The Disappearing Caravan

…cos I can make things disappea!

Back to blogger! March 19, 2010

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People!,I have moved back to blogger.My vacay at WordPress,for the time being is over.However,I will be back with a self hosted one later.Much later πŸ˜‰
For the time being let’s have a cuppa here…
http://disapearingcaravan.blogspot.com/

Thank you for bearing with me,I assure you I don’t work with the government,and this wasn’t done purposely to bug you πŸ˜› πŸ˜‰

 

Growing up? March 18, 2010

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Is good.

I have decided to see it that way.Not so long ago[Read two weeks] I was pretty bummed about being twenty,but now?

I.AM.PSYCHED.I just realized the good stuff,yaknow?staying up late.longer curfew,hm?I’ll let that slide.

Being twenty means,you’re not the baby anymore,you don’t get ooohed and aaahed over[the eff?I do that to myself ALL the time.Narcissism,much? πŸ˜‰ hmp,you should too,its great for your self esteem I tell ya, πŸ˜‰ ].And that doesn’t bother me.I’m still small enough*in size* to fit into a swing.So thats that.I don’t miss being a child for the time being.Besides,all the good stuff about growing up is getting me antsy in the pansty Β pretty darn excited.

Right now I’m dreaming of…

  1. My own pad!The coolest ever,all gadgetised and sleek.And yes,I MIGHT share it with my best friend.OOOH fun!And the cute signs on the doors when you’re guy is in?EPIC.Would you still want to be 9? hm? HM??
  2. Vodka and coke(yes I do that),Vodka and lime cordial,Vodka and everything.Legal,legal All of it πŸ˜‰ And not just drinking with my dad for peanuts.hmp!And if you are Italian and have Grappa,let’s talk. Β πŸ˜‰
  3. Sex.It’s a part of growing up,right? ;)[Hey:DON’T JUDGE] πŸ˜›

earning my OWN thing.Paying my OWN bills.NO more scrapping off parents.NO MORE!! “SWETA??!! IS this your broadband bill??”, “HOW many new bags do you need??”,”Didn’t you just go out with your friends yesterday??” I’ll take care of it,daddy.Smug.Smooth πŸ˜‰

Besides,there’s my 30 Things till 30 list to look forward to.Hello,new decade!The Caravan?IT’s ROLLING my friend!

Oh,and being almost 20 didn’t stopΒ Rajlakshi from bestowing THREE awards upon me!Watch this space folks,you are going away with some or ALL of them πŸ™‚

Age,ya’ll.Just be 10 at heart πŸ˜‰

Just remember what I said πŸ˜‰

 

Meddling with the mind March 14, 2010

Ring-a ding-a ling!

It’s an established fact that I like the weird.Bollywood certainly isn’t swimming in the type of weird I like,though there’s other kind,with no particular reference or offence meant.
But sometimes,there comes a movie,in our very own Btown that is pretty darn uncharted,has a flavour of newness,weirdness and thus awesomeness.It is an established fact that think-y stuff doesn’t sell in Bollwood and thus films like Golmaal and even OSO for that matter keep the box office madly ringing while Mumbai Meri Jaan and A Wednesday feed on a few spare change.

Karthik Calling Karthik.Hm.I don’t know if the movie is wholly commercial(yes I do read the newspaper,but this has probably just passed me,so enlighten me),or of the 3 Idiots tango team,but it certainly is enjoyable makes for a good movie going/viewing experience.Besides I have a HUGE crush on Farhan Akhtar.

The story revolves around Karthik who happens to be treated like a doormat,and has been taking it lying down for ages-right from his sly-ass landlord to his equally slimy boss.But one phone call changes his life.And that isn’t a lame “God calling” situation.Dig it?

This mysterious caller calls himself Karthik,sounds like Karthik,knows his credit card pin number and even the colour of his underoos socks.And if you have ever have had a heavy dose of Stephen King,Mary Higgins Clark or Sidney Sheldon,it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the poor frog has MPD AKA Multiple personality disorder,in other words something VERY wrong,deep down.

Speaking of Deep down,the first word which comes to your mind?

C’mon?

Yea?

Subconscious?
Bingo!

And the very first NAME that comes to your mind,in relation with subconscious?

Freud,yea?

But,the *unconscious* has occupied a place in the Western World since the 1600s in English and Greek writings,starting from Augustine who lived 1500 years before Freud,and more *recently* Descartes and Saint Aquinas.
Freud divided the mind into three planes to understand the personality of a person..

the conscious: Or the immediate awareness

the preconscious Or the objects that the mind is aware off,but is beyond immediate awareness and can be summoned at will.

and finally the subconsciousthe state of the mind which which carefully masks the deepest desire of the person,and is not even in the reach of the awareness,immediate or otherwise.Dreams,Freud said are an important way of interpreting the subconsciousness desire of the person.Like the poor lamb Walter Mitty,repressed by a bossy wife daydreams and is chided by and laughed at by strangers and acquaintances alike.But in his fantasies,he is the best pilot a squadron could boast to have,the best soldier his fellow officers could ask for,the best lover,the smoothest criminal.(The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber)

This is just in theory though,and I’m a noob…so how the hell am I supposed to work that out?
Hm,so one day I saw a HUGE poster of Satyajit Ray somewhere near Dhakuria Bridge,and and like all things in passing,I promptly forgot about it.Yet,I dreamt of being on a set with Ray.I wonder what that means,hm.Can you give me something of that sort that has happened to you,silly…it happens all the time heh πŸ˜›

Often in case of immense grief,or a horribly bad incident,the mind tries to cushion the senses,and prepares a defense mechanism of its own.These defense mechanisms maybe in the form of alter egos or alternative personalities living within a person,yet out of reach.The alter ego maybe of a different age,or even a different gender or even from a different era.Creepy,no?

And the worst part?You can run from your house,your friends,the hooded stranger who marks your shadows and makes you jump..but,can you run from yourself?Kinda hard,don’t you think?

So folks,who’s on in your mind? πŸ˜‰

Boo!


P.s:Suggest some books on the similar subject I might like,please?Thanks πŸ™‚

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S-T-E-P-H-E-N K-I-N-G spells Unique March 6, 2010

Do you smell Oranges?

Sometimes he is too American for me to relate to him,to realise his analogies and have a hearty laugh.

Sometimes he is just too talkative.

But sometimes,he is just,well readable.To the end.

I finished the Dream catcher with lots of adrenaline rush,and cluthing my bedsheets in sweaty moments of paranoia,and sometimes just spacing out.

Lisey’s Story,let’s just not talk about it.

Cujo.Blah.Blah.

Cell.Um.WEIRD.

The Shining?Shit Scary. I wish I could say that…but not really.Creepy?you bet.

Do you smell oranges?Do you shine?

Say,can you tell me what REDRUM means?

Red RUM? or RED DRUM?Perhaps…MURDER spelled backwards?Usually I don’t read “horror” stories.It just isn’t as effective as the visuals.But I have been trying to crack King for a while now,and The Shining came across as something I’d like to read through the end.Um,correction…I would be ABLE to read through the end.

Besides,I hate dropping books midway.REALLY REALLY hate.

Anyhoo I digrees.

To The Shining then.

With the Opening of the book,we are introduced to the Torrance family consistingΒ  Jack Torrance-the struggling-writer ,his wife Wendy and their son Danny.So yes,Danny has the Shine as he is told by Dick Halloran,chef of the Overlook Hotel where Jack Torrance gets job as the winter caretaker after being fired from the post of a school teacher after a case of student abuse.

“The Shine” as we get to know it,is the ability to communicate by telepathy,getting premonitions,seeing things that aren’t there,and just stuff if you tell others might get you locked in a padded room.LOSING YOUR MARBLES,as Danny is quick to realise.But not quite so.

Danny’s special ability is quick to tell him that moving to The Overlook is the worst decision the Torrance family would ever take,and till the end of the book,we aren’t disappointed.

There are phantom guests drinking phantom martinis,however the party decorations are quite real.So real,so so real that you wonder how come you are not part of the fun.How?

And then you want to be.And this is the part where the Hotel gets to you.You want to murder your wife and son,and prove to the Hotel that you are of managerial timber,a dead grotesque woman who wants to wring your neck doesn’t bother you.And you lie.Lie about the hedge animals that move.Lie that you are seeing things too.Lie that you want a drink,so bad that you could kill.

Hmm.

I need a drink.

Watch the sheets though. Just watch the sheets,will you.

Thanks.

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