Monday, May 14, 2007

Booked for Life - 3

(My latest journey through the leaves of time took me to Afghanistan. A stark, moving and reality-jolting journey, this book has brought with it strength, pain, a need to bring redemption to a few lives and the thought that I've had one too many books and movies on hurting, trying and road-to-redemption Father-Son relationship tales brought to my doorstep, barge in without knocking and seat themselves on my pillow; their gaze piercing, till I give them my undivided attention. This was one of those; as the Goo Goo Dolls would say, 'You can't stop the tears that ain't coming' kinda journey.)

The Kite Runner
Khaled Hosseini

Some day we shall know the truth of a circumstance, a situation, or sometimes of our very own behaviour and this truth will make us mad. But now this mad has to become constructive. No feeling or emotion is right or wrong. It is how you act upon it that is. It is human tendency to react. But it is also human responsibility to rise above and convert reaction to action.

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Exquisite Taste of Life

Ever beside the pure flame of the heat of the Indian summer, comes a drink that refreshes the fierce passion for the fiery eyed beauty of this season. Summer is here. Come, refresh your self this season with the purity of Water.

Have you ever scaled the heights of a mountain? And then when you took that pit-stop, sat yourself down on a ledge by a laughing spout of water gushing forth from the rock, transforming into a babbling brook to empty itself into a crystal clear mountain lake? And while you sat on that ledge you dangled your legs in the stream just to let the gently lapping waters have a crush on you. To let them break, just to do you with a million droplets, to watch them rise and fall and chant your name a million times. To see the waters turn away, pause and rush back to touch you again…and again.
All you hear is your breathing. All you see are the varied hues of dragon flies hovering over. All you touch is beauty. All you feel is purity. Water: crystal clear, peaceful, pure, life itself.
If there is one thing that symbolises life more than any other element, it is water. It makes up 71 per cent of the Earth’s surface, it consists of around 70 per cent of our bodily fluids, and make up and preserve the very building blocks of life.
And there is nothing more refreshing and utterly fascinating seeing water in its most natural habitat originating from a mountain and flowing down to the plains, perennially or maybe freezing up in winter into mysterious and soft snow or glistening ice to once again thaw in the spring and turn the world warm again.
And in this awe-inducing yet known hydrological cycle have you ever looked at the water in your glass and ponder how it made its way there? How does our drinking water fit into this hydrologic cycle? Where did the water we drink fall as precipitation? Did this water percolate down into the ground as part of a groundwater system, or did it remain on the surface as part of a surface water system? What path did this water follow in order to become our drinking water? Have you ever explored the hydrologic cycle and water's journey to your glass?
Water falls as precipitation to the earth. Once it falls, some water percolates into the ground, but some of it crosses fields as runoff and enters streams. These streams empty into the rivers, which cross the boundaries and eventually enter into reservoirs, which then might directly make its way to your tap or purifier and of course ultimately your glass. One long, arduous yet fulfilling journey for the free falling element.
Or maybe it might just take that in between pit-stop at a bottling plant to be stripped off its impurities. Such that, that one sip takes you back up to the mountain, locked in that time zone of your own to rediscover that life is not solely comprised of tasks but tastes. Taste not just for the good things in life, but for the little things that make life good. Water—the exquisite taste of life.


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Saturday, May 05, 2007

Booked For Life - 2

(Here's another treasure I found on one of my many treasure hunts across the topography of the book world)

Labyrinth
by Kate Moss
What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we are and what we did. An imprint, no more. I have learned much. I have become wise. But have I made a difference? I cannot tell. Pas a pas, se va luènh.
I have watched the green of spring give way to the gold of summer, the copper of autumn give way to the white of winter as I have sat and waited for the fading light. Over and over again I have asked myself why? If I had known how it would feel to live with such loneliness, to stand, the sole witness to the endless cycle of birth and life and death, what would I have done?



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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Red Strokes - Garth Brooks

(And since I'm on this train of thought...let me add this song, which is my all time favourite country song. Don't remember if i've put his on my blog before, but this morning calls for this to be reiterated.
They say that sometimes a word is worth a 1000 pictures. This song speaks more than just volumes. It talks about love, taking one, from the human to the divine to the sublime.)


Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture they're painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
It's a true work of art

Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they can't command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand

Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this...


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Love, Me

(One of the most sensual and soul touching lines I have ever heard in a love poem.)

I want to do to you what spring does to the cherry tree...

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Come Unity Can Be Ours

(This is something i found recently while going through my files. I had written this piece many years ago...maybe 7 years now...but it still chills my blood and haunts my dreams. The language is child-like compared to my normal style of writing. Don't know why I took this style...but i did...)

“I awoke one morning to find blood on my hands; not mine, but that of the child I had killed the previous day. I thought I had washed it off, but it seemed to be still there – staring, invisible, hurting, stinging, screeching. It suddenly felt wrong… so wrong. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I had killed before; I had taken lives. But why did I suddenly feel so different?

I got up and switched on the TV it showed the destruction that my men and I had caused. As I watched the scenes, they felt ghastly, even gross. The scenes were eating me inside. I was personally witnessing the mass destruction that I, along with a few others, had created. I felt a stab of guilt. What was happening to me? I realised I was personally witnessing the destruction of my soul, my own mind and my body along with that of my country. I said I was patriotic and loyal to my country. I loved my country. Then did destroying it mean loving it…? Whoa! That thought really hit me. It hit me so hard that I sat back on my sofa and had to hold the armrest for support. It got me thinking. Why had I done this? I said I was helping people. But did killing one part mean helping another part? Why was I doing all this? Why so much violence over one issue. Ayodhya, Gujarat, Mumbai, Godhra – violence everywhere. To build a temple or a mosque or something totally different? Have a puja or not? Kill or not to kill? In the end the whole thing comes down to one issue: communalism; Hindu-Muslim divide. To divide or to unify?

And yet I see places where people are one, irrespective of caste, creed or race. Hindus helping Muslims and vice versa. All religions helping each other. The only question is to live or not to live. I question myself for the third time: Why am I really doing this? For pleasure? What job is this? The money earned is blood money, no doubt… not mine, but somebody else’s.

The whole incident has set me thinking. Why not stop the violence, the bloodshed and the pain and really be patriotic and loving? Let’s make it a free country where one doesn’t worry about violence. Why I am thinking these thoughts do not ask. I’ve had a change of heart, you could say. My fellow terrorists, it took the blood of one innocent child to wake me up. How many will it take to wake you up to the reality of the shackles that bind our country? One, two… ten? Stop the violence now. Let’s make our country free: free to breathe, live and love. Let’s be truly patriotic and give up our violent and evil ways.

“Let’s stop existing and start living!”



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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Booked for Life

Every book to me is a journey I have undertaken. An adventure, a treasure hunt, a slice of life, an exploration of self. I may not have physically travelled the world but I feel like I’ve been to so many places. Some creations of the mind, others that exist in reality. On one of my many visits to Planet M, my friendly neighbourhood music man gave me a map to an adventure that will forever be undertaken by me, no matter how often the hands of time turn around. Here is the treasure I found on this exploration.

Bono in Conversation with Michka Assayas

Zahir's Log: April 2007:
I’ve been wounded, jaded, hurt, and hated. But most of all loved. So I locked myself away in my ivory tower. In the forsaken wilderness that I had made mine, the love and life I had to continue living and offering found me in the form of a book. This one.
Through the tumultuous array of conversations between Michka and Bono, I discovered my elusive truth. A deeper understanding into the men I love and who, more importantly; love me. I make no qualms that this has been one uncomfortable, questioning, thought provoking, to-hell-with-my-pride-let-it-fall-like-rain-from-my-eyes, kind of journey. As Bono signs off before he’s ‘gotta run’; “A life unquestioned is not one you should envy.”
I took my first steps down the west wall of my ivory tower with Bono and Michka on either side of me, holding my hands. The earth has turned away from the sun. My journey continues…

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Last Ten Years (Superman)

Artist/Band: Kenny Rogers
Lyrics for Song: The Last Ten Years (Superman)
Lyrics for Album: Water & Bridges

Oh, the last ten years, it's been quite trip
Over thirty-six-hundred spins around without a cosmic slip
But within the realm of our atmosphere
We're 'bout as out of whack as we've ever been in a million years
We watched the Y2K scare in a panic
An' we watched as time proved Nostrodamus wrong
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost Superman, mhm.

Well, the last ten years, look at the hills we've climbed
The best golfer's black, the best rapper's white an' it's about damn time
But we best beware, there's a brand new fight, you see
An' I hate to say we might be our own worst enemy
We watched Oklahoma sifting through the damage
An' we watched a US President get caught
We watched shareholders watch their savings vanish
We all cried when we watched those towers fall
We lost Minnie Pearl, Ron Reagan and Sam I Am
We even lost Superman, mhm.

Expensive gas an' free downloads
The dot-com boom, an' reality shows
What's gonna happen next is anybody's guess
Satellite radio and hybrid cars
Hand-held computers an' a trip to Mars
It's all become a part of who we are
In the last ten years.

In the last ten years
We lost George Harrison,
John Paul and June Carter-Cash
Hell, we even lost Superman
Gonna miss you, Chris...

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Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Class

We took the world as given. Cigarettes
Were 20-several cents a pack, & gas
As much per gallon. Sex came wrapped
in rubber
And veiled in supernatural scruples—
call
Them chivalry…

Psychology was in the mind; abstract
Things grabbed us where we lived; the
only life
Worth living was the private life, and—
last
Worst scandal in this characterisation—
We did not know we were a generation.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

The Chronicles of Riddick

Cast
Vin Diesel .... Riddick
Colm Feore .... Lord Marshal
Thandie Newton .... Dame Vaako
Judi Dench .... Aereon
Karl Urban .... Vaako
Alexa Davalos .... Kyra
Directed and Written by David Twohy



It is a dark time in the universe.
Planet after planet is falling to an unholy army of Necromongers -- conquering warriors who offer ravaged worlds a simple choice -- convert or die.
Those who refuse their rule hope in vain for someone or something that will slow the spread of Necromongers. But rebels are short-lived and saviours, are in short supply.
When things get bad, weary survivors turn to myths for comfort -- murmured prophecies, vain hopes, legends of good vanquishing evil.
But good isn’t always the antidote to evil and legends can be wrong.
Sometimes the only way to stop evil is not with good -- but with another kind of evil.
So an unlikely figure is summoned from exile and asked to join the fight: Riddick, who couldn’t care less who’s in charge of the universe, just as long as he’s left alone.
To him, it’s all the same, apocalypse or no -- this one-man army is interested only in saving his own life.
Get in his way and he’ll gladly take yours.
But something has been set in motion, and the coming confrontation propels him into a series of epic, winner-take-all battles: from an idyllic, multi-cultural civilization under siege; to the baroque Necro mothership and the seat of power in their black empire -- the Basilica.
In the final battle, it is foretold that the fate of all may depend upon the destiny of one Furyan.
And all the power in the universe cannot stop destiny.


Review: The Chronicles of Riddick

Writer/director David Twohy has been granted a key to unlock his imagination to the fullest extent imaginable with this risky sci-fi epic. Necromongers, Furians, Elementals, oh my! The Pitch Black sequel has an array of cast and characters that bring colour, cacophony and chaos to the screen. The explosive story plays out amidst an array of civilizations, including the light-infused Helion Prime, the scorching Crematoria, the icy wilderness of Planet U.V. 6. With specially designed space vehicles, weaponry, technology and gadgetry, The Chronicles of Riddick fills the screen with a newly discovered universe.
What appeals most about this film is Richard B. Riddick(Vin Diesel), its anti-hero. As he Diesel himself states, “He’s the quintessential anti-hero. It takes 45 minutes in the movie just for Riddick to understand the word heroism, let alone for anyone to hope he can be heroic. That’s cool. That’s real. You can invest in this guy’s spiritual growth. He’s a guy that embraces that indifference and doesn’t care what anybody thinks about it, who wants to be left alone. He’s a guy that thinks that anything that happens with the universe has nothing to do with him and he doesn’t care. That’s kind of cool!” the most exotic and stunning part of this anti-hero are his eyes and hence his ability to see in the dark. Pitch Black explains why and how Riddick came to posses such eyes and ability.
The supporting cast give feel and body to the movie. Alexa Davalos returns in the sequel as Kyra; a young woman whose toughness and deadliness almost matches Riddick’s. Thandie Newton as Dame Vaako is the carnal, stunning and ambitious partner of a Necromonger commander, Vaako. Karl Urban plays Vaako, the young Necro commander whose loyalty to his leader, Lord Marshal, is sorely tested by his fiercely ambitious wife. Colm Feore as the sixth Lord Marshal is the Necro supreme leader, the highest, holiest and deadliest of all known Necromongers. Linus Roache as The Purifier is a high-ranking figure among the Necros in charge of converting the ranks of the newly-captured. Keith David (reprising his role from Pitch Black) as Imam, is a cleric familiar with Riddick from their previous experiences in the Taurus system. The holy man’s goodness and compassion are rare commodities in Riddick’s universe. Yorick van Wageningen as The Guv acts as the informal leader of the inmates housed in one of the universe’s worst prisons -- the Slam on the planet Crematoria. Nick Chinlund as Toombs, a veteran and formidable mercenary is intent on capturing Riddick.
And one of the world’s most distinguished performers, Academy Award winner Judi Dench as Aereon, is the mysterious ambassador from a rarefied race - The Elementals, the race that calculates the odds in the universe. Her role in the proceedings remains as elusive as her amorphous shape.
As we are all human, these actors have their faults. Karl Urban as Vaako, sometimes seems confused and even slow. Nick who plays Toombs is a very unsure actor, like he doesn’t know what he is doing there. Yorick van Wageningen has a mediocre role in an important scene.
This story builds up from the start, but tends to slacken quite a few times. Yet it eventually settles down in adventure mode. What stunned me the most about this movie is that it draws plenty of parallels with the real world. Right from the fulfilling of prophecy that a Furore will one day kill the Lord Marshal and how he sets about killing the entire Furyan race, right up to the Necromongers enforcing their religion on everyone, parallels abound. It seems to speak of Jesus, even though here his character is an anti-hero, though that too depends on ones definition of a hero. The enforcing of religion reminds one of first, Bush making mandatory his kind of democracy on every other nation as he conquers them and then of Hitler and the formation of a pure race. The elementals, which come and go with the wind and on a breeze, very much bring to mind various characters like muses, oracles and women with a penchant for the mysterious.
This film tackles issues like how every one of us has two sides and there is always evil and good within, it depends on us which to let conquer. The Necromongers adorn everything from their helmets to the streets of the worlds they conquer with images of their three-faced god (i.e. Father, Son and Holy Spirit), and they revere statuettes of a mysterious tortured figure with outstretched arms. Though they attempt to show respect to their god by adding a visual element to their worship, they seem more devoted to the image and not what that image represents. It portrays the different faces of evil, and how each wages a war in order to emerge victorious.
In the film, the Necromongers live by the motto "Obedience without question, loyalty till Underverse comes." One follower explains to his wife that the cult leader's fear equals weakness, thus justifying an assassination attempt as a means to "protect the faith". This is so true of what happens due to fanaticism and warped interpretations of various religions. It is true that embodying faith does not justify the discarding of love.
While the theology, spirituality and reality parallels of this film is far from completely realized, the fact that a highly commercial movie like this even attempts to introduce such topics is to be applauded.
There is something for everyone in this tale, even though it might come in bits and pieces. For all Geography lovers the entire concept of the planet called Crematoria in the Igneous Galaxy is brilliant. The whole idea behind a planet that has a temperature of nearly minus 0 degrees centigrade by evening and 700 degrees when the sun rises, fuels your imagination ten fold. The most striking sequence is where Riddick and the gang must outrun a rising, blazing sun on the fire-laden planet, through snow and sleet. The special effects truly show the rising of the sun and its subsequent scorching of the earth beautifully. The view of the planet from space, with one half covered in ice and the other half slowly catching fire as the sun is rising, enhances the beauty and the action of the scene.
Jargon like ‘Ascension protocol’, ‘Underverse’, ‘Verse’, etc leave the viewer a little lost in the beginning. The terms need more explanation in order to grasp their entire meaning. This film does better than its predecessor Pitch Black. But it still falls short of a particular category in which to place itself. It falls between sci-fi, thriller and action and yet cannot be placed solely in any one category. This is its major pitfall since unlike Bollywood; Hollywood does separate its films into genres. The special effects are a plus point, and a major one at that. Yet only if you really love the aforementioned points of the film will you truly believe it to be a decent, viewable, comprehendible film. Otherwise it falls far down a chasm you wouldn’t go even to get eyes like Riddick’s!


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X3—The Last Stand

Will you sacrifice your individuality on the altar of acceptance?


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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

One

Is it getting better?
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now?
You got someone to blame
You say

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus?
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One
One


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