Micro Life continued...

And the list went on. We used to listen to the Beatles all the time and try deciphering the meaning in their lyrics and relate that to our lives. I read Edgar Allan Poe’s collections and was simply amazed by the way he’d handle the reader- getting into too much reality and slowly and consciously drawing them into fancied fantasy. He would bridge the gap between reality and fiction so well that the reader would be mesmerized by it and bedazzled into believing anything he says. I was in fact affected by him so much that my usual language and vocabulary became somewhat novelistic.

Poe, Edgar Allan

Rushdie, Sulman

 

I read a few excerpts from Sulman Rushdi. His way of forming long meaningful, yet hard to understand, sentences in English and his unique-for-him style of connecting many words into one complex word full of hyphens, which when read continuously would give you the sense of knowing English and nothing more, but finally after deciphering the meaning of it, would startle you and make you think of his genius faculty inspired me so much that it got reflected in many of my speeches and sentences (wow, some influence, huh?!)

But Eliza wants something else:

All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Lots of choc'late for me to eat; Lots of coal makin' lots of heat.
Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet, Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still!
I would never budge 'til Spring crept over my window sill.
Someone's head restin' on my knee; Warm and tender as he can be,
Who takes good care of me; Oh wouldn't it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.

Excerpt from My Fair Lady

Henry Higgins wanted Eliza to learn good English. At the same time he hates people woo (who) pronounce English wongly (wrongly) He thinks:

Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters
Condemned by every syllable she utters
By right she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue...
This is what the British population
Calls an elementary education...
It's 'ow' and 'garn' that keep her in her place,
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now, should be antique.
[To Pickering] If you spoke as she does, sir, instead of the way you do,
Why you might be selling flowers too...

Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian, the Greeks are taught their Greek
In France every Frenchman knows his language from 'A' to 'Zed' -
The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
The Hebrews learn it backwards which is absolutely frightening.
Use proper English, you're regarded as a freak.
Oh, why can't the English -
Why can't the English learn to speak?

If I were a Rich Man!

My Journey from FOTR to LOTR!

FOTR

Cast Away

Forrest Gump

My Fair Lady

ET

The Sixth Sense

Bella! Life is beautiful

The Godfather

Father of the Bride

Matrix Reloaded

LOTR

Saving Private Ryan

Saving Private Ryan

If life was as green and Prosperous and Beautiful!

Micro Life

I quote my real life example for this: I was a 90% scorer in my 10th std. (Note that here in India that 10 STD is very crucial for the students and the marks we score here are apparently going to decide our future). My mother wanted me to become a doctor. My Dad wanted me to be an engineer. My grandpa wanted me to join the Police by doing IAS (Indian Administrative Services); my grandma wanted me to earn a lot of money. But me- I always was interested in making movies. Till then, I had watched, say, about 3 movies every day since I was 3 years (that would be 15-years-multiplied-by-three number of movies! Not literally but nearly!) I always wanted to write and direct a movie that would resemble HOLLYWOOD blockbusters. But I never had a chance to do what I wanted. Or did I ever know what I wanted?! Well, I don’t remember what I was thinking then. It’s almost been 10 more years since then. Anyways, I wanted to create a story of my own and live a life of marvel and adventure- making my own rules and feel satisfied. I wanted to do something great, unusual. But it actually began when one of my best friends of my school days came to me and told that he wanted to write a book. And the book he was about to write was supposed to be about true life experiences. The book would picture day to day life and happenings of a typical youngster. The way my friend narrated the theme of his book was very catchy especially for a guy like me whose orientation is towards movies and stories. He had already authored and published a book of poems and was good at it. I felt, “Yeah this is the chance that I should utilize. I should bring out the filmmaker in me and present it to the world.” And for that, I decided to take the aid of stories, write-ups and articles. I and my friend started to write. But I was always shy to show my write-ups to him. “He is a well-seasoned writer. At least he is sure better than me. What if he makes fun of my writing?” I would think and hide whatever I had written. He used to tell me to be less complex and more open in my approach with him. He also suggested a number of novels which could help me in my language and treatment of it. But I always tried hiding the fact that I was not confident about my writing. He started getting frustrated because he felt that I never wrote. He had a goal in his life. He wanted to complete his book within a deadline. And he wanted me to add my experiences to his book. But I have my problems- I would say this to myself and hide all my work.

Time passed and I had somehow managed to stay with my friend without showing him any of my write-ups. I would crack intelligent jokes, speak emotionally, speak about patriotism, speak about politics, responsibility of youth towards progress or matters like teenage love, sex or relationships or worst case give a broad smile to my friend and charm him out from asking about my writings- I would SPEAK anything to avoid showing my write-ups to my friend. I started realizing that this had crossed the limits; that I had become very complex in my relation with him that I had started lying. But my friend had gotten used to my behavior. He started behaving lightly with me. And I became relieved. We started watching a number of classic movies-

Prologue

I have never, I feel, lived in my present. This I say not with cynicism, but with a strong sense of factuality. I have in fact been an observer of my own life- carefully observing the past events of my life and connecting them to the future has always been my way of living. I have in this course seen innumerable situations where I have seen that the past of a man creeps so intimately and undetected into his own future. This is slow. It's so slow that you easily lose track of it. You forget the event that triggered your life to change course into the one that you are currently living. That event of your past leads you to that logical, preplanned, organized, non co-incidental future so accurately that if you succeed in establishing a connection to your past and the future of your past (that is your present), you'll be astonished to find out that the entire design of life is just your doing! But, we must be warned that this is only the first revelation. As you get deeper into the understanding of the flow of events in your life, you reveal to yourself that you are not alone. Not at any point of time! You start seeing and hearing things that others call paranormal, miraculous or even abnormal and then you realize some things that you fear sharing with others. Your deep fear would be that others would feel confused and lost if you revealed what you know and this may result in a loss of their relation with you. They might as well think that you are weird, freaked and cracked. These are not the words that have their origin in a cynical or an ironical heart but are the analytical products of a thinking mind. And understand that these words that I have used are carefully thought and put to ink for they are true and solid occurrences of my life and experience. They have got nothing to do with any religious, institutional, or faith- borne practices or organizations, neither are they the subjects of fictitious thinking. Yes, we write our life out with our own pen without thinking where or to what it might lead to. We do this so often that we simply lose track of our own lives with time and then blame GOD or FATE or LUCK or STARS or STONES or VOODOOS for it.