| Monday, May 24, 2004 |
| Up above the world so high... |
...s/he's a star in the sky (genetic engineering)
Seldom did I realize that this reel-life hangover will last well over a week now. Presenting! a maudlin me, oven fresh in as much trance as I was when I stepped out of the movie hall.
After much preparation and last minute rollbacks, I and a friend were hastily ushered (we were delayed by some 10 mins) into the bright red bucket seats of Europa Lounge. The film in discussion: The Passion of the Christ.
Here’s an account of some that I could capture with my pair of measly tool to vision and MY interpretation to a mishmash of facts, depiction, thought, muse, et al.
Scene 1: Satan in dialog with Jesus in the Garden of Olives but the latter is unperturbed by former’s idea of, ‘no one man can carry this burden, i tell you’ and reasons to the force: "Father, you can do all things...but let your will be done, not mine".
Convinced enough to use my scarce knowledge to self-exile (Meditation), I'll attempt a comparison of the protagonist (Jesus) to 'the good human' as termed by the societal brutes across civilized hierarchy...s/he who be controlling the mind as against the les miserables of my cadre.
Point two: With requests to the Christian fraternity to forgive any sacrilege(if this idea so constitutes), the evil (represented by the Satan) and the good (represented by the Force) remain a 'single' identity, they house under the same roof - His version of the play-dough doll aka human.
My interpretation: The protagonist conquers the evil within and nails it hard on the cortex that 'self-deliverance' is 'possible' and has NO strings attached. The 'How' of it is your take on life.
Call it strategy, if you WILL, but the peg is to pave an individual path to achieve a 'common' motive. Behold! now, does that cause you to be demoralized and yet reading this **** on commonality. Fikar not, for you miss to see the brighter idea of paving your 'own' path.
For you are neither different nor same. You are 'unique'.
Here's another, you slumber with none to annihilate the bungee jumping sprees in your REM.
Dig any further??
Take a break! The rest of it comes to you in bits n bytes. |
posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 5/24/2004 10:50:00 AM  |
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| Friday, May 14, 2004 |
| As Good As It Gets |
Took this weird test and lo behold, it reveals way too much about me:
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: High
Schizoid: High
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Moderate
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: High
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
In case you want to indulge in some weird eccentricities this is the destination.
And that you insist: [reciting] I am a nice shark, not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food. --Finding Nemo
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| posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 5/14/2004 12:54:00 PM |
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| Wednesday, May 12, 2004 |
| Fast-Forward |
A jhel forward (bears NO reference to those gazillion 'johnny' spamaplooza) came with this tag line:
“A billion words never spoken, a million thoughts up your head, a thousand feelings in your heart, a hundred things you never said.....so much ...just open up !!!”
Me says, What after that? Whereto from here?
Wonder, if it serves any purpose, except perhaps save up some memory space. *smirk*
Chalo jao! Go clean up your mess. |
| posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 5/12/2004 07:20:00 PM |
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| Saturday, May 08, 2004 |
| Lust of/for Life |
Fast forward to the physical self and *blink*…realization dawns; life is smitten with lust. Zoom in and you’d be witness to the desire to excel, craving for attention, biting into that generous helping of black forest, want to fine-tune body contours, love and possession.
Take a look from above, bird’s-eye view – blurring boundaries, diminishing faults, ‘barely-there’ contours…a heterogeneous union.
Just out of an official ‘dine n wine,’ I feel nudged back to my senses. It was this pool of people, some chattering (deliberate choice of word, that), all glee, fake attempts to bridge differences, swinging to the ubiquitous ‘dhinchak’ music in the background. Disgusting as it appears; I belong to this world and was very much a part of the gathering. Worth a mention is the one (a friend) who seemed to retain his sanity with utmost ease…in it and yet away. Though it caught him unaware awhile in the form of Preethi’s spoof. :-)
I often imagine a piece of me forcibly yanked out to fit into the cast of one among the teeming millions…of the fame of ‘civilized human being’. When I refuse to let go, the mind bleeds (the chink in my armor), not withstanding the shards of change and hence the misfired electrons, quirks, wild meanderings you see across this page.
My lust??...
i tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
(so much more)
i lay dying
and i'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
i'm dying praying bleeding and screaming
am i too lost to be saved
am i too lost? – Evanescence
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| posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 5/08/2004 12:00:00 PM |
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