Wednesday 21 December 2011

Illusionary Curtain

We are living such uninformed and lying lives. We are living through everyday making plans of the future, still working towards the perfect job, the perfect life, the perfect house. Perfection or whatever comes near it- a certain sense of happiness is what we are all working towards. We are out in the city, enjoying the occasional movie, hanging out with friends, the warm tones of a bar against your skin while you sit around a table laughing jocularly and downing another pint of beer. I am taking my usual walks and getting inspired by what the world has to offer. But are we all lying to ourselves? Living carefully on one side of the line, completely ignoring the other?
It's the 22nd of December, 2011 as I write this. And what's on my mind is my Hamlet studies, my own writings, a number of people and other flitting thoughts- books, a possible vacation in some distant future...inconsequential things when I take into account what's been going on around the world.

Egypt is in a terrible state. Protestors are being regularly hauled and beaten and women protestors in Egypt have even been stripped and subjected to uncalled for violence.
Is this the civilized world we are headed for? BBC reported that at least 13 people have been killed in Egypt since Friday.
Tunisia saw massive unrest and at least two dozen people were killed in the government protests. Bombings have gone on around the world and the Norway incident was a shocking and unexpected attack- a man named Breivik shot at a youth camp, while supposedly laughing and saying "You all must die."

Today the papers read that a 100 had died in Syria.
"The troops surrounded the valley and unleashed a barrage of rockets, tank shells, bombs and gunfire in an hours-long assault, according to two human rights groups and a witness, killing more than 100 people and leaving no survivors in one of the bloodiest days of a crackdown by President Bashar Assad against a nine-month popular uprising."
Does it not feel like some sort of disillusionment, a covering of reality that we engage in? If this is the world we live in, what right do we have to go on with our lives without a care? More importantly, why have these things become the norm and we, silent and passive observers? Need we not take action, extend a hand of kindness, be concerned for those who are on the other side of reality?
I often am left wondering what we are supposed to do. Accept a world where cold unkindness and military intervention is the norm? Or make way for a world where armies, wars and power-thirsty government bodies are seen to be the fanatics that they actually are? Are we really in need of another Dadaist or Surrealist movement? A hippie revolution? Another comeback of peace-loving people? Would they help? Can thoughts ever really defeat guns and ammunition?
What does the world need? I can do little but wonder...that is until I have enough money to volunteer and help victims of natural and man-made disasters around the world.


quoted excerpt from-
illed-in-organized-massacre-on-syrian-village-activists-say/#ixzz1hEpKOTOy

Nosefalls

Fshmm....
the sound of nose farts.
That's all for today..


photograph from deviantart.com
'Nose' by *trueformshow

Tuesday 20 December 2011

Vagabond

Do I go around other people's homes because I am searching for something? I frequent beds in houses of relatives and friends to escape the loneliness hammered into the walls of my room. Or is it because I long for some kind of love, some form of affection that I don't get, can't feel anywhere?

I seem like a crustacean oblivious to the absorption procedure of normal bipedal human beings.
Maybe I have said something that was wrong
Can i make it better with the lights turned on?

Is this how vagabonds are? A weakening lighthouse battered by shifting seas, tempted by the beautiful unseen and forever observers along the waves that separate them from a commonplace wholeness, a simple love, an easy idea..
Standing on the line that separates the elusive from reality?

Monday 19 December 2011

Almost peace

There's such a sense of newness when creating a blog. It's almost like making a baby. Well without the getting naked, fucking someone and having someone in my body for 9 months part.
I had intended to write about something else but my mind is taking a different course I see. I guess even when I want to graze on the ground where the grass has finished (yes I am a goat -_-) my legs know better and take me to comparatively fresher grounds.
I have been persistently staring at my cell, attempting telepathy at an extremely pathetic level (since it isn't working) and feeling like a ball of cotton.
I am assuming they feel weightless, senseless and blocked.
There's also a mild possibility that I am losing my sanity. I am hearing my mobile make imaginary noises. I hate myself like this. And all over a guy.
What's even more ridiculous is that the novelty of sorrow never wears off! It's the same feeling but every time it's like you have never experienced sadness before. I refuse to believe that the sadness bar started out low and is raised everytime. I think it's more along the lines that our memories erase sadness the minute they can..
I am happy to be rambling to an imaginary audience. It feels....almost peaceful.
I think I'd like to be back here again, writing things out on a pretty page.