Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Hold You...
In today's fast pacing world, sometimes, all you need is someone to hold you, for 10 minutes straight, without any shenanigans, without asking, without moving, without speaking, without .... just hold you straight for 10 min...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Secret Affairs
I came across a thought (read the end of this post) and realized how true it is. Most of us get kicks out of 'secretive' and rebellious relationships. Whether they are love-affairs, or they are matters against the will of your parents, or whether you're cheating on your partner. The thrill comes from the secrecy and the rebellion. A fact, this definitely is, but a bold one indeed. Very few of us would acknowledge that secrecy in love brings more pleasure than the love being known to others.
The theme track of the movie 'The Piano' is called 'The heart asks the pleasure first'. Come to think of it, this is true. It is difficult to define Pleasure. Most of us don't even know what a pleasurable experience is. Feelings that may seem like pleasure on the surface may just be superficial. But there are also feelings camouflaged in the garb of pain, anguish, rage and solace, which turn out to be the most pleasurable. The longing to meet a secret lover, the temptation to break the secrecy and many other emotions are painful at first, but there in lies the sweet pleasure. For if there was no pleasure in this, why would we commit it. A love with forbidden colors has a different tune to it than the one which is known and accepted by all. There are those who crave to be in such relationships of secrecy, but would never admit to it. And then there are those, who are notorious for such affairs. And there are also those, who are reading this blog right now, who can deceive you with their innocence and chirpiness, and who are slyly smiling reminiscing their recent most secret affair...
Today's line:
"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret."
- Aphra Behn (Writer and Dramatist)
The theme track of the movie 'The Piano' is called 'The heart asks the pleasure first'. Come to think of it, this is true. It is difficult to define Pleasure. Most of us don't even know what a pleasurable experience is. Feelings that may seem like pleasure on the surface may just be superficial. But there are also feelings camouflaged in the garb of pain, anguish, rage and solace, which turn out to be the most pleasurable. The longing to meet a secret lover, the temptation to break the secrecy and many other emotions are painful at first, but there in lies the sweet pleasure. For if there was no pleasure in this, why would we commit it. A love with forbidden colors has a different tune to it than the one which is known and accepted by all. There are those who crave to be in such relationships of secrecy, but would never admit to it. And then there are those, who are notorious for such affairs. And there are also those, who are reading this blog right now, who can deceive you with their innocence and chirpiness, and who are slyly smiling reminiscing their recent most secret affair...
Today's line:
"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret."
- Aphra Behn (Writer and Dramatist)
Happy Singles Awareness Day!
So today is a special occasion for me to write. Being one of the most awaited days of the season - the V-day, I thought, why not pen down my thoughts here. Its a day for couples to celebrate, and a day for the singles to mourn. There is nothing wrong with being Single, or being in a couple, but days like these make you realize the difference. Kudos to all those who are single, for you will not have to spend a single penny on buying a useless over-expensive gift for your partner. Do we really need an over-commercialized and heavily marketed day such as this one to enjoy being a couple? My friend just told how even the poshest of restaurants here have time-slots for couples, since they are so busy. An excited couple spends hundreds of dollars to dress up for the occasion and go to a classy restaurant to spend some quality time with each other, only to be told that they can be dining and having fun during the 6-8pm slot, and that they will have to leave soon since more couples are in queue. Seriously? Do we need to spend so much money in order to get those quality moments with our loved ones. Moreover, these marketing gimmicks create a pressure on those who do not want to spend all their time and money on one single day. I have friends who belong to both schools of thoughts - those who want to celebrate V-day and those who don't consider it to be such a big deal. Of course, I belong to the latter.
As for the singles, you can mourn, or you can be happy and take pride in the fact that you have to spend nothing on buying gifts on this expensive day.
A stupid thought:
Look at it this way, if there were 365/366 parallel universes, and they all had a Valentine's Day, there is a high chance that every single day for us here, is a V-day in some other parallel universe. So whether you're a couple or single, go out there and enjoy yourself..not just today but everyday. Don't just celebrate one day. Enjoy yourself as if there is no tomorrow!
Today's line:
"Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl."
- Stephen Leacock
As for the singles, you can mourn, or you can be happy and take pride in the fact that you have to spend nothing on buying gifts on this expensive day.
A stupid thought:
Look at it this way, if there were 365/366 parallel universes, and they all had a Valentine's Day, there is a high chance that every single day for us here, is a V-day in some other parallel universe. So whether you're a couple or single, go out there and enjoy yourself..not just today but everyday. Don't just celebrate one day. Enjoy yourself as if there is no tomorrow!
Today's line:
"Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl."
- Stephen Leacock
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Skating /Slipping on a thin sheet of ice
So today was technically my 6th time skating in the last 4.5 years. Most certainly it was not the best, but there was little improvement from the previous time. Its funny how skating feels like you're learning to walk again. Except for, this activity seems a lot harder. I realized how much balance is needed, moreover, one should not be scared of falling. It needs some focus as well, focus that I am lacking these days because of some stupid crush/obsession that I am not ready to let go off yet. It is stupid because there is no future to it, and I very well know that. And it is a crush/obsession because in no time did my liking for someone turn into a all-day-and-night you-are-in-my-thoughts process.
The ice was smoother on Saturday, because it was a different patch of the rink. A patch that had been looked after properly and used less compared to the entire canal where we went today. The canal on the other hand, is put through rough use by hundreds of skaters everyday. Every morning it is washed, shaped and smoothened by the city officials. Every morning it looks like a fresh flower that has just sprung out to spend the whole day outside. And then people come and skate over it throughout the day, only to leave it more bruised, cut-up, sliced-at-different-parts at night. We could see and feel those cracks in the rink today. And they were most unpleasant...both for the skaters i.e., us and the rink. Anyways, I think I am beginning to enjoy this activity of skating and I hope to become better.
On the side note, about my latest debacle i.e., crush/obsession. I call it a debacle because I sense another unnecessary heart break in the near future. And yet, I am falling into it, deeper and deeper, with the hopes that I will pull myself out of it. Every night I sleep with the hope of reciprocation, and every morning I wake up with a reality check of the farce that I am living in. I wish every single day to have a confrontation with him sometime soon. I want to know what is in his head. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad for me, but I sincerely pray everyday that I know his thoughts sooner, before this drives me crazier. But then somewhere I am also enjoying playing this game with myself. On one hand, I tell myself not to like him because I know for sure he does not like me. I tell myself to put myself out of this misery that I am sinking into. But then, I still hope for something good to come out of this. I still don't stop thinking about him, fabricating conversations with him, conversations that never happened and never will happen. I dread liking him every single day because I know it will hurt me the most in the end, and yet I only like him more day by day. It is such a thin sheet of ice that I am trying to skate on, but rather than skating smoothly I am slipping away.
Today's line:
"... Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall ... "
- Song: For You I Will by Terry Geiger
The ice was smoother on Saturday, because it was a different patch of the rink. A patch that had been looked after properly and used less compared to the entire canal where we went today. The canal on the other hand, is put through rough use by hundreds of skaters everyday. Every morning it is washed, shaped and smoothened by the city officials. Every morning it looks like a fresh flower that has just sprung out to spend the whole day outside. And then people come and skate over it throughout the day, only to leave it more bruised, cut-up, sliced-at-different-parts at night. We could see and feel those cracks in the rink today. And they were most unpleasant...both for the skaters i.e., us and the rink. Anyways, I think I am beginning to enjoy this activity of skating and I hope to become better.
On the side note, about my latest debacle i.e., crush/obsession. I call it a debacle because I sense another unnecessary heart break in the near future. And yet, I am falling into it, deeper and deeper, with the hopes that I will pull myself out of it. Every night I sleep with the hope of reciprocation, and every morning I wake up with a reality check of the farce that I am living in. I wish every single day to have a confrontation with him sometime soon. I want to know what is in his head. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad for me, but I sincerely pray everyday that I know his thoughts sooner, before this drives me crazier. But then somewhere I am also enjoying playing this game with myself. On one hand, I tell myself not to like him because I know for sure he does not like me. I tell myself to put myself out of this misery that I am sinking into. But then, I still hope for something good to come out of this. I still don't stop thinking about him, fabricating conversations with him, conversations that never happened and never will happen. I dread liking him every single day because I know it will hurt me the most in the end, and yet I only like him more day by day. It is such a thin sheet of ice that I am trying to skate on, but rather than skating smoothly I am slipping away.
Today's line:
"... Do I seem familiar, I've crossed you in hallways
a thousand times, no more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall ... "
- Song: For You I Will by Terry Geiger
My First Post
There is a very high chance that no one will even read this blog, at least not anyone I know. In any case I don't plan to publicize about the blog in my friend circle. Not for now.
I'd like to keep myself anonymous. Not like a secret identity or an alter ego, because this is still me, just with an alias - DOT. As my description says, this blog is Dot's camouflage.
Whoever is reading my post, welcome to it. I will try to use minimal smileys and msn language in the blog, since I personally hate it yet I have not been able to practice what I preach i.e., I have not been able to not use msn language and weird emoticon symbols elsewhere so far. Thought I might start from here.
In terms of describing myself, I'd rather not. I don't know myself completely and I also do not like binding attitudes and characters with words like 'trustworthy, honesty, likeable, blunt, pragmatist' et cetera. As and when I write posts on this blog, you will get to know some part of me and some part of my life.
I really don't know why I have this sudden urge of writing a blog. May be after seeing one of my friends do it, I am tempted to. The matter of fact is, I have always written things in a diary, and never really felt the need to put up my thoughts on something as public as the Internet. But oh well, I told myself 'Why Not?' The blog will not contain anything too personal. But it might contain my thoughts and their consequences, all translated into harmless words.
I'd like to keep myself anonymous. Not like a secret identity or an alter ego, because this is still me, just with an alias - DOT. As my description says, this blog is Dot's camouflage.
Whoever is reading my post, welcome to it. I will try to use minimal smileys and msn language in the blog, since I personally hate it yet I have not been able to practice what I preach i.e., I have not been able to not use msn language and weird emoticon symbols elsewhere so far. Thought I might start from here.
In terms of describing myself, I'd rather not. I don't know myself completely and I also do not like binding attitudes and characters with words like 'trustworthy, honesty, likeable, blunt, pragmatist' et cetera. As and when I write posts on this blog, you will get to know some part of me and some part of my life.
I really don't know why I have this sudden urge of writing a blog. May be after seeing one of my friends do it, I am tempted to. The matter of fact is, I have always written things in a diary, and never really felt the need to put up my thoughts on something as public as the Internet. But oh well, I told myself 'Why Not?' The blog will not contain anything too personal. But it might contain my thoughts and their consequences, all translated into harmless words.
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