Maybe this time I will be satisfied with what I write. I plan to maybe write about movies and series and podcasts I devour. I still do not think I am well-versed with the music scene, so will refrain from that. That said, maybe Homecoming is a gigantic term to start off with. So I call this a return, or arrival.
What’s new about the year?
It’s just figures, ain’t it?
Another number to bear,
Makes me older and you know it!
Under the moonlight and the sunshine,
it’s the blinding beam all over again.
Tired and dead,
We all fall down the drain.
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Very High
Schizoid: High
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Low
Narcissistic: High
Avoidant: High
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate
I take these sort of tests once in a while and as I think, so I receive. Though I think there is some conspiracy here. I would say I’m extremely antisocial and dependent. But if I say I let other people make my important decisions, it’s an oxymoron, isn’t it?
URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
They just disappeared in the darkness, somewhere
The lizard and the snake
Coming and leaving,
meeting and parting
Reunited, but fated to part.
The colour of the sky, they never saw
only the whiteness of the ceiling.
Never reached out to the brightness,
content to live within the confines.
Living to only die, was the lizard’s wish.
Dying was living, said the snake.
With glazed eyes and shaking limbs,
at the waterworks they parted,
the snake slithered and the lizard stayed.
Both wished to meet again, yet never again.
A fateful coupling, I whispered,
Releasing one and taming the other.
Watching the snake glide, wishing it would die,
watching the lizard petrified, wishing it would leave.
The sun in the darkness
the snake dies daily.
The darkness in the heart,
the lizard breaks itself, only to be born again.
Blood and black, craving and despair,
taint me again, today.
It’s definitely the heat.
It’s not the heat where you strike a pose and strut up in less-than-nothings.
It’s the heat of the scorcher; the burning roads, the sweaty gardens, the crispy cigarette, and the melting bodies.
Or maybe it’s some end-of-the-world warning.
Either way I’m toast.
is being heralded by the Slate as the man who changed TV criticism. Alan Sepinwall has made me fall in love with Mad Men, Breaking Bad and I’m sure more are soon to follow. An excerpt from the well-written Salon article:
His recaps appear online in record time, typically bursting with incisive commentary and wit." Sepinwall's output is also legendary: He's currently reviewing between 10 and 15 shows each week, which he says is "a fairly light schedule for me."
His earlier blog was a wonderful discovery that I am really grateful for. It was the epic series The Wire that directed me towards his blog and since then I have always turned to Sepinwall after finishing every episode that he also reviews.
I loved his reviews of Dexter, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, and recently Community.
Sepinwall (or the king of the form) can now be read here.
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!
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:
What a talk!
Speaking as someone without an opinion, boy, have I got an opinion. And what’s more it’s directed towards everyone.
And what’s more I even hate writing about it ‘cause I know others won’t have the same as mine.
But, for once and for many, I wish my opinion was a maxim. Or probably, the final stopping point… Something like..
BTW: Shinichi Kudo is never wrong. Why is that?
I miss writing.
Somehow, going through the wires each day and seeing political policies, crime and violence and just plain ol’ news, has made me jaded. It has also pushed me away from writing, something that I enjoyed occasionally.
So, now I’ve decided to do something about it. I will probably start writing reviews of things I see daily but am too lazy to post about. And these will be, of course, anime.
Watching these shows everyday, I have somehow managed to form an opinion about them (something I usually avoid). So, even though these reviews won’t be lengthy, they will have more screenshots and comments and less analysis (Which I was trying to do in my other blog…)
So, even though I can’t put a date on it, I’ll start soon. Probably. Someday. Soon.
In any case, I don’t feel too bad cause…
Flashbacks from The Atlantic are available at: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/index/flashbacks
Includes:
‘Mind over matter’ which compiles articles from the 1920s to the 1990s that reflect on the revolutionary insights of Albert Einstein.
‘Defending Darwin’ that compiles articles from 1860 to the present on the conflict between evolution theory and religious fundamentalism.
‘Private domain’ where three Atlantic authors consider the fine line between security and breach of privacy.
'Obscenity, Censorship, and the First Amendment', featuring Atlantic writings from the turn of the twentieth century forward on the fraught battleground between freedom of speech and public morality.
‘Nobel Quibbles’ cause when it comes to the Nobel Prize, controversy and debate have always been the name of the game.
‘The Diamond Myth’ which compiles articles from the past 150 years reveal the dark side of "the most brilliant of stones."
