“Sex And The City was not a documentary, and it was a whole recession ago, and really a whole generation of online dating ago. So do us all a favor: Stop with Carrie and Miranda and especially Samantha, and while you’re at it? You could give the Bridget Jones thing a rest, too.
We’ve all moved on. Please move on with us.”
NPR response to an NYT article on being an independent working woman without a suitable love life.
You know what being in love feels like?
It’s called daily dose of Crap.
For anyone who says different, take a knife, insert it in your chest and twist it gently. (Yes, it’s killing you softly).
On a happier note, here’s a link for all the One Piece in the world.
http://one-piece-anime-megaupload.blogspot.com/
Listening to: Zombie-Cranberries/Strange Fruit-Billie Holliday/Georgia-Ray Charles/
After a long time
- Beginning with self pleasure and masturbation, I have accounts on MAL and icheckmovies. Still have a long way to go in both – although re-watching Se7en on an off day does nothing to increase the list.
- For all your One Piece needs, this is probably the best place to go.
- I often go trailer watching because I skip the new movies. Some trailers look saucy (like Scream 4) and some look immensely thrilling (like All good things). And then there are some, like Biutiful, which are stories in themselves.
- I’m not sure if it’s a good thing but the Indian section of Wiki’s list of greatest films has Sholay (1975) as the last entry. There’s also some obvious choices like Satyajit Ray films (not in my top shelf), Gandhi (a bit of over-reaching there) and Junoon (which I have never cared for). I know that most films made in India are sort of, often marketing shenanigans and mostly crap wrapped up in decoration. But I would have put something like Pushpak in that list. (and a secret favourite called Teesri Manzil).
- Thought of the day:
When your hands reek tobacco,
and your mouth smells like sushi,
there’s a night you can always remember.
Life never gives us straight up choices.
It’s never as easy as in anime, which also tries to show the grey areas. It’s not like fighting good and evil, it’s never as easy to pick a boy/girl. It’s not like Naruto just decided he’s going to get Sasuke back..Oh! wait he did!…
Life doesn’t give a choice at all. What it does it presents you with two options; both that you want to reject. It gives lessons and the funny thing is that you never learn from them. Once bitten, twice shy only applies when you’re watching some one else’s life and shouting at the screen. Even though I always feel I’m watching me watching me (sort of like a meta reality, or twice removed), I make the same mistakes over and over again – always knowing full well what I’m doing, with a tinge of regret but never a full rollback.
I think anime makes those choices very clear. (I am totally excluding Indian films/TV serials and such from this category for it pains me to say but it is mostly useless). I believe (if i can do that) that people can’t change or probably won’t change.
It’s a learning curve of stupidity with bits of experience meshed in. I’m on the edge.
Observer comment: My tone has drastically been damaged. Improve!
Under the sunshine they met as strangers
Words were hurled and hearts were broken.
Under the twilight, observed from afar
They held their hands and sighs closer
He took her by the mouth and gazed in her dreams
She grabbed his shoulder and held his desires
Each touch was calculated
Each stroke was measured
Every kiss drew blood
Every tear drew love
They gazed in the sky till azure was upon them
A final kiss was exchanged and they left each other
Under the sunshine they met as strangers
Words were hurled and hearts were kindled.
The torrents are doing their job and so is radio.
Friends are trying hard but this indecision isn’t going away.
Have caught up on films though.
Checking movies has spurred me on more than anything. Noir is exhilarating and Billy Wilder, wonderful.
I’ll be glad when I overcome this pensive mood of mine.
Have probably written more in the last few days than the last year.
There’s something rotten in my state. Going bipolar, perhaps?
Was this even a post?
PS
In the last icons post, forgot to put the Magnificent Ambersons. Damn!
Are longer conversations overrated?
How many have I had this month already?
There’s no end, no topic, no consensus.
There are pauses, laughs and awkward questions,
declarations and avowals.
Makes you think a bit, though
about the rotten state you’re in.
How you’re tied despite being free and
hating what you’ve become.
Nothing soothing emerges
and all’s in tumult.
The evening fades and roads are shortened.
Clouds dry up and time runs away.
Talks, companions and lovers
are tied up in the circle of fate
watching from close
Soft eyes, rising passion, melting heart
and nothing to say…
I will probably turn older soon, if I survive to see that day. In the last few days, however hard I have tried to rethink my last few years, I’ve encountered either shameful memories or delightful moments that have shaped me up.
If I am to continue like this, the end result would probably be another year as a confused person with issues of self-doubt plaguing every action I take or every potential friendship I forge.
Talking to a friend a few hours back, we travelled through the last seven years – the education, the disappointments, the possibilities and the links. I am still the same in many ways but somehow more real – I love the way the language felt, but along the way either I failed it or it left me. I never had strong emotions within me and they have been loaded with the drug of laziness, which has made me more of a drifter and probably, an unemotional person.
But being what I am, I am looking forward to this. Being myself – even though I dislike it. I think people cannot change and I hope that to some extent it is true for me. I am still that person who loves to read books and watch films, still the same person who loves the physical over the emotional, and the same person who is amoral than immoral.
So is there a way for me to still be the same but change without my knowing? Is there a way for me to like it and dislike it?
If I could only be a distant observer who could feel what I feel while I write this, perhaps.
On a related note:
