My obsession with the dark , with the bad , with the incognito has been inveterate but this chronic liaison has always been subdued ... buried in the Dark to avoid cynical interpretations . The dark has always fascinated me with its quietude and apprehension imposing nature . It seems to be a refuge to retreat to after an action to avoid the perusal and explanation seeking eyes of the others ; to leave them groping for me in the dark . There remains no need to play to the gallery . Debates , to me , never produce any tangible result other than the assimilation by its patient audiences .
The dark reveals the innate nature of things , it strips off their charade ; no interplays of light . In the light , on being illuminated , we see what is being reflected , and what is being shown but in the dark it is what it is . In there my usual repertoire can be reticence , no name , no game . In there I am what I am .
Its cool is inviting ; it seduces me . There are others lurking in the light with their clandestine love for the dark , ready to shrug off and exasperated by ostentation . Remember... the dark knight !!!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
yeh cup kahi nahi jayega !!!
Some backdrop : Mayawati calls Bapu - a nautankibaaz , Ricky Ponting called Bangaladesh's test team status - a bogus , and we said Yeh cup kahi nahi jayega .
I wonder about the mockery that these reel heroes make of themselves in front of the real heroes . This reminds me of a line from one of my favourite movies The Greatest Game Ever Played - " there are only two kinds of players in this world - one who keep their nerves in control and go on to win championships and the others who don't ." Perhaps that's why we must learn to avoid commenting on the stature of Sachin Tendulkar , Roger Federer , Tiger Woods ....because of the sheer reason of we being inept for it . For the most of us , our tryst with success remains within the periphery of so called fluke . Just like an under-exposed photographic film , our experiences and experiments with the light of failures and truths are momentary . Intoxicated by power , by success , by our obeisance and veneration our 'dillogical' Dhoni forgets that the title of "being the best" is still a bone of contention . I dunno what makes Mayawati and her likes harbour the hope of ever being the prime minister . May be because they think we are silly , but silly is a state of mind and stupid - a way of life which we haven't opted for yet .
But I wonder who is to be blamed . This is a vicious big circle , which stems and culminates from ubiquitous points . But exemplars are exemplars , and masquerades of condescension are sham , and the twain shall never meet
I wonder about the mockery that these reel heroes make of themselves in front of the real heroes . This reminds me of a line from one of my favourite movies The Greatest Game Ever Played - " there are only two kinds of players in this world - one who keep their nerves in control and go on to win championships and the others who don't ." Perhaps that's why we must learn to avoid commenting on the stature of Sachin Tendulkar , Roger Federer , Tiger Woods ....because of the sheer reason of we being inept for it . For the most of us , our tryst with success remains within the periphery of so called fluke . Just like an under-exposed photographic film , our experiences and experiments with the light of failures and truths are momentary . Intoxicated by power , by success , by our obeisance and veneration our 'dillogical' Dhoni forgets that the title of "being the best" is still a bone of contention . I dunno what makes Mayawati and her likes harbour the hope of ever being the prime minister . May be because they think we are silly , but silly is a state of mind and stupid - a way of life which we haven't opted for yet .
But I wonder who is to be blamed . This is a vicious big circle , which stems and culminates from ubiquitous points . But exemplars are exemplars , and masquerades of condescension are sham , and the twain shall never meet
don't take me otherwise
being new , and authentic to the world of blogging ,I must be baptised , by the well known and widely acclaimed and accepted practice of plagiarism .
A friend of mine J(say) after having lunch , went to the room of another of my friend , A(say) . In the midst of their conversation J who was fiddling with A's phone deleted all the messages from the inbox . A was taken aback when he noticed this .Dismayed , he blurted out - " ab main raat ko sone se pehle kya karoonga ." Did someone say that Life is too short to stuff a mushroom ?
A friend of mine J(say) after having lunch , went to the room of another of my friend , A(say) . In the midst of their conversation J who was fiddling with A's phone deleted all the messages from the inbox . A was taken aback when he noticed this .Dismayed , he blurted out - " ab main raat ko sone se pehle kya karoonga ." Did someone say that Life is too short to stuff a mushroom ?
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