Thursday, August 19, 2010

Thoughtful Thurdays: An anthem for Peace?

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

I'm sure most of us remember these lyrics fondly, as well as the man who penned them - John Lennon. This one little song was powerful enough to act as the anthem of anti-war movements. And why wouldn't it be? It was written by a man who was almost deported for his criticism of the Vietnam war, by an administration (Read: Nixon, Watergate) already mired in corruption. 

Although the idea of a Utopian world comes with its own set of strong critics & criticisms, it is not without merit. We all want to live in a world where peace reigns supreme, men & women of every class, caste or race are equal, & the world worst problem is boredom. And although I sound sarcastic, I am one of those who longs for exactly that. What we need to understand is our current world emerged out of someone else's dream for a better world, a little more than half a century ago. That person was Adolf Hitler & the world we live in is still suffering from the after effects of his ultimate dream of the perfect world. So, who's to decide what "perfect" involves? Do we really want to give 1 person or 1 organization the power to decide the future of 6 billion others? All I can say is treat 'Imagine' the way it was supposed to be treated - as a moving song of hope full of pretty, inspirational words, produced primarily for commercial purposes. Let's not treat it as the anthem of the fight for peace. 

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Since I'm pretty much lost without organization or giving my mind a specific direction, I can't seem to figure out what to blog about. I mean EVERYTHING interests me & bores me equally (even I can admit there's such a thing as too much chocolate). So, what I've figured out is my posts can be thematic. 

Now, I know that sounds boring or like way too much trouble but, trust me when I say, this was at least my posts will follow one particular angle & won't be all over the place. So, here's my proposed list:-

MAD Mondays - about nutty people & situations throughout history, from all over the world

TERRIFYING Tuesdays - about ghost stories, books & movies in the horror/thriller genre

WICKED Wednesdays - about naughty little movies, books & deeds

THOUGHTFUL Thursdays - about things that made the world sit up & think

FREAKY Fridays - about the abnormal & freakish

SINFUL Saturdays - about the world cuisine & everything about food

SOLITARY Sundays - about things to do on your day off i.e. DIY projects, events, books, movies, anime etc.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Don't Know What This Is

The pain is like an anchor tied around my neck, weighing me down, dragging me to the bottom of the ocean, where I shall lie rotting for all of eternity. Some days I feel like the Gods are looking down on me, all laughing at the little jokes they play on me, watching me squirm in the cesspool that is my life. I feel like the discarded old rag doll, with one button eye missing and patches for a dress, and a clump of unruly orange hair just like the hair clowns have, the ones who live to amuse. Is that my purpose, my calling? To please others and leave my own happiness to the care of dogs and demons?

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I see RED!! I want to Kill, Maim! But that screechy little hag inside me won't shut up, won't let me have my way. I'd scream but my voice died a long time ago with my spirit. All I have left is the abyss. I could never let anyone know what scars my being, my very soul, for fear of them plucking and picking away at whatever life I have left until there is nothing left except for me, naked to the scrutiny of the world, paraded up and down in front of eyes that would rather watch me scatter away into nothingness, rather than hold out their hands to me - with venom hidden just behind a veil of sympathy.

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A Little Bit of Randomness

I'm sure we've all had days when we spout absolute randomness...this was one of mine.

I saw a feather on the ground. I wanted to pick it up but held back. I love birds, when they’re not smelly and messy, but when they’re big and powerful, and beautiful.  I knew this feather was an Eagle’s. And I simply adore those gorgeous birds. But, for some weird reason, I felt a bit of trepidation... like the bird would swoop down on me, from its lofty perch, and take a finger off for holding something that belonged to it. So, yellow-belly that I am, I didn’t pick it up; I let that chance slip away from me. An unworthy picked it up. Although, I’m probably only being snide; she must be worthy in her own special way. Only, I don’t see how. I'd probably never get an opportunity like that again and, I guess, for some inexplicable reason, I held her accountable for my hesitation.

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I was thinking about that feather today, feeling a little lost. I space out; I can’t see what’s right in front of me, or feel anything at all of what surrounds me. I can only relive that moment. And I think to myself, ‘How wonderful it would be to be born an Eagle, master of the skies; the wind, my closest and dearest friend!’ And then I come back into myself and can’t help but feel like I’ve lost that moment again. Only this time, it’s so much worse, I feel like crying. (image source:

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