Sides of mine
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Is reality an illusion or Illusion a reality?
At some point of time in our lives we are drawn towards illusions. Where we start believing it’s true. And then with a slightest hint we are pulled out of it, abruptly. Seeing no option, feeling like a fool, we get upset. And if WE have created those illusions, then we are wrecked. We cannot take it, that it is an illusion, where we have given all our faith manifesting it is true. With so much of an effort we start believing in it and it shakes us, to wake us up in exactly middle of our dream just to show how fake it is. It does hurt when nothing you could touch to confirm the reality. Nothing you can know other than just a tint of how stupid you become. You can just remember a tiny part of that illusion. And then you are left guessing which part, even if it is smallest, was true.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Pirates of the Caribbean
Now, When I talk of the movie, Pirates of the Caribbean. I must start that I am the biggest fan of this saga. I follow it with all my heart.
The most important is Jack Sparrow… oops!!! I mean Captain Jack Sparrow.
Then my next favorite is Davy Jones, the captain of the ghost ship the “Flying Dutchman”
The song the pirates’ sings is one my favorite too, which goes like:
“Yo ho, yo ho,the pirate life,
The most important is Jack Sparrow… oops!!! I mean Captain Jack Sparrow.
Then my next favorite is Davy Jones, the captain of the ghost ship the “Flying Dutchman”
The song the pirates’ sings is one my favorite too, which goes like:
“Yo ho, yo ho,the pirate life,
The flag o' skull and bones,
A merry hour, a hempen rope,
And hey for Davy Jones.”
Randomly selecting the dialogues, I wud tell you guys few of my favorites:
Davy Jones: Do you feel dead?
Randomly selecting the dialogues, I wud tell you guys few of my favorites:
Davy Jones: Do you feel dead?
Jack Sparrow: You have no idea.
• Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Davy Jones: Ha ha... Lookie here boys. The lost bird.
Davy Jones: Ha ha... Lookie here boys. The lost bird.
A lost bird that never learned to fly.
Jack Sparrow: To my great regret. But, it's never too late to learn!
[Beckett, who doesn't answer, looks confused]
Jack Sparrow: [rather hurt] I'm Captain Jack Sparrow
• Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
Jack Sparrow: You cannot let him near the chest, man, trust me on this.
Jack Sparrow: You cannot let him near the chest, man, trust me on this.
You can mistrust me less than you can mistrust him.
Trust me.
Just a talk...
Today while coming to my office, in the morning, I was getting wet in the rain. I felt very uncomfortable due getting wet. And then, I recalled a dialogue from one of my favorite movies, Pirates of the Caribbean.
Where Davy Jones, the captain of the ghost ship the “Flying Dutchman”, says to one of the commander of East India Trading Company, ‘Are you afraid of getting wet?’ .With his tentacles scaring most of the men, including Jack Sparrow.
Where Davy Jones, the captain of the ghost ship the “Flying Dutchman”, says to one of the commander of East India Trading Company, ‘Are you afraid of getting wet?’ .With his tentacles scaring most of the men, including Jack Sparrow.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The rain creates nostalgia:
The rain creates nostalgia:
This rain is being nostalgic to every body. Something is always connected to rain in every ones life. Whether it’s dancing with some one special in the rain or falling on the road full of foul water. It’s all the highs and lows of our lives which gets reflected when it rains. Depends how we take the rain as. Whether we draw happiness, go out, drench ourselves. Or complain how bad the weather is and keep whining.
But besides all this, the rain has a very high state of making us recall our past, either good or bad. We long for something we don’t know. We wish but the desire is unknown. This rain confuses us, or I can say strays us from our clear vision of the future. We get lost, but what for we don’t even know that.
You must have wondered why in the rainy outside you want to sit inside with a cup of tea in your hand, a slow, melodious music in the background, just you and no one else you need around. Sitting idly, you endlessly watch over the view out of doors.
Now recall and tell to yourself, what you think that time, anything productive or interesting. Nopes, you don’t! Oh, you think rich!!! You are a liar.
No one thinks anything, when it’s raining outside. You are just lost into something; you never can come out of. It’s hard to break the gravity that time.
So my question is why does this happen? Why is the rain so mystical? Why is the rain so wishful? Why does it create nostalgia?
This rain is being nostalgic to every body. Something is always connected to rain in every ones life. Whether it’s dancing with some one special in the rain or falling on the road full of foul water. It’s all the highs and lows of our lives which gets reflected when it rains. Depends how we take the rain as. Whether we draw happiness, go out, drench ourselves. Or complain how bad the weather is and keep whining.
But besides all this, the rain has a very high state of making us recall our past, either good or bad. We long for something we don’t know. We wish but the desire is unknown. This rain confuses us, or I can say strays us from our clear vision of the future. We get lost, but what for we don’t even know that.
You must have wondered why in the rainy outside you want to sit inside with a cup of tea in your hand, a slow, melodious music in the background, just you and no one else you need around. Sitting idly, you endlessly watch over the view out of doors.
Now recall and tell to yourself, what you think that time, anything productive or interesting. Nopes, you don’t! Oh, you think rich!!! You are a liar.
No one thinks anything, when it’s raining outside. You are just lost into something; you never can come out of. It’s hard to break the gravity that time.
So my question is why does this happen? Why is the rain so mystical? Why is the rain so wishful? Why does it create nostalgia?
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