Wednesday, May 9, 2012
I've been there. Not going back
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I’ve had an apostrophe
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Spidey Quotes: Because I can
Ben Parker: You know I understand. But I thought you'd learned the meaning of responsibility.
Peter Parker: [sigh] You don't know how it feels.
Ben Parker: Peter, all the times we've talked of honesty, fairness, justice, out of those times I counted on you to have the courage to take those dreams out into the world.
Peter Parker: I can't live your dreams anymore. I want a life of my own.
Ben Parker: You've been given a gift, Peter. With great power, comes great responsibility.
[pauses and holds out hand]
Ben Parker: Take my hand, son.
Peter Parker: [pause] No, Uncle Ben. I'm just Peter Parker. I'm Spider-Man... no more. No more.
[to himself]
Peter Parker: No more.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0316654/quotes?qt=qt0330769
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Turns out walking, is not as easy as falling
The Mad Hatter plays with me. Not in a slap-and-tickle kind of play, but like fun play, like kids would. It’s like he’s falling down the rabbit hole right next to me, having the time of his life. It’s exciting, because I never know what can come out of his brain. It’s challenging, because it makes me say and think things I would never dream.
So I came up with this thing. I would do an Online Valentine thing for him, just for fun. I’ve been planning it, since last year, but then life happened. So I’m posting it here, because I went through all the trouble of making it and everything.

I’ve found very few people I could play with. Many of whom I don’t talk to anymore, because life happens. I always wanted to have my prince charming be someone who could play with me.
I heard on 3talk the other day, that there was this study done, and it was found that the same part of the brain that gets stimulated when you take cocaine is the same part of the brain that gets stimulated when you “stalk” someone. So loving someone that doesn’t love you back is like crack?
*Lightning bolt* For the longest time I was an addict. I was hooked and in denial. Blaming destiny, and age, and ethnicity and the mother and socio economic status, for all the reasons, why they didn’t love me back. But in the mean time, I was just on crack. That’s all it was. It had nothing to do with him. It was always about me.
Suddenly, the boy, the clown even the midget made sense. As long as I was up in the clouds, I didn’t have to trip and fall on land.
I was a fan of the concept of “walking into love”. The whole falling thing seemed too tragic and too much effort for nothing in the end. So now there is this person, let’s call him Hulk. Hulk is on land, and he wants to walk with me. Probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Some part of me always wished I would fall in love, so that I would have to think about the 101 things that can go wrong or that is wrong already. My intelligence knows that anything of value can only be made by walking and not falling. But my heart, cannot stand that the reality may not end in happily ever after.
Reality my new friend, welcome. I hope you enjoy your time here. Because I’m not enjoying it. It’s easy to say, I want someone who has the same chemistry as Mad Hatter. But then Reality tells me that Mad Hatter is a lot of work. Ordering food will become an adventure. When all you really want, is to sit, order food, eat, and walk out.
I realised one day then when I sit and talk to Hulk the conversation is not mind blowing. He is not down the rabbit hole with me. He is not making me feel like I’m flying. We are not contemplating the stars. All we are doing is just have a normal conversation. It occurred to me while talking about the most mundane thing, that I’ve had so much more interesting, fun, mind blowing ‘play dates’ than this. But I didn’t want to get up and walk out. I didn’t want him to change the topic of conversation. I was more than content just walking. Not running. Not flying. Just walking.
I finally know what superman was talking about. “It is different when they like you back”. It’s scarier. But that’s what happens when you wait so long. It might not be anything or it might be everything. But at least its real.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Slow music does not a good movie make
There are two types of movies in this world. Those made for the pleasure of movie watchers. And those made for movie makers. Don’t believe me? Twilight #nuffsaid.
Hugo, is made for movie makers. That’s why it’s up for an Oscar. The cinematography was so pretty, clean yet cartoony. In terms of acting everyone was brilliant! Really from that guy that looks like the guy who plays professor X. Not young professor X, old professor X. I’m just joking, I know his name, Ben Kingsley. (Okay I googel’d just to make sure).
Where was I? Oh yes, the acting. Sasha (what what), you know Ali G, he was amazing. He created the perfect blend of serious, comedy, romance and tragedy in his performance. It was beautiful. And the children as well, they were really...believable.
But there was something lacking...something that I think is the most important part of any movie, the Story line. It’s a really mediocre story. The question I asked when I left the cinema was so what? It ended very nicely, but still.....so what? It had no meaning to me.
Movie makers on the other hand love it. Why is that? Because it’s a movie about movie? Imagination? Family? I don’t know. I just don’t get it.
Friday, February 17, 2012
My Argument for Socialism
I miss my house. I use to live in house with a nice garden. In the mornings I would take the old bread and rice and throw in the garden for the birds to eat.
One day I realised that by the afternoon all the rice/bread was finished. The birds were actually eating the food in one day.
So the next day I threw the pieces of old bread and watched from my kitchen window as the birds ate it. The smaller birds (they look like robins) came first pecking away at the big pieces of bread, tearing at the bread to break it up. Then bigger birds (they looked like crows) came and scared away the smaller birds and started eating the bread.
Not two minutes later, even bigger birds (pigeons) came along and scared them away and started eating the bread.
The Robins in the mean time found smaller crumbs and were pecking at them, the Crows did the same, but the Pigeons were having fun with the big slice of bread that was halfway torn apart by the other birds. They ate until they had their fill then flew away, leaving the Crows to eat the scraps, once the Crows were full they too flew away.
The Robins, who were the first to come, were the last to leave, having to fight harder for their food than the others, but having nothing more than crumbs.
The most important thing to note here, that as animals, they eat to their fill, take some to their babies, and that is it. They don’t store food the way humans store money.
The next day, I squashed up the bread and rice and then scattered it over the garden, making sure that it was not clumped in one place. I waited and watched as the Robins came and started eating, the Crows came, scared the Robins but the Robins just flew to the next food source. And when the Pigeons came they didn’t even scare the other two away, because there was enough food. They were all in their different section of the garden, eating their food and then left. No fighting, no issues, if the birds wanted more food, all they had to do was fly to a different section of the garden.
If wealth is distributed, everyone gets to eat. And those who want a surplus, has to work harder to get it. Which is not very different to the way things are now, because if you want money you have to work hard for it. The only difference is that that Pigeons (fat cats, very rich people, and industries) can’t take advantage of Robins because they have to work just as hard as any other bird.
People can learn from this.
The End.