Special Guest Appearance

I'll make it simple.
In bollywood movie terminology , I'm what they call the 'Special Guest
Appearance' and not the Main Lead.

Remember Kuch Kuch Hota Hain ?

I'm Salman, not Sharuck.

Salman's character has no visible flaws except that no matter how hard
he tries , we the audience knows that he is doomed to fail.We, the
audience in fact, root for him to fail so that we can see Sharuck win
and get his girl.

The Special Guest Appearance is not allowed to get the girl, no matter
how perfect he is. (I'm not implying I'm perfect)

The sole reason for the existence of the Special Guest Appearance is
to draw a sharp contrast between him and the hero and to increase
dramatic tension and so that the heroine realizes the depth of her
love towards the hero.

Similarly I came in your life for a brief period of time,made you
smile for some time, made you realize new things about yourselves and
forget a few worries, gave a bunch of fond memories and then faded
away.
It's what I do best.

I'll gladly fade away, rendered to wisps of past memories and
imaginings long forgotten.

Don't worry too much about my heart.I've superglued it together.Glass
and glue are unlikely allies, but they will have to strive to keep me
alive.

Remember.
In the end the Special Guest Appearance makes his own
reconciliation,swallows hard and accepts defeat like a man.
And fades away.



I'll just fade away
and one fine day you will try
to remember me ,
but will feel an emptiness
that has replaced my presence.

My memories, or their suprising lack
will haunt you.

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I see you trapped in your words

I see you trapped in your words.
far away in other worlds
Your language is your limitation,
but realize, it is an imitation
of reality, and not reality itself.

You hurt from within,you seeth
in anger,your joys hardly
come and go by.
You hate yourself, and the world,
you reject beauty and call yourself
ugly,and you cry

I see you trapped in your words,
Don't you see it too?
Your amber casing trap hardening
your tar pit of horror,smothering
or are you blinded by the mirror,
eyes wide shut to all your errors?

But hear my silent plea,
for I may be trapped too
but blind and unaware
or may not even dare
to open my eyes to the truth

Won't you lend your arm,
extend & reach out
throw me a lifeline,tell me to
Take a deep breath
Calm down and relax,
and learn to be still?

I see you trapped in your words.
And I wish to set you free.
So Won't you save me?
(so that
I can save you too?)

Words can change your DNA
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Science has, in the past, discounted 90% of our DNA as ‘junk DNA’.
It is only until now that MANY scientists have set out to look at what
the rest of our DNA is really about. Before we get into how this ties
into everything already introduced, let’s check out these experiments
that rattled some of Darwin’s monkey cages. Russian scientists seem to
be on the forefront of the revolutionary discoveries of what has been
such a mystery in the past.

Biophysicist and molecular biologist Pjortr Garjajev discovered
that all living chromosomes function exactly in the same way a
holographic computer would. Using laser radiation, he and his
colleagues were able to change the genetic information contained
inside the DNA by modulating the information, or frequencies, inside
the DNA. They also found that there was no code to crack inside the
DNA; the code is already accessible to us because that code is our
very own language. Our DNA is able to react directly to our spoken
words! This is exciting, especially to the field of hypnosis.

... and more!

Language is made up of 26 letters or ‘codes’ that are used to create
words, and then sentences that we understand through communication. If
you don’t understand that, you probably shouldn’t be able to read
this. Our DNA acts just like our language in the way it structures
information inside our bodies. As we learn more about our DNA we learn
that they are not only similar in the fact that they have structure to
them, but are identical in structure. Since our DNA obviously came
before the English language, or any language atthat, it is also
obvious that our DNA has something to do with the way we structure our
languages. This also means that we have at our power the ability to
change our DNA through our language. We have done it all along, not
knowing the ramifications of our actions. This is the placebo effect
on steroids, used consciously; curing cancer would be a walk in the
park.

... and more !

Molecular biology has now uncovered an analogy between DNA and written
human languages. It is more than an
analogy, in fact: in terms of structure, the two are “mathematically
identical.” (In other words, its not analogous to a language—it is a
language).
It is important to understand that we are not reasoning by analogy.
The sequence hypothesis [that the exact order of symbols records the
information] applies directly to the protein and the genetic text as
well as to written language and therefore the treatment is
mathematically identical. (DNA IS A LANGUAGE) (S8int.com, 2006)


Holding a mirror to myself:
When I notice myself using the same old
words to describe things, or when I notice oft repeated patterns,
that's when I know I've fallen in a thinking rut.And to change my mind
, I simply have to change my words (or even language,for that matter,
because transliteration always loses some original flavour that the
language of origin had imparted.Let me put it this way.A translation
can never be same as the original)
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Words can trap you,make you strong,happy or simply miserable.Words can
make you sick or heal you.
Words can make or break you.
Hypnotists and NLP practicioners have known this for a long time now.
Scientists know this only recently.

You are a wordsmith.These words are your tools to shape your reality.

You wield a great power.

So be careful what you write about.It might just come true.

I see you trapped in your words.
And I wish to set you free.




My wish is to be a Cosmic bibliographer.
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Poetry is a far more powerful device than prose.I believe that poetry
is a subtle method of channelling the unconscious mind.
Poetry has a way of communicating even without making the meaning
explicit, sometimes even to the poet.
As I've said before, I don't write poetry.It flows out on its own and
I record whatever I can access.

When I wrote 'I see you trapped in your words', I did not realize what I meant.
Maybe it was a fluke, or maybe my unconscious telling me what
scientists have found out.

Poetry has a was of reaching the unconscious of the reader as well.You
may not consciously understand what it says, but your unconscious
does.Or at least I believe so.


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We are having a baby!

He said they were having a baby.

Actually he said 'we' are having a baby'

How is it that 'we' are having a baby,
while you are here and she's there? I asked.

Your Political Correctness maybe well intentioned but is totally wrong.

(You had a hand in it...this baby making process, but that's all.
Come to think of it, you didn't have your hand in it at all.
It was some other part of your anatomy.)



All over the world, only women are having babies.
We get to wait and watch.


I want you to see something, I said, handing over a pendrive.

He came back a few hours later.

It isn't easy, is it? I asked.

Yeah.
I watched it though.

Giving birth isn't exactly beautiful...
So much blood...
I thought I was watching a sci-fi horror movie.

That old movie with Sigourney Weaver.
Aliens bursting out.
screeching,screaming.

Terrifying.

Yet, I've watched it thrice already.

I thought I couldn't watch,

but

couldn't look away either.

I think I'm supposed to say it was beautiful.

But it felt violent.

So did 'we' have a baby? I asked.

Nah.

I was here.She was there.

Next thing you know , someone will tell you that 'we' are having a period.

(PMS I can understand, but a period?)

Punch him in the face for me, will ya...

Or at least give him a sanitary pad.
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Its all about giving love

People will read you if they love you.

Yes...even checking someone else's blog, reading it,posting comments about (good or bad), is the modern version of love...its about giving love.

This is not  familial or spousal love...or the love that you give to someone you actively take care off.

This love is more like the 2 dollars you spend on some trinket in hopes that some hungry kid in africa is fed if you buy it as advertised.

There is physical distance,a lack of attachment,and yet a sense of comradeship, a sense that we belong somewhere, even though the relationship is amorphous and undefined.

Yes, if nobody reads your blog , it means nobody loves you and you're gonna die all alone. Bwahahaha!

No I'm just joking.

This connectedness we have...It makes us feel like we are global citizens,It expands our vision,and by having a glimpse of different veiwpoints makes us larger than our environment, and what our pasts have made us.

Yes.

We are Global Citizens.

We belong to each other.

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(So much to read, so little time to comment!

I've read all your recent posts...

I would have posted comments if my internet connection was somewhat better...

In fact I did...

Ms J...I partially solved Becky's mystery.

It's a feeling of unworthiness that most men feel when they are in the presence of a superhottie.

You'll never hear a normal dude say that he wants to be in a relationship with a hot girl...He'd rather f$^k her and be done with it.

A relationship is too much for him to even think about.

Which is why , if a woman is a superhottie, most men will leave her alone, or devise elaborate and indirect approach methods that usually fail.

That's one reason men never approached Becky.

Raknax...I'm trying to model my writing after yours...especially the wonderful yet weird visual imagery you so easily throw in.

Mr.Teh, sorry for not writing a single reply...my connection sucks.

I'll not be posting for another 2 months,because all the ports I go to from now on

 will be Hicksville Ports with no civilization around for miles.

But , I still have more to write...and more to read )

Ugly (Duckling) Truths

In reality, the ugly ducklings always remain ugly.

They never turn into a beautiful swans...

But watch out for the mediocre ducklings...

the ones that you ignore

they always slip under all radars to surprise you.

They become swans,eagles and phoenixes.

Angels and Demons

Angels & Demons

Call it fate,destiny or sheer consternation made me want to believe in God again, for what lay ahead seemed insurmountable for a mere mortal such as me.but being on this ship did seem to put the fear of god in me.

The ship had many problems, the first and foremost being that the ship was an old lady who at the age of 27 years had not aged gracefully.

Things were falling apart wherever you looked.

Decay and disintegration was evident at every nook and cranny.

Angels

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One morning when the chief officer inspected a photograph of the rising sun that he had taken a while ago,he discovered that the altostratus clouds that was right above the ship resembled an angel with wings looking at the ship.

A picture taken showed two angels looking at the ship(if you had oodles of imagination, a squinty pair of eyes and a shot of vodka)

The angel wore a bowler hat and resembled Charlie Chaplin (only in a way clouds can ever resemble people)

Promptly the news was spread around the ship that we had a new patron saint that looked upon us at all times and  he had now chosen to reveal himself.

People were elated for many days to come,and in a few more days they forgot all about it.

But the photograph still hangs in the altar, next Holy Mary and Big J.C and Sai Baba.

Now let's talk about death angels.

(lets not)

Ok , let's not.

Demons

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24 coconuts were offered at various parts of the ship to release all the negative energy.

A Bounty chocolate bar (now expired for more than 2 years) and a sealed bottle of traditional japanese saki were kept in the altar in an attempt to appease the gods and get rid of the demons on board.

The bottle was sealed so as to keep the saki out of reach of mortals.

Everyone else was free to have as much as they liked.

The altar was a traditional japanese altar which now housed multidenominational gods -Holy Mary,sai Baba, Holy Ganesha, & esus H Christ (perhaps crucifixion with nails was not enough, so in this altar, he  was taped to his cross with duct tape)

We also had Plastic flowers in the altar...just in case.

One can never know what satisfies the Gods (or for that matter us mortals either)

Lucky charms hung from every door of every cabin.

Smiling Buddhas and coins with holes were scattered throughout the ship for good luck.

Instead of pin ups and centrefolds, posters of Jesus,Mary and other gods adorned the bulkheads of most cabins.

People no longer believed entirely in their own abilities and capabilities.They wanted something more, a supernatural force  to guide them, give them strength and courage when they needed it, and when they no longer had  them in sufficient quantities.

Strangely my cabin had pictures of horses...Big strong muscular horses frozen in prancing poses, looking majestic and awe inspiring.

I think the last guy who lived in my cabin had a horse fetish.

Eww!

And a few Ghosts

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The ship also seems to have its fair share of ghosts.

Oilers would simply refuse to keep engine room watches alone.They were afraid of the japanese.

            Six japanese technicians had died many years ago in the engine room.The oilers as well as most of the ship believed that these spirits roamed around the ship.Sometimes one could hear them trying to talk to you in the midst of the surrounding din of the machinery.Sometimes you saw people walking where no one was supposed to be working.Sometimes you heard footsteps when you thought you were all alone.Doors opened on their own.Chairs tipped over at night.The phone would ring sometimes and no one would answer.

Then there is a boatswain who died of a painful heart attack before medical help arrived.

Then there are those blood curdling wails and low rasping groans that one can hear if he dared to venture out on deck at night.

Then there are the ghosts in the machine - machinery suddenly going berserk or refusing to work.

Once on the bridge, a photograph taken by a seaman revealed a spectre wearing a white boiler suit standing next to the gyro compass.The face was blurred...almost melting into the background.

A technician who had gone to the cargo hold to check some equipment returned unhinged ,said that he heard whispers and groans and soft whooshing sounds of unseen things flying past by him.We had to reassure him and send a bodyguard with him only to discover that all sounds mysteriously disappeared.

It is said that most of us cannot see ghosts.We don't have the sensory acuity required to detect the presence.

But then there are others, far more unfortunate, cursed with the sensitivity of being able to sense these revenants.

But here are a few things to know about seeing ghosts.

You'll never see a ghost in front of you...from what I've gathered, ghosts are mostly felt not seen.And sometimes they are seen from the corner of the eye,only for a brief moment, just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of a blur moving out of your field of vision.Usually ghostly activities are preceded by a sharp drop in temperature...it goes cold around you.Then there is the tingling at the back of your neck - a dull but unmistakable foreboding of danger...and when you start having all these symptoms together, then be sure - a ghost is somewhere near you, probably next to you, reading this very line , along with you.

BOO!

Thus he told the story , as he had, many times before to scare a new hand simply shitless.

To which the newcomer said, somewhat melodramatically...

I fear no ghost mon frere!

Forsooth there is none a bigger ghost than us- at sea!

We are the living dead - torn apart - mind,body and soul across the foamy shores and across the frothy seas.

Our minds and bodies belong to the depths of sea, where we toil and eke out our meagre existence, while our hearts and souls, are at the mercy of our loved ones.

We struggle - neither here nor there never whole in  mind or body.

Is that not what a ghost is ...a soul without a body?

Is that not what the living dead are...a body without a soul?

My brother,my friend - we, the living ghosts are far more dangerous than dead ones.

So I fear no ghost mon frere,for I am nothing but one.

(Apparently , he had taken Drama class in college)

If this was your last day...

'Knowing' was such a gloomy pessimistic movie that I was surprised
that it was a hit.

One can watch hollywood movies happily knowing that, no matter
what-aliens,russians,terrorists,calamities,monsters,evil super
villains or anything insurmountable...at the end of the day , the
americans will save the world. (like they've been doing so far ?)

Remember Independence Day? (the movie, you %#^^@!)

July 4th no longer was the independence day of US of A,
but it became the day of liberation rest of the world ,because a geek
jew and a swashbuckling black dude single handedly (how 2 people be
single handed?) infected the alien computers, and liberated us from
Alien invasion. (were the aliens using windows 95 ?They are so easy to
hack... The aliens would have won if they'd used a Mac !)

God Bless America ! (the hollywood version of it)

Buddy comedies have always relied on clashing
personalities being brought together...black/white,
black/asian,black/jew,Indian/korean,nerd/stud,homo/hetero...but sooner
or later your'e going to run out of the usual combinations and try to
come up with exotic ones like...Black Albino/ Racist who thinks he's
with a white guy or abominable snowman/frigid woman.



That's why 'Knowing' was such a pessimistic movie.
First of all, it shows that advanced aliens are no better than plain
old garden variety humans.
These aliens show bias by chosing only those people who can recieve
their incomprehensible language.
And why only children?
Did you notice that one of the aliens looked like dearly departed
Michael Jackson? (enough with the MJ jokes...let him moon walk in his
grave peacefully)


And if they knew everything fifty years ago (or maybe more), then why
only torment young kids who can receieve but cannot comprehend these
messages?
It would be much more logical to stream these messages directly the
the Nicolas Cage Astrophysicist character than to his hearing impaired
kid.

It forced me to draw a conclusion...

Hey! Aliens are humans too!

Finally I didn't like the movie, because even the hollywood version of
USA was powerless against the climax.(I was retching at the utterly
optimistic and ambiguous anticlimax of the two kids in an alien
planet...it seemed like 'Knowing Pt 2' would be a rehash of the Blue
Lagoon...but in a different planet)

BUt the climax made me think...What would I do if it was my last day,
or everybody's last day on earth?

After five minutes of deep thinking (that's deep enough for any
hypothetical situation),
I've made a list of things to do.

Sleep with a hot girl.(pardon the euphemisms, but there wouldn't be
any r.e.m involved)
Tell that other girl how I've been in love with her for so long,
but some how sleeping with her feels icky.
Go back home - sit with parents,catch hold of my guitar and sing and
talk to them

and

die.


Yup.
That's how shallow I am.



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