Let’s talk my friend, you and I,
Let’s meet over a couple o’ beers,
Let’s find ourselves again, in the middle of the crowd,
and forget, for a moment, who we were
Let’s talk of yesterday, let’s talk of tomorrow,
Let’s talk of the times of the great sorrow,
Let’s talk of adventures on the highway,
Let’s just forget about what happens of today
Let’s talk of love and all the women we could never date
Let’s talk of the bloody time that would never wait
Let’s talk of this world, about things big and small,
Let’s figure out, where we went wrong; when did we build this wall?
Let’s talk of things we’ve done and the thing’s we’ll do,
Things that’ll go past me and you,
Things of old and things of new
Things of which we never knew.
Time will come and time will go,
What becomes of us, my friend, we’ll never know
So, let’s talk my friend, you and I,
Let’s meet over a couple o’ beers,
Let’s find ourselves again, in the middle of the crowd,
and forget, for a moment, who we were.
Is Fiction A Waste Of Time?
“This is how a working class love story should be”, Subrat messaged after watching Blue Valentine. “Wow! Post ?” I replied back. And here it is. If you have seen it, read the post to fall in love with it, all over again. If you haven’t, do watch it. Was also wondering how in the last few years there has been a constant flow of good cinema thats exploring the “couples’ code” – all about man, woman and child. Away We Go, Revolutionary Road, Blue Valentine, Rabbit Hole and The Kids Are All Right. Where’s our code ?
Read on…
You are left stranded at the end. Fireworks go up in the sky. The closing credits come on with a tune that sounds familiar. It takes you a while to figure it’s the same tune that Dean (Ryan Gosling) played on his ukulele years ago while serenading Cindy (Michelle Williams)…
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Resurrection
res·ur·rec·tion/ˌrezəˈrekSHən/
noun- The action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected.
I here by add the meaning not for someone else but for me so that no matter what, in my solitude I have some better things to do than just do other stuff.
Please Listen!
When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done
what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen. Don’t talk or do –
just hear me.
Advice is cheap; 3.5 rupees will get you both Shri shri Ravi Shankar and Baba Ramdev in the same newspaper, and I can do for myself;
I am not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy. But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.
And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious and I don’t need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.
Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes, for some people – because God is mute, and he doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn – and I will listen to you.
Analyzing Truth.
What is truth? This question can be seen as one of the most typical of philosophical puzzles. We use the concept frequently and without question- we ask “Is that true?”, we announce, “It’s true”, we swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but truth. Sometime truth is elusive- we find it hard to find out the real truth behind appearances, the truth can be deliberately hidden or obscured, or simply beyond our investigative abilities. Politicians can try to hide the truth, scientists aim to discover the truth, historians puzzle over the remains and manuscript to work out the truth.
In all these instances of searching for the truth, however, what is not questioned is the nature of truth itself. The truth may elude us, but we are in no doubt as to what it is we want to know. But when faced with that question, “What is truth?” the mind goes numb- what does the question mean?We feel like we do know what the answer is, yet we cannot put it into words. so it is with many philosophical puzzle- what is time? what is knowledge? what is mind? Normally we don’t have any trouble applying concepts like time, knowledge, mind- we can look at the clock to see what time it is, we know when the next train is due to depart, we have in mind that we must remember to collect the bag from the left luggage. But when challenged to explain what time itself, or knowledge, or mind, or truth, is, we come to a halt. As Augustine said about time, “I know well enough what it is, provided nobody asks me; but if I’m asked and try to explain, I’m baffled.
There are many puzzles about truth. There’s lie paradox- would you believe me if I told you I always lie? Another, and perhaps the most challenging is the skeptic’s claim that there is no such thing as absolute truth- all truth is relative to the one who judges. The water is cold to me, warm to you- is there any fact of the matter as to whether it is really warm or cold? The table looks solid but the physicist says its mostly empty space-is there any fact of the matter? perhaps there is no absolute truth- only what is true for me, for you and so on.
Global relativism is self-refuting, as Plato observed in his dialogue, the Theaetetus. It falls to an ad hominem objection that, by its own lights, in rejecting it I make it right to reject it. It has to concede that it is false for me; and I- speaking as one who is not relativistic- say it is false. So either way, relativism is false. The truth is not relative, but absolute. Each of us has perceptions, makes judgments on the basis of them, views the world from his own perspective. But the world is distinct from all those different viewpoints. Truth is objective.The world is a world of facts which make our judgements objectively true or false. It is at the very least, an ideal which our judgements seek to mirror.
Phosphoresce
Walking down the long road,
I felt a change in the mode,
The mode that the warlock governs,
and surely its least of our concerns.
I found myself lost in wilderness,
never to come out of darkness,
of the shades under the heaven,
Alas!Never to be forgiven.
I thought the thought,
that most people ignore.
Like I ignored long enough,
not to ignore anymore.
The green covered with brown,
the city ruled by the clowns.
To the dark the child awakes,
not to see the Christmas cakes.
The holy water fills the goblet,
who cares the leaves of brooklets.
where the only rule is C.R.E.A.M.,
the world is full of bloodstream.
To this very day we are born,
to make an impact that lays a corn.
As Mahatma turned to Luther,
I await an atma to phosphor
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PS::C.R.E.A.M=Cash Rules Everything Around Me
The day starts with light!
Introduction to the lights!!
So it comes to this finally…
I have always hated reading blogs and even more so to write them. Every time I saw a new column or thread, I wondered where on the devil’s place these people get time to post there comment and even so to start a new topic…
But as I ‘m now at my present state, there is no other thing to do. You wake up late in the morning, drink a cup of coffee or tea, read the dowdy newspaper taking as much time as you can to read an article wondering when this murky dull sky will be tender enough for the sharp rays to pierce it…and lo there is blood everywhere…
Don’t we enjoy these LIGHTS!! There are so many of these-candlelight, starlight, daylight, twilight, moonlight even torchlight…hey hold on I don’t want you to have a hunch that I’m a light-freak or a lumino-maniac, I’m also not Laeddis..
All these glo(w)rious, radiant lights don’t captivate my mind as match-light, firelight or the gaslight..You switch on stevee (the tv) turn to watch news..BOOM!! there’s light everywhere, people bewitched, awing at other’s sparkling faces, all the time standing still to be engulfed by the next blaze as if this is the path of illumination. The screamers shouting aloud from stevee’s face to broadcast the divine path to the light-watchers as fast as possible coz they too want a sparkling coin.
After all hue and cry and “grab the discount offers”..every thing becomes lull and lackluster…
The light is gone, the screamers have toned their voices and everything is gloomy again.
I’m having my night milk, awaiting to wake up again tomorrow to enjoy the bright light once more.
“Why So Serious Son??”
My perspective 