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This is what I loved about her when I saw Match Point –

Nola Rice: You’re going to do very well for yourself, unless you blow it.
Christopher “Chris” Wilton: And how am I going to blow it?
Nola Rice: By making a pass at me.
Christopher “Chris” Wilton: So you are aware of your affect on men?
Nola Rice: They think I’d be something very special.
Christopher “Chris” Wilton: And are you?
Nola Rice: No one’s ever asked for their money back.


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Terror And Love


Eradication has seldom yielded any positive effects, further leading only to chaos. The key, ultimately, is being humane, and loving each other despite prejudices. Only that will save us – the civilisation.





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Naked. Graceful. Womanly


Naked, all women are the same. 
It's when they are dressed that they are more attractive.
Graceful. 
Womanly.





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SEX is NOT the ANSWER


I wonder why sometimes people find it arduous to fathom that I can be entirely merry without having to achieve an anchor in the flesh. Although, I pamper myself to sexual encounters, certainly not continually, but when my mind merits such a compulsion, I engineer my innermost contentment and emotional involvements that are almost completely concerned to epistolary exchanges, painting and whatever else that might fancy me as opposed to sexual intimacy, since sex has never provided me, barring the transitory dousing of my carnal fire, anything more.

Clearly, when I severed ties with my girlfriend of four years, I felt nothing. Life marched ahead with renewed vigour. My friends found it rather unusual that I was devoid of ache and sorrow. One of them sat me down one evening and elucidated that I was perhaps feeling exactly what anyone else under similar circumstances would feel, only, that my approach to grieving at the death of my relationship was to murder any palpable connotations I had about it. If my telling her that a thing when lost was lost, and that there was no use crying over it, evoked in her disdain for me, further my endeavour to make her recognise that my principal concern was not with human relationships, or of wanting to rear a family but with the search of deeper coherence and sense, elicited a reaction in her so severe that she accused me of being utterly inhuman. Between all this, I cannot but forget how she stormed out in a huff at not being able to make me adhere to her average sense of what she thought I ought to be feeling when what I was feeling was very much normal to me.

Current wisdom assumes that man is a social being who needs the companionship and affection of other human beings from cradle to grave. It is widely believed that interpersonal relationships of an intimate kind are the chief, if not the only, source of human happiness. And yet, right from the beginning, I have been thought of as peculiar, odd, to be precise, who did not share the pains and pleasures of the average person. I marvelled whether this difference in me implied abnormality? However, when I contemplate the common lot of mortality, I must acknowledge that I have drawn a high prize in the lottery of life since I am endowed with a cheerful temper, a moderate sensibility and a natural disposition to activity than repose. As far as some mischievous appetites and habits go, they sure seem to have been corrected by philosophy or time. Therefore, at the end of the day, I think that not all creative people are notably disturbed, like not all solitary people are unhappy.






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Dare To Be...


To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

~ e.e. cummings, 1955

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English Language


The days of good English are ‘went’.

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I Don't Know. Do You?


We don’t know how or why we choose to love the people the way we do. We just know we have to.





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Battle Of The Sexes


I don’t know why people discrete between sexes? I don’t understand why they speak of the superiority of one sex to the other. Aren’t they making fools of themselves? Why is it hard for people to understand that each has what the other has not; each completes the other. That they are nothing alike and the happiness and perfection of both depend on each asking and receiving from the other what the other can give.





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Play Time!


Long time ago at a party the chat went from one glum discussion to another, illness, crime, failing economy, terrorism, death, the unsafe environment, so on and so forth, when all at once, an elderly man stood up and said, “Play time!”. Of course, everyone thought that he was insane. Too many at the party had forgotten the value of mad impulses. But it is these mad impulses that make one crazily happy. 





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Pablo Neruda


Give me silence,
water,
hope.

Give me struggle,
iron,
volcanoes.

- Pablo Neruda

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Smile



Smiling is infectious,
You can catch it like the flu.
Someone smiled at me today,
And I started smiling too.






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Sammir Dattani

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons, brothers and sisters and we as a family are a strange little band of characters traipsing through life sharing illnesses and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together. But no matter how well we play all the above and unmentioned parts of our life, we also tend to take our family for granted and lightly.

Today, as I was lazily surfing channels I saw the theatrical trailer of Sammir’s latest film Mukhbiir. Seeing him portraying such a complex character with immense ease made me swell with pride. However, what gave me the chills were his eyes. Oh, what ability they had! They could terrorise like a loaded and levelled gun. They could offend like hissing or kicking, or in their assorted mood, by beams of kindness, they could make the heart dance with joy.

Up until yesterday, this was a kid I have seen growing up before me, and now, in an instant, I see that he is all grown up! A fool I was because in always looking at the larger picture of taking care of him, I had forgotten to observe little things in him.

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