Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.
Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.
Escapism is a trustworthy companion, a powerful source of joy, an eternal harbinger of freedom, a constant ray of hope. But it soon becomes a habit, a need, a compulsion, an addiction - of a feeling that comes with escaping mediocrity, an unpleasant one. You become a slave of freedom. You too, who has never seen slavery of any kind. You, who always took things for-granted, grow into a prisoner of your own insensitivity. And thus, escapism, however sweet it might be each time, turns you into a monster slowly and steadily, devouring a part of you every time you devour a part of it. Thus, all you are left with is a skeleton gasping for more breath, but all more you do to yourself is suffocate.
God: Hello. So, what would you like to be?
Me: I would like to be a cat. Please and thank you.
God: Oh! But why not a human or maybe a horse or I don’t know a goldfish?
Me: Yeah but I don’t wanna go through all the bullshit or be ridden for long distances till I starve or spend my whole life in a little water tank. I just wanna purr all day. ^_^
God: Hmm.. Well, I am extremely sorry I can make you anything but a cat.
Me: What?? But why??
God: Personal reasons.
Me: Whaaaaaaat!!!! Are you kidding me??? I have been practising as per the brochure rules, as my favourite animal, as a fucking CAT. I like purring all day, avoiding other cats, climbing walls, vanishing into narrow dark lanes….. I have always dreamed of being a cat. What crap! You have to understand.
God: I am really sorry but I just cannot. Can’t you want to be something else? How about a lion, a tiger, a leopard, you know, you’ll still be a cat.
Me: No! I wanna be the normal one, the white furry little one. I don’t wanna be something else. I just cannot be something else.
God: Hmm.. Well..
Me: What well… what is wrong with you? Why did you even give me a choice in the first place? I tried living as other things.. a fox is too stupid, always pretending to be so sly but they simply just don’t know how to talk .. a pigeon but they literally are a buttload of crap.. a whale but nooooooo way … a deer but when i tasted one being a tiger, they are so delicious and so tiger was better but isn’t it tiring to be hunting all the time.. finally nothing was right. Only cat. Being a cat, I was king of the planet yet i never had to rule. I slept and dreamed and was petted all day.
God: Yeah, but…..
Me: but what? I cannot take no for an answer. I will then live a celibate all my life here than be anything else on earth. Isn’t this your whole point? Populate that fucking planet? But you know what? I won’t. I just won’t. I won’t be there and fucking reproduce. I am better off here bodiless than being trapped in something disgusting. You have lost yourself. You are not god anymore. Just a fucking receptionist, an elevator to the most wretched planet you created.
God: Alright, enough.
Me: No, you will listen. You have no idea what I have been going through. What you put souls like us go through. This is all just a funny game to you. A funny stupid little game. Your angels have started whispering. Everybody has lost faith. You are old and a disgrace to yourself. Living by that stupid system of yours. I deny being sent to earth if not as a cat. I deny being your slave. I deny ….
God: You leave me no choice… human.. !
Me: You leave no choice to yourself. You are an asshole. Wait, what?
One day the sun will come out. You might not even notice straight away, it’ll be that faint. And then you’ll catch yourself thinking about something or someone who has no connection with the past, someone who is only yours and you’ll realise that this is where your life is.
I hardly remember the last time I had laughed and cried so much while watching a movie. Brooklyn is a complete one. A beautiful story about an Irish girl who finds herself on crossroads when she has to choose between her past and future.
Eilis Lacey leaves her beloved sister and mother in Enniscorthy, County Wexford in southeast Ireland in hope of a better future in America. She enters Brooklyn with a dream in her heart but soon loses herself in the foreign crowd. Waking up to strange voices overwhelms her and storms of homesickness test her endurance everyday. She writes numerous letters to her sister, both missing each other badly, crying themselves to sleep every night.
After settling in the new life, she meets an Italian guy in an Irish dance and their love story commences. She looks forward to meeting him everyday after her night classes. But what about her return? She has to choose between her new life in America and the old in Ireland when Tim (his boyfriend) declares his love for her. Her hair all tangled, she stands looking at herself, reciprocating at the course her life has taken, in the mirror that has hitherto seen so many similar lives pass by.
Eilis is soon told of her sister’s tragic and untimely death. She breaks and returns to her family briefly, but only after getting married to Tim. In her hometown, she meets her mother, works in a temporary job where her sister used to work and meets a charming fella. The whole town drowns in the talk of the two being a perfect match for each other but Eilis hides both her marriage (from everybody) and the letters she has been receiving from Tim (from herself). Soon the encounter with her mean ex-boss reminds her of the harsh reality of the town, the town that has pulled her down to its level and obscured her capabilities and she gets scared of living her future there. The prospect of returning to the new life she had found in the arms of her love sends adrenaline to her arteries. She stands and slams the door on the lady’s face walking out with the resolve of going back to America, though to her mother’s disappointment.
And the wheel of life moves on, only the faces of characters changed.
Rule out people’s expectations from your life and even your hardest struggles start looking sweet.
Taken from the book Where I Lived And What I Lived For
The lightning struck and shook the dog. The tiny little creature started walking towards me, alone in the dark and in middle of the road, probably seeking love and care. I set my foot towards him as well, unable to stand his helplessness. Just when I was about to reach him, he sat himself and dropped his head. I rubbed his head and gave a massage to his neck. He took it all happily, keeping his head down all the while. But I had to resume my jogging. So I withdrew my help abruptly, stood up and resumed my jog .. without looking back.
As my another round was nearing completion, I expected the dog to be sitting at the same place expecting my return. I needed him as much as he needed me. What can be better than an unconditional flow of love? I turned the corner and felt happy to find him right where I had left him wanting shelter of my love so badly. I paced up merrily, more dancing like the Little Red Riding Hood, to offer him all my love, a rub on his head so satisfying he will remember all his fucking little life.
But he was busy … busy licking his balls. I jogged away, betrayed and broken.