far and readers who could appreciate them, rarer. In a later post maybe I’ll list some pieces of literature, which I think belong to the latter category. For now, I go back to my rant on my previous post and end with a few confessions thereupon.
Confession #1: I was hoping not many girls read the post, a few deciding to give me a dose my own medicine. I could be a fashion disaster in a detail or two mentioned in the previous post. If I am in fact, I pray the other women are too. After all, there is nothing that consoles one on his/her imperfection as does another’s imperfection.
Confession #2: I had asked Vamsi when he’d invited me to contribute to this blog, what mood he had wanted to preserve for the blog. I don’t quite remember what mood he had answered, but I am 90% sure the mood of the previous post was not what he had envisioned. I wouldn’t say I don’t intend to repeat my peevish takes at transforming this blog into a woman’s magazine!
‘Nice, Its come out well. I’ll provide constructive criticism later.’
Going by the person I know the comment giver to be and going by me own apprehensions about the quality of writing in the post-mentioned, the translation reads:
‘I cannot tell you in your face that the post was not much good. Hence I choose to postpone the moment of my agony from subsequent embarrassment when I am forced the reveal my true comments to you. And I have no intentions of voluntarily heralding the moment any time soon. ‘
Other offline comments were not too-praiseworthy either. The verbatim reproduction and translation of one of them goes as follows:
Comment reproduction: ----blank----
Author’s response after a few disconcerting moments of silence: Have you no comments to offer?
Response to author’s query: no.
Translation: Add an (s) to the colon’d word.
Translation(s): Numbering infinite. Changing form with the author’s changing mood.
If anyone thinks this post narrates the sulk story of a not-in-an-exuberant-mood writer, they are not entirely right. It intention is to relate her observations on the responses to a mimic’d style of writing. Tragically this act of felony is not a rarity in the field of writing. Too many writers have aped other writers who have aped some other writers. The evolution of writing has become stagnant in this midst of all this mimicry and with it so have the tastes of its audiences. Rare gems of originality are few and far and readers who could appreciate them, rarer. In a later post maybe I’ll list some pieces of literature, which I think belong to the latter category. For now, I go back to my rant on my previous post and end with a few confessions thereupon.
Confession #1: I was hoping not many girls read the post, a few deciding to give me a dose my own medicine. I could be a fashion disaster in a detail or two mentioned in the previous post. If I am in fact, I pray the other women are too. After all, there is nothing that consoles one on his/her imperfection as does another’s imperfection.
Confession #2: I had asked Vamsi when he’d invited me to contribute to this blog, what mood he had wanted to preserve for the blog. I don’t quite remember what mood he had answered, but I am 90% sure the mood of the previous post was not what he had envisioned. I wouldn’t say I don’t intend to repeat my peevish takes at transforming this blog into a woman’s magazine!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Victim or Victimizer
I have always maintained that dreams represent unconscious anxieties. Yesterday I dreamt about shoes. Day before I dreamt about clothes. Two days of transitory shopaholism can be the cause of much anxiety in my life. And I am not alone. I share the fate suffered by the million and more victims of modern society, the half referred to by its other half as the fairer sex. Its just one of the plights the man bestows and the woman bears. It’s called ‘fashion’. A woman’s clothes and shoes are a small part of it and relentlessly run into a long list nonetheless:
1. Casual wear for friendly outings.
2. Casual wear for family outings
3. Casual wear for casual Fridays at office.
4. Casual wear for Sundays at home.
5. Day wear for an afternoon date
6. Evening wear for a dinner date
7. Hi- fashion wear for a club outing
8. Sports wear for gym
9. Different sportswear for badminton and tennis
10. Formal wear for work
11. Light formal wear for general family functions
12. Heavy formal wear for the ‘heavier’ family functions
13. Night wear for sleep
14. The aforementioned categories are mutually exclusive and repetition of outfits can be fatal.
And then we come to the shoes:
1. Formal shoes for office
2. Heels for the dates
3. Sports shoes for the gym
4. A different pair for tennis
5. Flats for shopping
6. Ballerinas for the denims
7. Strap-ups for the skirts
8. Morjaris for Indian wear
9. Comfy wear for travel
10. Footwear for home and for the frequent visits to the neighborhood kirana store
11. And make that at least two pairs of each… coz a colour mis-match is an unforgivable crime.
And the list doesn’t end with the 20 pairs of shoes and 52 pairs of dresses. It includes repetition of the shopping exercise every quarter of a year and extends to what we wear in our ears, our necks, our hands, our fingers, our hair and a rare unconventional area of decoration sometimes. We are artists at work, constantly renovating with every changing fashion season. We invest time, money and patience and sacrifice our peace of mind to the end of being perceived as modern. The trick, we say, is to look like a winner- one, we know, works with men. And the trick is not secret. There’s an entire industry built on its foundation and every move is out in the open. Yet, men succumb to its charms. Substance-over-form is the loser’s maxim, belonging to the dud who can’t get the babe and the achievers in the conquest are a marketer’s dream. Whatever happened to the natural order of the male attracting the female, we love playing the reversed game, and with flair.
No woman would say it easy being a woman. But it’s definitely a lot of fun.
1. Casual wear for friendly outings.
2. Casual wear for family outings
3. Casual wear for casual Fridays at office.
4. Casual wear for Sundays at home.
5. Day wear for an afternoon date
6. Evening wear for a dinner date
7. Hi- fashion wear for a club outing
8. Sports wear for gym
9. Different sportswear for badminton and tennis
10. Formal wear for work
11. Light formal wear for general family functions
12. Heavy formal wear for the ‘heavier’ family functions
13. Night wear for sleep
14. The aforementioned categories are mutually exclusive and repetition of outfits can be fatal.
And then we come to the shoes:
1. Formal shoes for office
2. Heels for the dates
3. Sports shoes for the gym
4. A different pair for tennis
5. Flats for shopping
6. Ballerinas for the denims
7. Strap-ups for the skirts
8. Morjaris for Indian wear
9. Comfy wear for travel
10. Footwear for home and for the frequent visits to the neighborhood kirana store
11. And make that at least two pairs of each… coz a colour mis-match is an unforgivable crime.
And the list doesn’t end with the 20 pairs of shoes and 52 pairs of dresses. It includes repetition of the shopping exercise every quarter of a year and extends to what we wear in our ears, our necks, our hands, our fingers, our hair and a rare unconventional area of decoration sometimes. We are artists at work, constantly renovating with every changing fashion season. We invest time, money and patience and sacrifice our peace of mind to the end of being perceived as modern. The trick, we say, is to look like a winner- one, we know, works with men. And the trick is not secret. There’s an entire industry built on its foundation and every move is out in the open. Yet, men succumb to its charms. Substance-over-form is the loser’s maxim, belonging to the dud who can’t get the babe and the achievers in the conquest are a marketer’s dream. Whatever happened to the natural order of the male attracting the female, we love playing the reversed game, and with flair.
No woman would say it easy being a woman. But it’s definitely a lot of fun.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Minissha Lamba - A star comes of age
Men love to look at naked women...and love to look at women naked.. Size does matter... two axioms of human existence. A corollary of the second one - naked women on silver screen makes it all the more better.
I envy the lucky bastards in Europe and sometimes US where this wonderful desire can come true. But considering the cultural and moral pureness of Indians and the CBFC this is not possible in India. But what the censor board does not realize is that its acts are precisely directed against another axiom of human existance - sex sells! Well...Indian censor does not allow explicit sexual scenes in any movie.. so we have to be happy with the trashy, flowery make believe sex scenes in Bhatt movies where women are not even naked when they seem to be in throes of orgasmic pleasure and the rooms always have scented candles, soft lighting and long white curtains and the stuff ...you know...the crap that is never there in real life... But, the facts I have mentioned above are axioms and cannot be violated by any human actions!
Sex sells, so it has to be there...if not explicitly, something of sexual nature must always be there to get audience in to a theater! Something the big men of Indian cinema had long realised.. so in 70's we had a Raj Kapoor who showed his heroines semi-naked and in a couple of movies almost nearly totally naked( Satyam Sivam Sundaram for those whose brains did not register it so far!)
The operational word here is " nearly totally"! It seems it is morally impure to show a woman completely naked and it is morally harmful for us to watch breasts on big screen( damn! ) But it is ok as long as they have a piece of clothing on their bodies that just about hides the nipples! That is the criterion.. they can wear clothing that reveals everything...well almost!
I shall not make this the point of the blog...for I am at peace with this ridiculous set of rules. Having been born and brought up in a culture that loves trashy movies( esp those of early '90s...rain songs and wet sarees...damn!) I find it endearing and in a certain way vindictive of our hypocritical sexual mores that the richest of the producers can get a women to reveal more and more... hence I wait for a Karan Johar or Yash Chopra movie!
I hate them, their stupid stories...the gaudy sets and stuff... but given the weird dynamics of Indian cinema, theirs are the only movies in which we get to see some of our favourite heroines as near to nakedness as possible. It is only in their movies that women could have a karwa chauth vrat and flirt with their devars while wearing the lowest neck cuts possible(sexual more huh!) Examples in this areas abound...70s and 80s Raj Kapoor... 2000s Karan Johar - be it the Poo character in K3G or the character of Rani Mukherjee - having some BDSM action in KANK( the names are too bloody long...cant type them out in full) we just have to wait for big money to come and grant us some manna of sexual depiction in cinema...
So, I eagerly await the release of big budget movies so that I may ogle at all the beautiful bodies in what has now become a fashion in Indian cinema - BIKINI! I hate bikinis( pronounced bikni in most places in India...rhymes with chikni :D)... all those who are with me - please raise your hands.. I am of the opinion that what a woman in a saree can do to a man is way beyond what one in a bikini can! But then...that is just me! Which is why I like ILLU day ( kgpians would know)!But yep... whether I like it or not...bikini is in and I have to go with the trend!
And so here we come to the point of this post - Minissha Lamba! The lovely, cherubic actress who made her debut in a Kashmir centric love ballad called Yahaan! She was beautiful, ethereal and yet so " girl next door" and all this was heightened by the wonderful cinematography and beautiful locales... a suppressed sensuality which reminded you of innocence, first love, high school crushes, promises of living together forever....everything beautiful about youth!
I watched the movie over and over again...sometimes normal...sometimes doped. And her beauty never failed to capture my imagination. But!(Yes. there is always a BUT!) Men are beasts and the axiom can never be violated. And it was only a matter of time before I thought how she would look naked. But, as explained above, that is not possible on Indian screen.
So, I waited for something that came as close as possible to near nudity on screen – a big banner movie! Proof – look at Amisha in Thoda Pyaar thoda magic…of course it is another thing that Amisha is now desperate enough to throw her clothes off at slightest possible hint of success… sadly that eludes her despite showing off her body…though I am sure that that song would become a cult classic with sad, lonely guys who rove internet for some masala[:D]!
Jill: [about the film "Lesbian Spank Inferno"] How could you possibly enjoy a film like that?
Steve: Oh, because it's got naked women in it! Look, I like naked women! I'm a bloke! I'm supposed to like them! We're born like that. We like naked women as soon as we're pulled out of one. Halfway down the birth canal we're already enjoying the view. Look, it's the four pillars of the male heterosexual psyche. We like: naked women, stockings, lesbians, and Sean Connery best as James Bond. Because that is what being a bloke is. And if you don't like it, darling, join a film collective.
Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman at the end of the table here. But that does not stop me wanting to see several thousand more naked bottoms before I die. Because that's what being a bloke is. When Man invented fire, he didn't say "Hey, let's cook!" He said: "Great! Now we can see naked bottoms in the dark!" As soon as Caxton invented the printing press we were using it to make pictures of - hey! - naked bottoms. We've turned the Internet into an enormous international database of... naked bottoms. So, you see, the story of male achievement through the ages - feeble though it may have been - has been the story of our struggle to get a better look at your bottoms.
Frankly, girls, I'm not so sure how insulted you really ought to be.
P.S. : Something that you might catch Vamsi - her DOB - 18th Jan, 1985!
I envy the lucky bastards in Europe and sometimes US where this wonderful desire can come true. But considering the cultural and moral pureness of Indians and the CBFC this is not possible in India. But what the censor board does not realize is that its acts are precisely directed against another axiom of human existance - sex sells! Well...Indian censor does not allow explicit sexual scenes in any movie.. so we have to be happy with the trashy, flowery make believe sex scenes in Bhatt movies where women are not even naked when they seem to be in throes of orgasmic pleasure and the rooms always have scented candles, soft lighting and long white curtains and the stuff ...you know...the crap that is never there in real life... But, the facts I have mentioned above are axioms and cannot be violated by any human actions!
Sex sells, so it has to be there...if not explicitly, something of sexual nature must always be there to get audience in to a theater! Something the big men of Indian cinema had long realised.. so in 70's we had a Raj Kapoor who showed his heroines semi-naked and in a couple of movies almost nearly totally naked( Satyam Sivam Sundaram for those whose brains did not register it so far!)
The operational word here is " nearly totally"! It seems it is morally impure to show a woman completely naked and it is morally harmful for us to watch breasts on big screen( damn! ) But it is ok as long as they have a piece of clothing on their bodies that just about hides the nipples! That is the criterion.. they can wear clothing that reveals everything...well almost!
I shall not make this the point of the blog...for I am at peace with this ridiculous set of rules. Having been born and brought up in a culture that loves trashy movies( esp those of early '90s...rain songs and wet sarees...damn!) I find it endearing and in a certain way vindictive of our hypocritical sexual mores that the richest of the producers can get a women to reveal more and more... hence I wait for a Karan Johar or Yash Chopra movie!
I hate them, their stupid stories...the gaudy sets and stuff... but given the weird dynamics of Indian cinema, theirs are the only movies in which we get to see some of our favourite heroines as near to nakedness as possible. It is only in their movies that women could have a karwa chauth vrat and flirt with their devars while wearing the lowest neck cuts possible(sexual more huh!) Examples in this areas abound...70s and 80s Raj Kapoor... 2000s Karan Johar - be it the Poo character in K3G or the character of Rani Mukherjee - having some BDSM action in KANK( the names are too bloody long...cant type them out in full) we just have to wait for big money to come and grant us some manna of sexual depiction in cinema...
So, I eagerly await the release of big budget movies so that I may ogle at all the beautiful bodies in what has now become a fashion in Indian cinema - BIKINI! I hate bikinis( pronounced bikni in most places in India...rhymes with chikni :D)... all those who are with me - please raise your hands.. I am of the opinion that what a woman in a saree can do to a man is way beyond what one in a bikini can! But then...that is just me! Which is why I like ILLU day ( kgpians would know)!But yep... whether I like it or not...bikini is in and I have to go with the trend!
And so here we come to the point of this post - Minissha Lamba! The lovely, cherubic actress who made her debut in a Kashmir centric love ballad called Yahaan! She was beautiful, ethereal and yet so " girl next door" and all this was heightened by the wonderful cinematography and beautiful locales... a suppressed sensuality which reminded you of innocence, first love, high school crushes, promises of living together forever....everything beautiful about youth!
I watched the movie over and over again...sometimes normal...sometimes doped. And her beauty never failed to capture my imagination. But!(Yes. there is always a BUT!) Men are beasts and the axiom can never be violated. And it was only a matter of time before I thought how she would look naked. But, as explained above, that is not possible on Indian screen.
So, I waited for something that came as close as possible to near nudity on screen – a big banner movie! Proof – look at Amisha in Thoda Pyaar thoda magic…of course it is another thing that Amisha is now desperate enough to throw her clothes off at slightest possible hint of success… sadly that eludes her despite showing off her body…though I am sure that that song would become a cult classic with sad, lonely guys who rove internet for some masala[:D]!
But again, as for Minissha, I was worried that she might not be ambitious enough to make it big on screen(oh! How many young, nubile women have we seen fade away into stardust!) But, luckily she’s proved me wrong! The girl's got balls(literally!) and she is sticking it out.. with the big banners and doing what they seek, to rake in their moolahs…she is exposing…!
Yeah Babay….she is THE hot thing now! Be it the kiss in Bachna Ae Haseeno or the bikini in Kidnap – a movie by an accomplished trashy director – Sanjay Gadhvi – the only director in history of Indian cinema to have given a successful sequel.. . yes Dhoom and Dhoom 2 have some claim to fame… not the kind of movies with which we would have liked to start off with the sequel trend in Indian cinema…but well…u cant have all you want man! You either get semi naked chicks or you get good movies!
She is hot! And all the promise of sensuality in the girl next door has turned into oomph and sexuality on screen and as a man, I love it! Here is wishing this ambitious, young girl ( yup – she is just one year older to me…and see where she is…and where I am!! ) all the best and hoping that she becomes very successful and acts in many many more big banner movies!
All the men who are with me ( and if there are women too, all the more better....btw...are there really any lesbians in India?) please reply in ayes! And all those who think I am a pervert, I shall refer you to Steve's impassioned rant on 104 - coupling. -Jill: [about the film "Lesbian Spank Inferno"] How could you possibly enjoy a film like that?
Steve: Oh, because it's got naked women in it! Look, I like naked women! I'm a bloke! I'm supposed to like them! We're born like that. We like naked women as soon as we're pulled out of one. Halfway down the birth canal we're already enjoying the view. Look, it's the four pillars of the male heterosexual psyche. We like: naked women, stockings, lesbians, and Sean Connery best as James Bond. Because that is what being a bloke is. And if you don't like it, darling, join a film collective.
Look, I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman at the end of the table here. But that does not stop me wanting to see several thousand more naked bottoms before I die. Because that's what being a bloke is. When Man invented fire, he didn't say "Hey, let's cook!" He said: "Great! Now we can see naked bottoms in the dark!" As soon as Caxton invented the printing press we were using it to make pictures of - hey! - naked bottoms. We've turned the Internet into an enormous international database of... naked bottoms. So, you see, the story of male achievement through the ages - feeble though it may have been - has been the story of our struggle to get a better look at your bottoms.
Frankly, girls, I'm not so sure how insulted you really ought to be.
P.S. : Something that you might catch Vamsi - her DOB - 18th Jan, 1985!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
What do I make of 'squared by a cube'?...An activity executed by other than the intended actor?...A status of unforeseen consequences?....A discrepant pattern of occurence?...A baseless fancy of one's imagination?...or simply the name of a blog?
Without the shadow of a doubt, the former four are interpretations, intended and unintended. There are more of their sort. Everytime I interact with the blog, there will be addendums appendixed to my interpretation of it and so will it be with you and him and her. Amidst this endless phenomenon of ever-forming and ever-changing interpretations, there exist facts. Facts of existence.
That this blog exists is a fact because my reason vouches for its existence. That I or you exist is a fact because my reason vouches for our existence. How do I suspend my reason to imagine my own non-existence or the non-existence of matter that I can see, feel and touch?
And beyond the facts of existential identity of matter and entities, what do I make of the facts that a certain thing is interpreted as one by one and another by another and another still by someone else? The existence of diverse interpretations is a fact in itself. How do I imagine that this fact is infact an interpretation?
Without the shadow of a doubt, the former four are interpretations, intended and unintended. There are more of their sort. Everytime I interact with the blog, there will be addendums appendixed to my interpretation of it and so will it be with you and him and her. Amidst this endless phenomenon of ever-forming and ever-changing interpretations, there exist facts. Facts of existence.
That this blog exists is a fact because my reason vouches for its existence. That I or you exist is a fact because my reason vouches for our existence. How do I suspend my reason to imagine my own non-existence or the non-existence of matter that I can see, feel and touch?
And beyond the facts of existential identity of matter and entities, what do I make of the facts that a certain thing is interpreted as one by one and another by another and another still by someone else? The existence of diverse interpretations is a fact in itself. How do I imagine that this fact is infact an interpretation?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Squared by a Cube !
Honestly, I cannot think of why, I named this blog this, it's been part of my id for a long long time and now i cannot recollect why's and why not's of this blog and most importantly why i made it in the first place, If i had to keep it hollow, I'd rather look at myself in the mirror, maybe everybody should, to know why things are, the morning, on the way to the abode of food, in the murky waters of the rain left over by the neglect of the municipal sewerage system, through the footsteps of limping dogs, staining the sidewalks, people walking out of a prayer hall after a day's worth of prayers hauled at the effigy on the cross, with sarees circling the head, the old looking at the other old and wishing for the circle of the dead, I wondered what if, what if
But if you want to do that, I don't think you would want to know the thoughts or the rationale behind logic, logic would not exist if what you believe in has it's implications and reasons well supported and accepted, but if that were the case, one would often get confused about the existence of logic, logic itself is a self derivative of the point that there exist reasons and beliefs based on reasons that one has to offer for anything/anyone, so logically, it would be illogical or rather a fallacy that shall prevail onto oneself and make oneself believe in the non existence of logic, understand ???? So complications that arise out of reason and treason with oneself is mostly the result of logic, had there been no such thing, there would not be a decision, there would not be a fact, speaking of fact, I recall this
The truth behind that line shatters the very existence of you and me, well, atleast to an extent, the fact being there are no facts (based on Nietzsche's thought process) let's us assume/derive a necessary belief into one/everything that we do and believe in, which could offer some respite to the person who would not want to be complicated with the issues that life has to offer, so there would be no complications, there would be no thoughts, there would be no logic, but there would still exist curiosity, curiosity did not kill the cat, stupidity did, if it really were curiosity, I would've proposed a level of logic and it's interpretations following the curiosity that the cat had about whatever, nevertheless, to see each thing exist within it's own vicinity and believing that each organism, individual and it's boundary are impregnable would plunge us into a further doubt about what else would it all be? Would it mean that there exists an area, a frontier, a horizon that is unreachable or does it mean that the area/frontier/horizon is defensive? It could probably mean nothing, but again, to derive the inner meaning of life and it's daily events that embroil the humane spirit into believing, comprehending, opinion'ating, deriving, strengthening, propagating and finally disbelieving.
So, in short, I'd say, I'll sum it all up with
People could know what other people thoughtI concluded that if that ever happens, people would be scared, to the bone, to the every single length of depth that life can offer, maybe it's a gift that we cannot see our face, be a third person in our very own conversation and look at ourself and wonder, "that's me". I guess it's for the best that the eyes cannot look at their own self or half of the conversations in the world would not have finished, half is a statistical guess, the realistic one would be "all of conversations", as I slowly insisted to myself, that such an incident would not lead to anywhere but one to oneself for introspection and doubt, doubt leads one to chaos and letting it happen is to put oneself out of the chaotic corner of comfort and being free, even if it means for a while. I always wondered, how it will sound to someone, would it be weird, would it be absolute madness that one has to worry about, eventually, it'll all come back to one and only thing and that'll be you. I dont know the best part of being yourself, but surely, the best part makes itself prominent in conversations, specially of the sarcastic nature, conversations like these help one to identify oneself, make him look at himself and wonder.
But if you want to do that, I don't think you would want to know the thoughts or the rationale behind logic, logic would not exist if what you believe in has it's implications and reasons well supported and accepted, but if that were the case, one would often get confused about the existence of logic, logic itself is a self derivative of the point that there exist reasons and beliefs based on reasons that one has to offer for anything/anyone, so logically, it would be illogical or rather a fallacy that shall prevail onto oneself and make oneself believe in the non existence of logic, understand ???? So complications that arise out of reason and treason with oneself is mostly the result of logic, had there been no such thing, there would not be a decision, there would not be a fact, speaking of fact, I recall this
There are no facts, only interpretations - Friedrich Nietzsche
The truth behind that line shatters the very existence of you and me, well, atleast to an extent, the fact being there are no facts (based on Nietzsche's thought process) let's us assume/derive a necessary belief into one/everything that we do and believe in, which could offer some respite to the person who would not want to be complicated with the issues that life has to offer, so there would be no complications, there would be no thoughts, there would be no logic, but there would still exist curiosity, curiosity did not kill the cat, stupidity did, if it really were curiosity, I would've proposed a level of logic and it's interpretations following the curiosity that the cat had about whatever, nevertheless, to see each thing exist within it's own vicinity and believing that each organism, individual and it's boundary are impregnable would plunge us into a further doubt about what else would it all be? Would it mean that there exists an area, a frontier, a horizon that is unreachable or does it mean that the area/frontier/horizon is defensive? It could probably mean nothing, but again, to derive the inner meaning of life and it's daily events that embroil the humane spirit into believing, comprehending, opinion'ating, deriving, strengthening, propagating and finally disbelieving.
So, in short, I'd say, I'll sum it all up with
"There's no possible sum up, when you talk of yourself with the reason, belief or logic, there's possibly nothing that can co-exist together, there's just illogical illusions that help the world turn and live through"
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