Scared

Imagine living in a world where you end up dying without understanding a small fraction of everything that goes on around you... what you do know for sure is also questioned and threatned by what others know for sure... what you believe in or have faith in without demanding for any proof (like trust in someone or love from your relatives) is also likely to blow up in your face at some point of time. And most of your knowledge is untrue anyway, you have to live within parameters that you will never understand. This is the real world, and I am scared.


The only real escape is art, where nothing is a lie and everything is a truth... its ironical that the only things that are so obviously untrue turn out to be the most turstworthy and believable. The entire universe is like this collosal web of lies, our world and society, a complicated and collosal web of lies, our culture and methods of approach hideosly outdated, incoherent, and extremely capitalist. We dont question things we really want to, because we dont have the freedom where it really matters... we end up believing strongly in ideas that are clearly not beneficial to us... things like God or Patriotism... a strong example to get a clear idea of what I am talking about is the Allyster Parreira case... he ran over a bunch of people which was newsworthy only because of some sort of wierd fetish on the part of the public to see the rich bastards go down... the general public, and the middle class, both resent the rich bastards, and would love to see these rich bastards in the gutter. And yet, we are all capitalistic in our everyday lives, we believe that socialism was a bad idea, we ourselves would like to escape the percieved drudgery of lower class existence. The middle class, in fact, behaves like it owns the country.


Its not only a narrow outlook on your own part that is scary, its the very necessity to sit down and sit silent and keeping your ideas to yourself... not because they wont have the potential to change the world if it gets out, stupid but popular ideas have changed the world anyway, its the resentment against change itself... again not that this change will not be accepted, the world will change, and people will accept it, but the change has to progress and evolve on the basis of the current past... we have a tendency to learn only from our history, not to think about a potential future and then change that. Like whatever mankind as a whole has expirienced so far, has become some sort of a benchmark for future progress, we will not take steps back, revive ideas that died down - socialism for example, and seriously think what is best for us... because we are prepared to do anything but come to a consensus. We are all conformists, but we all collectively have never really decided where to conform.

There goes 2006

Maintaining a blog for over two years let me look back into where I stood at the end of the years... last year I had this blinding realisation about the mountain of past being an excellent teacher and a year before that I was indecesive about whether or not to cheat. This year, to be honest, I am restless and slightly disgusted. Restless because I want to be more occupied... most of this year I could not blog because I was too busy, and blogging was almost always close to my top priority.


Was like looking up 2007 in wikipedia... interesting things all set to happen.. a ban on smoking in England for instance... went ahead to 2008... then 20 2085... kept going past the 4th, 5th, 6th and 10th milleniums all the way to the eleventh millenium and beyond...

Threshold

You dilate
For the sights
They dilate
For their curiosity
They fight
For their rights
You fight
For their egos
You replicate
For the dead author
They reproduce
For the dead idea
They think
For their role
You think
To sort out the jigsaw
They stress
For their conformity
You stress
For THEIR individuality
They play
For their education
You play
For yours
They laugh
For the joke
You laugh
When you don't get it
You smoke
For the smoke strings in the rain
They smoke
To Cloak the halitosis
You Globalize
For the fetishism
They Globalize
For the cancer
They end up with
Mankind
You end up with
Helpless expression

Headbanging

speech?

There is this theory we learnt last sem in the media course, which suggested that an author might be dead because his work got interpreted in a hundred different ways. This would also mean that the author dies in a hundred different ways... unless you stop being so cynical and think what if the author lives in a hundred different ways.

Marquee

When we matter most is when we choose that particular bliss that slowly poisons us, or we consume that passion that is at least temporarily gratifying... nothing really to write about, long time since I blogged... was too busy editing... will be back soon, more photoshopping on my hands, and just started off with fruity loops so...

In front of FTII masks