you're in for it now..

interesting, i'm actually doing as i said i would.

who would have thought it ?
however, criticism is not forthcoming. i'm going to do the egoistic thing here, and assume that you really love my stories, and you can't find a single fault with them.
in fact, you think i should be nominated for the booker.

yeah right.

regardless of the shit i'm writing above, the update to my fiction is here - The Day After Tomorrow.

this one was for some competition, didn't win the prize, but embodies the kind of writing that i try for. that i don't achieve it, is a different matter. its the style i mean here.
what a hope.

as always, non-existent criticism can be left here.

now that is a shitty statement.


the possibility of genius

as i said before i've found so many things to think of, and talk about; that i don't know where to start.

actually i do know where to start, i don't know where to stop.
i won't go into that any further.

i was watching 'man on the moon' yesterday, for no reason at all. curiosity probably. it is an amazing effort at bringing out the creative genius of andy kaufman.

i'd never heard of the man before i watched the movie, i knew that such people could exist. who could completely redefine comedy and entertainment for themselves; and actually have it accepted by others. kaufman was a man whose creativity was amazing. however, there is a fine line between genius and insanity, and you can see that in everything he did.

for example, who would want to play a joke that no-one understood? except the jokesters?
andy kaufman did this. all the time.

more than once, i've heard hippychix talk of this quality - the creative genius who knows no bounds, who redefines everything for themselves. and for others. and is hated, ridiculed, ostracized for it.
and it doesn't make the slightest difference to them.

2 scenes that stays with you long after the movie (at least they stayed with me). one was a show that kaufman did in the later years. i'm pretty sure most of it is fact, and the sheer idea of making grown-ups realise their inner child was amazing. following it up with santa claus, and milk and cookies was the statement that really showed me kaufman's genius.

we need these things to realise that we were once kids. that we can live life with no sense of logic. that leaving your worries behind is not wrong. that life is more than whatever we make of it.

the other was one of kaufman's first shows, where he does nothing that is accepted by anyone sitting there. he sings, he tells bad jokes, does a horrible impersonation - in short, everything that you don't do for entertainment.

but these are what we do.
we do these to entertain ourselves all the time. to entertain kids anytime.
growing up, growing older, growing more mature - we lose sight of the fact that amusement is something that makes you realise the fun in life. its not about being the greatest comic, or telling amazing jokes. forgetting that life is as bad as it is, is enough for us to get amused.

i'm maybe over-analyzing what is maybe a 'decently good' movie, but it is amazing what one can find, if one but looks.

even the fact that andy would assume different characters - they focused on tony clifton in the movie - he actually had 5 or 6 different persona, meant something to me too.
we all have this point where we almost become someone else. i know i do. to someone who knows you, it's like you are another person. completely different. we don't accept this, and struggle to come back to normal. the really psychotic people end up with MPD.

the point is that we don't know what is normal. defining it for ourselves, means we'll eventually lose it.
this is what 'living in the moment' means. at least to me. that you accept what you are, and react as you would. and hence be yourself. no matter what.
if you behave 'out of character', its called being 'eccentric'.

being the only point of change of your life, means that this is rhetoric we impose on ourselves. in the hope that we'll fit.
wrong wrong wrong.

being the man on the moon is easy. you act like the earth isn't there.
being the person on this planet is remembering that reality is as you define it.


“There's no way to describe what I do. It's just me.”
“What's real? What's not? That's what I do in my act, test how other people deal with reality.”

talk of random..

for once, i have a lot of topics ranging about in my head, and have to choose which i want to go for. a real deluge.

for starters, we'll have trine's meme, she tagged me a coupla days ago.. and besides, i've never done this before.

wow. i'm doing a meme. i was supposed to do those. i wonder where that idea went?

at any rate:
1. Total volume of music files on my computer?
zero. numerically, 0.
having an mp3 player means that you use it ;-)

2. The last CD I bought was?
about 3 years ago - south indian classical fusion music - taka dhimi taka jumu.

3. Song playing right now:
REM - man on the moon.

4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me (in no particular order):

  • seal - kiss from a rose.
    the first time i heard it, i knew it would always be my theme.
  • u2 - with or without you.
    a bit of history here - it was heard during a wait. for a person's answer. never lost its meaning since.
  • alanis morrissette - ironic.
    and i was sold on alanis. 'ten thousand spoons, and all you need is a knife.'
  • pink floyd - comfortably numb.
    do i really have to ? the classic. for anyone who's ever known psychedelia.
  • a.r.rahman - ennavale (kadhalan).
    its a random rahman choice. its either this or 'narimuganae' (iruvar). i hum them all the time too. very irritating.

5. Which people are you passing this baton to, and why?
one problem is that i don't know how many people read this place anymore. the stats are highly misleading.

we'll have riri, coz well, i think she should.
i'll also go for sol, coz i know she enjoys memes.
and finally marie b., coz she's the cool chick.

hell, you guys may be in for a tough time, i'm thinking of posting twice today.

out of sight

there are some things that go beyond our very perception.

when i was coming home yesterday, as always i took my usual route through the local park.
creed was playing 'with arms wide open', and the final guitar solo was reaching a conclusion.. and then i looked again.

it was nearing a beautiful twilight, and the horizon had clouds of a golden hue.. as the final rays of the sun were disappearing off the horizon. a fine mist was settling over everything i could see in the green lawn in front of me. in the far corner a tree with pink blossoms had recently shed part of its load onto the green grass below. everything had a tinge of blur to it, as the sky was steadily reaching the zenith of twilight, while the mist was spreading to the farthest corners of the park.
a feeling of calm came from within me as i suddenly realised that here, in my favourite place in aberdeeen, nature had decided to show me what was possible with a little water, a little sunlight, and freedom.

the noise of the road seemed to fade away, and for a minute i was in the stillness of a world which we search for most of our lives. i looked up at the fading blue sky, and then.. saw her.

the moon peeped out from behind a clump of clouds.. and barely seemed to exist in a sea of blue around her.

it was perfect.

i had found a place i could go back to when i needed to find that peace that allows the pure form of thinking.. when the mind is one with the inner thoughts, and the external ideas flow in and out. jigsaws form perfectly from all the fragments that are left from all those times that you have broken off a perfect train of thought… for whatever reason.

this after a day where i had almost banged my head against a computer screen in the hope that i would understand what the fuck i was seeing in the code i had in front of me.
i get frustrated when i just don't get it, regardless of what i do.. every now and then i think life could not be better, and then there are the times that i don't know where to turn for help…

each and every time something happens to change the paradigm. to make me find another way of thinking.
i've almost come to expect it.

its happened again. when i thought i couldn't find anything within, i've been shown a place to find everything.

its the same with everything, its all right there in front of us.

we just have to look.

a fresh attempt..

something rohit said triggered something else, and something else happened..

well, in essence, i love writing. its something that i've done ever since i was 8 or 9, and something i can't stop. logically, those early years were spent in fiction… which has only come down recently. the stories still come, albeit less often. i think all those movies have something to do with it…

this blog was early on meant to showcase some of that talent - don't ask me what happened to that idea.

i've put up one of my earliest published attempts at a short story in its original form. it was published on a fiction website.. i think its still around. this is something that actually happened to me, and hence you have complete freedom to laugh your head off :D

without further ado: That First Look.

As this space has gone beyond fiction alone.. i'm not cluttering it up. i'll leave notifications here, though.

there should be regular updates, and hopefully this will allow some ideas i have to germinate. they're being put off, which is not good.

comments/criticism are expected - you can leave that here. please do let me know exactly what you think.. i'd really appreciate it.

toodles, tally-ho and pip-pip ! (put that down to the complete blackadder)

don't even bother…

and i'm back.

weird, that i felt like i was “away”.
i wasn't. i was right here, going out and seeing what you people had to write; and generally observing the blogosphere.
which can be a pretty good full-time job in itself.
i wish.

and of course, a point is that i've realised that old spirit seems to be missing. this spot used to “hum” with activity: posts everyday, a decent number of comments.. somewhere along the way, i've lost the need for these things.

comments always make you feel good, and one always finds something one has missed within them; but the compulsion seems to have disappeared. so has the need to talk out loud everyday, and see what comes out.
interesting.

i've also gained(?) this introspective nature, where each post seems to reflect my mood; maybe even seem to explore my problems, and my personal problems. rhetoric too has become a regular, with unanswerable questions; that are being asked for their sake.

that's not very good, no-one likes a whiny little bastard who goes guilt tripping in public. and asks questions that he doesn't want answered anyway.
damn.

the mind is fickle, and needs that element of interest to sustain any activity it does decide to take up. or else, it dies out. a very natural death.
am i going that way ?
not good.

but then what can i write about ?
i was supposed to conjure up a shitty post, for the SBC; and that's not happened either.
lazy.

talk of an unnecessary post, put up for the sake of it.
and here you have one.
crap.

and you're still reading.

take a hint.

i'll take a hike.