Comfort, my luxury...

Yesterday... out of all things I could have done (ok when i say all - it means this and sleep) I chose to watch Sex and The City 2 (The Movie)... a friend had made me watch the previous movie and not having seen the iconic series, any subtle or not so subtle references were lost on me.... but i don't think I missed much.... It started off as colourful and extravagant as you would think..... fancy apartments, indulgent clothes, privileges galore...... many things happened and these 4 women land in Abu Dhabi..... and at this point it becomes a little difficult for me...... not that up till this point it was easy..... but i managed...... words like luxury and decadence fail to resonate the lifestyle that was portrayed..... amidst all that wealth and exorbitance there was this other sense lurking about..... it was hard not to miss but could easily have been..... it was this sheer obscenity...... maybe im alone on this one..... its not very often that i cringe when i see something that doesn't involve merciless hacking...... but this was one of them...... maybe its because i somewhere believe in balance that such excess was as repulsive as poverty........ it showed you the side of the world created by money..... the side of the world many would kill for..... but i forever more, hope to remain an alien to this side......... for its the simple things in life that bring joy rather than all the diamonds one can buy......... the comfort of being well fed, staying under a good roof and not having to worry too much about a rainy tomorrow is my luxury.....

Where are The Good Old Days?

In an increasingly competitive world, whose demands are not just perfection but its highest degree - i have become lost in oblivion.... not knowing what you want can be a dangerous state.... your helpless and terrified...... its almost like you have nothing..... which in a sense is true..... I always took for granted the time where I didn't have to worry about so many things..... when all that was left to do at the end of the day is finishing your homework or cleaning your room...... but then I was rapt with these dreamy ideas of what being an adult would be like...... how i would be part of a crazy web of endless nights spent wiling away my youth and the wee hours meeting deadlines and earning my bread....

....now when your at that point, it becomes hard to accept that no book or film matched that kind of dramatic fiction..... now it seems like your stuck and good times are but memories...... it seems like I'm craving for those moments in the past that doesn't make me afraid or tired....... when it didn't matter if I couldn't figure something out..... it was ok..... I was just a child...

Just another Tuesday

it probably doesn't come as a great surprise for someone who's read the previous posts, when I say that I'm still clueless...... but i just can't seem to help it.... its almost..... 'Devilish in its innocence' - i don't know how many of you realise who this was originally directed to..... but that's not even half as important as the depth these words carry...... of late..... or rather for the past 2 decades..... i have great joy in reminiscing the pictures and sounds from films.... books..... songs and the biggest spectacle - routine life..... and you come across these very striking phrases or images or feelings that somehow unconsciously register deep in your memory bank......... i particularly remember this scene from a TV show I used to watch as a kid and when i had the chance to see it again a few days ago (that's a good decade later)...... i remembered that time when i was a kid - i remember my house.... the chair i was sitting in..... even that it was dimly lit and sometime in the late afternoon.... and all of these details rush to the surface making it something like my very own Episode of the Madeleine or more suitably - Episode of the Television...... but you must come across such things more often than we think.... like a TV episode..... this wonderful phrase i started off with....... an odd childhood memory...... or even the title of a song..... this one took my fancy the moment i heard it...... called..... Send Me The Pillow That You Dream On...... quite a lovely thing to say...... almost engineered to melt the symbolic human heart to butter...... needless to say, the singer was more than successful..... Now in the presence of such an infinite sphere of such delicate and profound elements.... many that i'm not even close to comprehending..... can you blame me entirely for not wanting to look for something as fearfully restrictive as employment?