Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
A sexy God and a sexy Life
Cant help but admire and be awed by some fellow beings' Courage to inhabit strength during testing times, and to view those times as testing rather than hopeless.. Just about read and re- tweeted a tweet by Lisa Ray( "Are we really like tea bags? Don't know our strength until we're in hot water?...") who, not very long ago, had been diagnosed with Bone Marrow Cancer.. And I remember her so graciously stepping out for one of her films' Premiere at the Toronto Film Festival in just a few days' time.. She had not been slumped by the shock and darkness of the situation and shrunken into a world that then had a locked door between her and the bigger world that she inhabited earlier.
And many of us, I think, do not realise the presence or not, of that valour in us, until we are faced with one such situation which is a stair from the smooth plane of comfortable life.
With every step we climb and with every pocket of strength that's been spent in doing so, we think that That is it;
we cannot climb any more and the last pocket of strength had been spent and the smooth plane shall resurface, only to see another step appearing before us,
only to discover another pocket of strength to aid us doing so,
only to see that we could climb once again,
only to think yet again that we cannot climb any more and the last pocket of strength had by now been definitely spent
and its high time that the smooth plane should resurface.
We keep doing it, only to realise that this process,
though irregular in altitude, is perennial,
and though uneven in time- scale, is consequent.
The beauty of this process I guess, is that its not always compulsory; in fact most of the times, it is voluntary;
Though at times it is a Test, most of the times it is Growth;
Let's passionately lust after life, vigorously make love to it;
Be thrown away by it, only to see it throwing itself upon us more lustfully.
Touch it, only to be hugged back by it;
Kiss it, only to be smooched back by it.
Let life love us, so that it pulls us back to its fold every time we try and run away from it..
Lets thrust ourselves forcefully on it so that it caresses its lips across the ears.. So that it kisses our fingers when we slap across its face;
So that we could cuddle it when it bites the very finger that it kissed..
Life, along with God, is one of the most under- rated Sex symbols in existence that are undeniably, never- endingly lust & love worthy!
Indeed, the both of them are eternally Sexy- though sometimes explicitly, and mostly implicitly
And many of us, I think, do not realise the presence or not, of that valour in us, until we are faced with one such situation which is a stair from the smooth plane of comfortable life.
With every step we climb and with every pocket of strength that's been spent in doing so, we think that That is it;
we cannot climb any more and the last pocket of strength had been spent and the smooth plane shall resurface, only to see another step appearing before us,
only to discover another pocket of strength to aid us doing so,
only to see that we could climb once again,
only to think yet again that we cannot climb any more and the last pocket of strength had by now been definitely spent
and its high time that the smooth plane should resurface.
We keep doing it, only to realise that this process,
though irregular in altitude, is perennial,
and though uneven in time- scale, is consequent.
The beauty of this process I guess, is that its not always compulsory; in fact most of the times, it is voluntary;
Though at times it is a Test, most of the times it is Growth;
Let's passionately lust after life, vigorously make love to it;
Be thrown away by it, only to see it throwing itself upon us more lustfully.
Touch it, only to be hugged back by it;
Kiss it, only to be smooched back by it.
Let life love us, so that it pulls us back to its fold every time we try and run away from it..
Lets thrust ourselves forcefully on it so that it caresses its lips across the ears.. So that it kisses our fingers when we slap across its face;
So that we could cuddle it when it bites the very finger that it kissed..
Life, along with God, is one of the most under- rated Sex symbols in existence that are undeniably, never- endingly lust & love worthy!
Indeed, the both of them are eternally Sexy- though sometimes explicitly, and mostly implicitly
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Watched a documentary on youtube on Marc Jacobs..I have been totally obsessed wid him & his works for sometime now.. Wonder How come its taken me ages to discover this Super-sexy Brain!!! What a Personality, what a life, what courage, what creativity, what a stunning outlook towards Art and Life in general.. All topped by such delightfully arrogant nonchalance..
Things that some people do might seem deceptively spontaneous.. The actions may present a deceptive image that camouflages the underlying thought process of a being who embodies wisdom that could even be sometimes incorrect.. Well there are also times when the only deception ever involved is that of the very mind that is made to think that what it sees is a deceptive crust that hides the deeper layers within, when there are no such layers at all.. A deception that is initiated by a refusal to accept the sudden simplicity that might potentially become associated with and eventually de- construct and destroy the glamorous Complexity that's been delightfully & feverishly built upon by premonitions..
Marc perplexes me at times as which of these he is..
Anna Wintour(Editor- in- chief, Vogue US) says that to her daughter and their friends, Marc is God.. Well if i could borrow a brilliant phrase of Arundhati Roy's that has five words(1. The 2. God 3. of 4. Small 5. Things), Marc truly is one of the many Gods of smaller but stunningly beautiful and strikingly impressive things of absolute pleasure,joy and erotic vigour.. A God who is unbelievably identifiable with the self for a change.. A God who could be admired yet despised, worshipped but doubted upon.. Indeed he is A God who's seemingly treacherous, uncomfortably non- diplomatic, regularly incorrect and thus, so refreshingly imperfect..
Things that some people do might seem deceptively spontaneous.. The actions may present a deceptive image that camouflages the underlying thought process of a being who embodies wisdom that could even be sometimes incorrect.. Well there are also times when the only deception ever involved is that of the very mind that is made to think that what it sees is a deceptive crust that hides the deeper layers within, when there are no such layers at all.. A deception that is initiated by a refusal to accept the sudden simplicity that might potentially become associated with and eventually de- construct and destroy the glamorous Complexity that's been delightfully & feverishly built upon by premonitions..
Marc perplexes me at times as which of these he is..
Anna Wintour(Editor- in- chief, Vogue US) says that to her daughter and their friends, Marc is God.. Well if i could borrow a brilliant phrase of Arundhati Roy's that has five words(1. The 2. God 3. of 4. Small 5. Things), Marc truly is one of the many Gods of smaller but stunningly beautiful and strikingly impressive things of absolute pleasure,joy and erotic vigour.. A God who is unbelievably identifiable with the self for a change.. A God who could be admired yet despised, worshipped but doubted upon.. Indeed he is A God who's seemingly treacherous, uncomfortably non- diplomatic, regularly incorrect and thus, so refreshingly imperfect..
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