I have gotten into the habit of fan fiction writing and its getting quite addictive. Its amazing how ideas come regularly if you only allow your mind to get a little creative and allow it dream whenever it wants. I remember a quote from Sandman. Lucien tells Matthew that there must have been numerous novels that he liked that were dreamed by authors but unfortunately, none of them were ever written on paper. I have started scribbling everything that comes to my mind which could be a probable story. I have numerous drafts lying around because of this. An old colleague had emailed me the other day. He writes, "I am more scared of the death of mind than physical death itself." I had found it odd when I read his note. I am a believer in the fact that no matter how much one's mind is capable of, it still needs a body for its meaningful existence. Our most scriptures presses the fact that our bodies are mere vehicles to our minds. So to his credit, my friend does have some logic in his statement. He has a phobia of losing his mind. His biggest fear is that one day he would go completely insane and he would be scared of everything that his mind would show him. Talk about paranoia.Over the weekend I watched a Japanese movie where a girl uses a coffin as a bed. It was amusing to see that she did that to save money to buy a flat in a floor greater than five in a posh locality of Tokyo. She wanted to buy that flat because someone had once told her that if she ever wanted to commit suicide, then she should at least live as high as in fifth floor. So to have that option open, she saves money by sleeping in a coffin, working on multiple jobs and basically living her life. It was an odd tale with a semi-happy ending.Anonymity is a wonderful gift, especially in the internet domain. I had always thought that it gave a great freedom to whatever one wanted without their own friends or peers judging them. It was a refreshing thought. Sometimes by looking at certain information of someone's profile, we automatically become judgmental and perhaps become a biased critique. I have stopped visiting social networking site because of that reason. Its very irritating to see people trying to have meaningful conversations over "scraps" or "wall" rather than picking up the phone and calling or even writing a decent length email. As usual, "busy" is the reason that I get to hear from people. I think there is something terribly wrong with the way I am since I seem to be the only person I know who seem to have enough time. Is it only me who is not doing something that almost everyone seems to be doing? Odd.Labels: J-Movie, my annoyment, paranoia
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I remember writing a piece called "Memories of Autumn" or something along those lines. It was written for a friend as a challenge. It was written completely in first person's point of view which I had obsession with a while ago. I was revisiting that old post seeing if there is any opening to write a follow up. At that time I did not like that story very much. It was too cheesy for my liking, but as I promised, I had posted it. I came across it today and I reread it. Actually, its not as bad as I thought it was before. Its quite decent and very lyrical. I am thinking now, very seriously, for a follow-up. This would be again in first person but this person would be the other person from first post. Yeah, well, lets see how it goes.
My parents and I have a huge generation gap. I am stuck in 70s and 80s music and movies where my parents are more people of tomorrow. Last evening my choice of monsoon evening food/snack was akki rotti. My dad ordered a pizza. I listen to melancholic Kishore Kumar music where my dad listens to pop.
Currently I am hung upon music that I haven't listened to in a while. I was pretty excited to discover Bryan Adams music on my office system. I think its been years since I have listened to him. Also, there was music from Backstreet Boys, Boyzone and some other 90s boy band. It felt as if I was back in college, gushing over Ronan or Nick Carter. I listened to most of the music and deleted from my system. I prefer "The Clash" or "Poco" any day.
I have picked up most music from TV shows. Its strange how most shows, even in case of a hardcore police procedural, I get to hear some very nice music. Thats how I first listened to "Poco", "Sage Frances", "Placebo" and "Black rebel motorcycle club". I love their works.
Labels: Boy bands, Generation gap, Muisc
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Ceiling fans are creepy. Period. My phobia for ceiling fans is not new and all my life I have managed to spend less and less time sitting/standing/working under a ceiling fan. The personification of "Fate" has to be a sadist person. In my office, my cubicle is magically placed between two ceiling fans. Alright, one is really really close and the other is slightly off my cubicle. But still, its there. My office ceiling is not too high and the guy in neighboring cubicle on my right has a habit of running the fan at full speed. So is my other neighbor. Half the time I am looking up like a moron expecting the fan to fall on my head any second and the rest of the time I am shivering. Its crazy.I am also terrified of automobiles, but not much since I drive one. I drive really slowly mentally calculating all possible ways of getting into an accident. To overcome this, I started thinking about odd facts, weird facts and sometimes about the project that I am working on. Its strange how I can drive back to my house and when I park my vehicle, I realize that the whole journey back home was hazy. Most of the times I kind of wake up while driving and wonder when did I pass petrol bunk. Well, my vision is not much to be desired for, so I am basically blind as a bat during night. Solution for this is to either get home before its dark or take a bus. My option is the latter one.Auto phobia is not that common but I don't think that its weird. I know few people who are scared of automobiles. But ceiling phobia? Its beyond weird. Or so I am told.Labels: auto phobia, Ceiling fan phobia
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I remember a conversation that I had with a friend over dinner sometime during May; it was about truth and honesty. His argument was - that one cannot survive by telling the truth. Also, truth by itself does not exist. Because one can come up with a logical and a very complex rule that can make truth ambiguous. An absolute truth is anything but ambiguous. All of us accept that sun rises in east. There is enough scientific evidence for that; evidence that is irrefutable. But the whole statement is based on certain set of preconceived accepted fundamental facts; east is in the direction that the sun rises. So, inherently, the statement "sun rises in the east" is always true. Thus, truth becomes a matter of perspective of a group of massive proportion and cannot be contested logically. If one would have a kind of mania for truth (for telling, I mean), then it would be from the perspective of the person in question. If a man were to hold my friend at gun point and ask me to answer a question and if by being truthful my friend could potentially die, then what power would the truth has? I have read pages and pages of articles talking about truth and honesty, but no one really talks about the price of being honest. Being honest need not be being truthful. If I tell you that I lied to you yesterday in my blog, then I am being honest. But being truthful is much difficult and the price is much costlier than one would expect. In the given social construct, one cannot be truthful. I do not agree that it is possible to utter the truth and expect that being truthful is the greatest virtue. If a man cannot empathize for another man, be it by lying or by deceit, then no amount of truth could bear the cost of comfort. I remembered this conversation today because of the predicament that I was in. I was in a dilemma as to being truthful or be a good friend. I chose to be a good friend.Labels: Honesty, Nostalgia, Truth
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There is something very attractive about tragedies and something very intoxicating about heartaches. I have always liked some amount of angst compared to lighthearted entertainment but of late, it simply gives me a headache. I blame migraine. I find it very hard to answer people what I like. When my boss asked me today, it was kind of hard to answer. Whatever I answered him was truth but it was not the complete truth. I had not realized the things that I liked till I actually sat down and analyzed every word I had told him. I like Origami. A lot. I have not memorized the folds, but always refer to books and print outs which has instructions. I like to read. I have stopped reading everything and started to read some particular genres only. I like hunting for comic books. I like reading them again and again, especially Sandman and The Sadhu. I like music; 80s are my favorite. I also happen to like movies; personal preferences are - horror, action/adventure, thriller, crime and animation. I like Japanese language. I learn it in my spare time. I like misty mountains. I like frozen coke. I like churumuri. I like work when there is stress; thats the time when I am most productive.Well, when I start thinking about what I like, the list seems to grow. Its not uncommon to see that these likes getting changed over the years. Once we grow, we undergo a situation, face a life altering experience, a change is seen in a person overnight. In reality I actually like to cook. I never tell that to any friends for the sole reason that people have rarely seen me cook during my stint working in foreign countries. Its amusing to see people concluding that I don't cook because I don't know how to cook rather than I don't cook because I am lazy. I don't believe in concluding after reading body language or by judging someone's attitude by certain choice of words. I think that people are more than that. Of course there is a possibility that a man would behave exactly in the same way than another man when they are both put into same position. I know that most people argue about it, but when you think about it, in most stressful situation, people at some quantum level behave the same.Here is the parting Question: What is the difference between truth and honesty?Labels: personal, Question
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