Agreed she makes tea for me, feeds with me with good food, gives me all important news of good deals around the town but she also twists my arm, box my ears, strangles me, switches off lights in my room when I am studying, and subjects me to her poetry
madmast hawaayein hain
mausam bhi suhaana hai
bandariya bhi pad rahi hai
kya educational zamaana hai
[I attribute her behavior to her being the youngest most in her family]
Well the question, partly because its spring break.
Rest comes form the videos I have been seeing – the travel videos.
First one – of Matt Harding
The link sent by Kavi (roommate of my previous days, and currently sender of the coolest things around net)
And this the other one; that I chanced upon yesterday, of Molotov Alva put together by filmmaker Douglas Gayeton.
I don’t quite understand this one, what is meant by “Molotov disappeared”. Does he no longer want to be, does he no longer want to be here?
Both these travelers, both “broken free” and both of them wanting to express it.
Here is a video which Molotov supposedly made.
He claims that there is no laughter track in real life, and the advertisers have led us into believing in them (something that believe too).
I am waiting for Molotov’s other videos, the purpose of the present ones are however, still unclear to me. Is he trying to examine his life in Second Life? He quotes Socrates, “An unexamined life is not worth living.” True, no contest, but what is the life that is totally spent in its own examination, is it life at all?
One of his(?) other video mention that some travelers journalize, some blog, some write, yada yada and some tape, and he has taken to taping his life. In Second World? What disturbs me is he is going to spend his entire life taping himself in second world to understand what he is becoming? Has not what become has become? Does not that need prodding?
Let me establish very clearly that I am no Second Life hater or anti-SL. Far from it, I believe that it has potentials for several things. Can it bring a change to way people earn? Yes. Can it bring a change in the way folks socialize? It has already started too.Can it change the way economics of the world? I don’t know and possibly even yes.
Is it worth giving up your real life/first life/straight world life completely. That I am very unsure of.
I know for the certain fact that people can acquire totally different personalities in online world, it is easy to do so, you have the personality you want to have. Messengers, chat rooms, online dating sites allowed all that. But in Second Life, not only you can have a new personality but a new life all together. Molotov is wandering around the whole island with a vestigial organ which is a remnant of his straight world entity, something that he will have to drag with himself, since it was his part and something entirely useless (to him).
The SL version of haunting past? The great escape trick?
It is true that laughter track does not exist in the real world and no one dances like Matt too(esp. when he claims that he is a bad dancer, , he dances better than me anyways). Are we missing the presence of laughter track too much that we escape into SL or do we want to run away from it that we want a refuge in SL?
One traveler clearly had me laughing, and other thinking and bit disturbed.
To each its own…
While I enjoy the actual spring I have been gushing too much around.
The days keep getting more and more beautiful.
The warmth and cool breeze is something to experience after all that snow and cold (that can melt and vaporize your face away – something one would expect the heat to do it but extreme cold can also achieve)
So, the nice day bearing 80F stamp all over it makes it irresistible to be indoors. I duly and obediently took a stroll with a book; I am currently reading, in hand. Now those, who have spent a lot of time with me know I rarely ever leave house without keys/mobile/wallet. And the beauty and happiness all around me inspires me … to shop. I immediately follow my instincts which lead me to Barnes and Nobles. From there, I go off to Borders and finally buy something.
And all this while was not spent only enjoying but also apologizing to Emily Bronte, E.M. Forster and various others authors I have read ( but could not recollect :$ ). I love you and I loved your work, I really did, but pardon me when I thought that you overstretched it while mentioning how winters would make an invalid out of a man. Someone in the family would become sick with undiagnosable, someone would be “white as sheet” and then spring would break and picnic baskets would magically get prepared and small clearing would be found in woods and sheets be spread and so would be the food. The handkerchiefs would drop strategically and so on, and the “white a sheet” person would get the color back and that it would be great joyous family occasion.
I loved all that stuff, don’t get started on the how above written is terrible mish mash but I just could not understand how month of March could be just sooo heaven sent.
I understand now and I apologize.
Some days back someone just mentioned that one of his Turkish (?, not sure now) friend just could not eat cinnamon rolls here or any cookie or dessert which had a hint of cinnamon. In fact, it drove her crazy. Reason, in her culture cinnamon was used extensively for savory foods. And therefore cinnamon in desserts would make her go nuts. I experienced that when I ate a red bean (chili/kidney bean/rajmah/whatever) ice cream. It tastes ok, it is less creamy than an ice cream and yet not like those frozen candies. It tasted perfectly ok, it was an ice cream made of red beans and also had few beans sticking (hidden) inside it. Bonus! Everything was good, but I just could not eat it. I faced a mental block, I could not savor it at all, & it remained uneaten. On the other hand, I really liked the green tea ice cream (Mochis), no mental block there, not at all.
The One that I liked!
The One that I didn’t like!
The red bean ice cream reminded me of a particular incident from “the Magic Faraway tree” by Enid Blyton. This tree is gigantic and magical and it has a magical land on top of it hidden with clouds ( the clouds part is how I envision it). The characters ( Moonface, Tinks, and some children—> my poor poor memory) can climb upto this magic land (but have to be come down the tree before a certain time). Once they get into this land where they can get ice cream of any flavor they want, absolutely any and every flavor that is or is not, is available! One of them does not believe, orders a sardine ice cream and hey presto! gets it.