conversations with the subconscious!

http://datastore.rediff.com/h5000-w5000/thumb/655B5D6B57656127685C6E726A60/23kfmxzkr9zfyv0m.D.0.Flower_by_mamazmeilor.jpgconversations with the subconscious..


you were so close, yet so far.


i could feel your warm breath on me


within reach still seperated by that small space


which seemed large


i waited desperatly


to see you!


why even i do not know


laws of attraction!


acted strong


not right says the conscious


for me to feel this way about you!


but still i do.


you hang in my subconscious


day n night.


i remember a dream


stuck with you


in a lift


you held me close in a protective way


but the lift was not moving up n down


it swayed sideways…


and it was like dancing


your reassuring smile


as you held me in your embrace…


 


it might sound akward to you


a bit uncomfortable too


i don’t fit the bill


i do not ntend to even


just want to hang in with you around


drink in those moments


your prescence makes me happy


simply put i enjoy your company


 


hope it doen’t sound like a crime.


but am not those clingy types


i respect spaces in relationships


though none defined one exists between us


 


you looked handsome as usual


but something was different today


can’t put my finger on it


whatever it was  i liked


may be the soft look


the rolled sleeves


the bare chest


the tussled hair


felt like caressing


 


see the subconscious mind takes


my thoughts haywire


but i don’t wanna run away from them


i wanna confront them as n when they come


does it sound lusty!..


 well am let myself have the permisssion


to enjoy them as long as they are there


as long as you are there


 


I sound to my self as if a teenager


trying to cope with new feelings


a crush! on you may be?


infatuation?…don’t wanna to spoil it


by naming it..


the moments with you n around you


are spread out sparsely


but you have hanged in my subconscious


since a long time if i consciously recollect


 i was once scared to face it myself


and accept it!


but it did not go away


so i better feel it..rather acknowledge it


the warmth of the remote  touch


still persists


might have been a simple gesture for you


but was a bit too intimate for me


for the kinda person i am


and i deliberately allowed


that touch to stay longer..


the soft n warm feeling filled me


left me dumbstruck for long


it took me quite an effort to come out of it


probably you palpated it too


you got yourself busy


did not come back for a long time


 


but i waited..and i feel i coaxed you


in to coming back


the kind of maturity n sensibility you


show, hope my conversations n confessions


won’t scare you


ending up in to -what the hell!


kinda woman she is….period


 


but i thought sharing it


or probably dilute it with a chord


of humor between us


now don’t try to make me


understand that this is no good


for me to feel this way


 


my intentions sometimes dangerous with you around


but i can take care


n need not tell you the same


you would not need to practice that


with me!..am not your cuppa tea..


the discussion can take an interesting turn


if you preach me right /wrong…


am smiling all the way


imagining how you would react…


run away?


 


 


 

LOVE



love?

what is it?

a wanderlust i
think.

a blinding illusion.

an unquenched thirst.

the more we long for it the less we get.

everyone wants but no one dares.

the purest of emotion is the most difficult to achieve.

everyone wants it unconditional.

Unadulterated…just for me.

it has evolved over with time.

it changes us, but has remained the same as ever.

it gives immense happiness when fulfilled

and shatters us when unfulfilled

teaches us acceptance surrender humility

sharing abandon grace caring giving receiving

the purest form of art ever practised

the deepest stage
of spirituality ever attained.

beyond all treasures is the love shared

it makes people in love do strange things?

the adjectives
attached give it various meanings

but it remains the same

what we see is the various shades of human nature

moulding it in to their respective moulds of relationships

i wonder if we will ever be able to understand

share it and cherish it

just as simple pure love…..


 

RAIN..



A repost…dear friends…could not resist posting……a respite to delhites for the recent long awaited showers ..thanks to you god almighty and thanks to all the dear friends who have always been here for me. Thanks a ton to all you guys..and apologies from me for being so unresponsive…too busy sorting out life!..hope to be around…at least to read so many out there whom i miss..:))


THE RAIN..

Foreplay..

The darkness which suddenly hovered over.

The roaring clouds making love to each other

Brimming with the joy of anticipation

The gusty winds announcing the arrival of the storm yet to come..

The lightening electrifying and catalyzing the long wait..

The love making ….

Finally the long awaited moment came ..

It started slowly in the form of small drizzle

Those shining crystals caressing slowly everything they touched

Leaving imprints of the slow love making ..

And slowly it grew in to a fierce one

Coming as a down pour..

Breaking all the restrains

Flooding everything with the love it had to give

Engulfing everything it came across in its embrace

And its union with the earth was overwhelming..

Completely mgiving and absorbing it self

In the depths of the bosom of the earth

merging within

And the warmth and fragrance of their love making spread everywhere..

Carried afar with the cool breeze

The leaves , the flowers, the birds, the ponds, the rivers, the insects..]

Everyone rejoiced watching the love shared..

The sun shone with its beautiful rays shimmering through the crystals..

The sky rejoicing brimming with happiness.

With the colorful rainbow

stretching across its expanse

Afterplay

The calm the serenity..

Was felt everywhere around long after the love making was over

It was felt within and outside…

I
was watching sitting over the porch

Everything glistened ..sparkled

with the small water droplets

Some stayed still..

Some trickled slowly down the leaflets

Some were absorbed and left the imprints in the form of muddy trails

Those imprints of your love making are still left on my heart

Still felt by my soul

And once again I wish

..u were here with me



copyright..shivani



 

celebration…




Not in to writing for a long long time'and not reading also since a long time, but read something very beautiful today on the net, very lovely thoughts of a very sensitive n warm girl.. which I wanted to share. Have shown a very poor compliance to return back the wishes n replies of the friends who left their foot prints here for me to seen and feel humbled'My sincere apologies,but the mind frame was completely disrupted, taking my own sweet time to get back to a positive life'.:))

What
does it cost to have a celebration?

A winter
evening,

Four friends,
One barsaati,
Four glasses of chai.

Hundred bucks of gas,
A rusty old bike,
And an open road
.

Maggi noodles
A hostel room
4:25 am

Three old friends
Three seperate cities
Three coffee mugs
One Yahoo messenger

Rain on a hot tin roof
Pakoras deep frying
Neighbours dropping in
An impromptu party

You and Mom
A summer night
A bottle of coconut oil
A head massage
Gossipping about absent family
members
.

birthdays,…festivals

gifts

But to celebrate, all you have to spend is….

your
time!





 

Untitled


http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=VJTstnyR6vc

my current favourite….

Dido - Don't Believe in Love Lyrics

A beautiful song sung in a equally lovely voice which sinks in deep n a good face to watch..

I wanna go to bed with arms around me
But wake up on my own
Pretend that I'm still sleeping
Til' you go home

Oh I can't look at you this morning
I should probably have a sign
That says 'Leave right now or quicker'
You've overstayed your time

If I don't believe in love nothing will last
for me
If I don't believe in love nothing is safe for me
When I don't believe in love you're too close to me
And that's why you have to leave

Maybe I slept peaceful on your shoulder
Your arm warm around my side
But it's different now, it's morning
And I can't face your smile

The second that I feel your safe hands
Reaching out for mine
I slip away and out of sight
You've overstayed your time

If I don't believe in love nothing is good for
me
If I don't believe in love nothing will last for me
When I don't believe in love nothing is new for me
Nothing is wrong for me
And nothing is real for me

When I don't believe in love why do you care
for me?

When I don't believe in love nothing is real for me
If I don't believe in love you're getting to close to me
And that's why you have to leave
And that's why you have to leave

If I don't believe in love
If I don't believe in love
If I don't believe in love
Nothing is left for me
If I don't believe in love
You're too good for me………….



 

EPISODES..




EPISODES..


 

Episodes ..


Her head was heavy with pain as she moved
in the bed. Her eyes blinded by the bright day lights as she tried to open them.
A faint recollection of the moments of the recent past came flooding  to her. She felt strange as never before. Everything
had happened  unexpectedly and had a
dream like quality.

Despite her hangover state and a complete
awareness of the realities of her life she had for the first time experienced
something she had always dreamt off. An unplanned surprise!. Yes it was a
surprise, which turned out to be a pleasant one indeed, at least for her.

Sarah rolled on her back wrapped in the
sheets. He had left, but not from her memories. 
His scent still lingered.  His
strength still held her. It was not love she knew. Not the kind the world
talked about. She too did not want to name it. Leaving it incomplete nameless
somehow made it complete in a weird way. As weird  as she herself.

It was an official trip. The whole day
passed attending the work related symposiums and workshops, meeting people,
talks, gaining knowledge and information. 
Finally the end of the day closed with a warm dinner and cocktail where
the trend of talks followed interrupted 
partially  by the cultural bites.

She came back to her room, a silly bit
tired slightly light headed, courtesy the vodka shots and the exotic food. She
went in for a quick shower and changed. Dumping herself on the large spacious
couch clutching the cushions she switched on the television. After aimlessly
flipping the channels she settled on a movie trying to partly concentrate, but
eventually got bored after some time and switched off.

She wasn't feeling sleepy yet so she walked
to the balcony for a view outside. And what she saw was mesmerizing. The
roaring blue black sea glistening n sparkling in the moonlight. Dark and cold
against the warm soft glowing yellow lights of her room and balcony. The breeze
was warm n humid for comfort but She liked it that way.

She sat in the balcony for a long while
watching and listening to the sea, blocking all her thoughts. Lost in her
thoughts she could not even hear someone calling her name. Somehow she felt it,
may be she thought she heard it and looked around. It was him standing in the adjoining
balcony. Nick had been with  her all day
long attending. Yet seeing him at this time 
sent a surge of happiness through her.


'No sleep', he shouted amidst the roar of
the waves. And she nodded with a smile.

Wanna coffee? He further asked and she gestured  back to come over.

The rooms were connected by a common door. And
sooner than she had called him she suddenly became conscious of her appearance.
The wet tousled hairs form the recent shower and her knee length attire. A bit
too revealing for comfort. She quickly grabbed her nightgown  just before she heard a knock on the common central door.


He entered 
with  his usual smile he always
wore and even the momentary gaze made her too self conscious. But she managed
to brush it off quickly. And within no time they were chatting like as if met
after a long time. The comfort level he gave while talking was something she
felt she did not have with most of the men. They had a fair share of friendly
talks on many topics. She loved listening to the college days stories, adventures,
the music, his interesting experiences with women/girls etc,.. His mature
attitude, intelligence and the streak to enjoy life to fullest was attractive.
A heady combo of machosim, straightforwardness and sensitivity from a man was
not a commonly encountered one these days. The way he hid that sensitive part
or that's what she thought made her smile sometimes. And with his instant wits
and acute on the spot sense of humor he made al the tasks at hand appear
effortless.

As usual he started the full of life talks
of the bygone day's events and switching to more informal things over the warm
cup of coffee they had ordered. She could feel the instant change in her mood
as she thought about how she felt back sometime ago.  She could feel the strange sensation surging
through her by his nearness. They were not a strange phenomenon. It had
happened with her many times, she had let it pass and many a times suppressed
it. May be it was not right to feel like that. He was already a committed one.


The next day passed uneventfully and rolled
up with sight seeing. The recreation of the day  was marked by a dance floor and soft music and
not to forget the lavish dinner arrangements 
and cocktails. A perfect way to unwind the hectic day. Plenty of new
professional acquaintances and discussions echoing around. She sat on her table
with her favorite flavor of vanilla vodka amidst the  faint conversations and enjoying the soft
music in the background. Quite a few of them had moved on to the dance floor
and were swaying to the mellow music beats. And in between the numbers more
people were requested to join in.


Sarah felt a small tap at her shoulder and
looked up behind her. Nick  stood there
and raised a brow with a smile, care for a dance?…

Me?, she asked.

Yeah! He said.

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

And in a minute they were on the dance
floor to her surprise. Life was never full of so many before. Despite the level
of comfort they shared the simple touch created an instant raw tension.  But modesty was his another virtue which
helped to keep a tap on the raw nerves. 
As the crowd grew the distance gradually closed  between them. Though she was conscious but
she could not deny to herself the way she 
felt inside surrounded by his strength . Her senses played a havoc with
her. As her gaze settled on his soft ear lobes she had this strong urge to bite
softly. The way she fitted against the strong chest and the strong muscles she
felt surrounding her, made her knees turn to jelly.  She wondered if he even felt an ounce of that
raw tension which was ripping her apart. What the hell was happening with her!
What if he knew what she was thinking. She had only one word for it at the
moment..'lust'!.

This was raising a strong conflict in her. It
was not  right to feel this way. It
seemed he sensed it some how and with a lop sided smile whispered  slowly chill woman ! Relax , am not gonna eat you!.

 She
knew it very well. She was not his types at all, and may be even if she was. And
it all sounded stupid for her to think like that. Damm it man!  she had to go, to break  this. And as soon as the number ended she
excused herself.  The washroom break gave
her space enough to smoothen out the ruffled breathing and she felt a bit
embarrassed, what if he had noticed her reaction.


Being the last, it was a less busier day
than the prior. But the night followed the same pattern except that they strode
on the beach along the waves talking about their myriad experiences of life.
The intermittent brush of his hand with hers made her stomach coil with strange
sensations.

She did not want to go for that official
dinner tonight. So when it was dinner time she suggested to stay back and call for
room service. Strangely enough he too echoed the same, may be the effect of the
sea breeze. A bit melancholic for her at least and she wanted to enjoy that
more. He modestly asked for a fag break. She had gradually started liking the
smell of smoke intermingled with the aftershave , a good  turn on.

Back at the room after the long stroll,
room service was the answer for food.


 The warm brewed coffee which awaited them after
dinner was sipped in silence with a sea view from the balcony as on other days.
Talking slowly in between. Absorbing the beauty of the ambience surrounding
them. The silence was interrupted by the phone ring of  her cell phone. she excused herself and went
in. and he followed after a brief interval as he heard the scream.


Hey? What's the matter?.. and before he
could ask more, he saw her coiled on the carpet with her had pressing upon her
ankle. She had bend her ankle acutely. He slowly removed her hand and inspected
the site which appeared normal at the moment. She smiled through the strain on
her face trying to get up. 'I am okey'! 
sure?, he asked. She nodded a 'yes', but failed in action to support her
nod. She wasn't able to walk and stumbled in her effort. He supported her slowly
slipping an arm around the waist lightly, careful enough to maintain the
required distance. But despite that she could feel the ripple of his muscles,
tightening at the touch.

 He slowly lowered her down on the bed and
lifted her feet for a second inspection. As he straightened  and moved around , shocked at herself  She grabbed his  arm 
and their eyes locked as he halted. But only thing she could utter
was  a low 'thanks' with a faint smile
and he smiled back.

He reached out for the first aid box with
not much help in the medicine department except a light pain killer, he fetched
a crape bandage and wrapped it carefully around her ankle.  As he propped her on the pillows for a
comfortable position,  She could feel the
warmth  exuded by their breaths with the
faces being so close. Her hand instantly lifted to his shoulder for support. She
forced back her urge to touch her hand on his face so close within her reach.
But instead pulled him down and placed a brief kiss on his cheek and stayed
there for a while too long. He did not respond but neither did he push her away.
A tiny little tear trickled down her cheek at the gesture which meant a lot.
And she smiled as she remembered what he had said once referring to one episode
from his memory bank these instances as 'forces of nature'.  And probably he understood them so he did not
pull away. Nothing more nothing less.

He left her after making her comfortable
but left the common door open

The next day as she woke up to get ready
she noticed a mild swell on the ankle. But by virtue of the medication it
allowed her to put her foot down and bear the weight enough to allow her to
walk, though with a slight limp. She walked through the door and saw him
sleeping peacefully. She kept a small note of heartfelt thanks on his bedside
table for giving her some special beautiful moments to cherish and left !….

copyright@shivani..

 



 

Life O' Life!


Life
O' Life!

I wonder why life
treats usSo indifferently
sometimes
No, most of the times
We end up consoling
Ourselfves that it
Teaches us to
Accept and face
adversities
And learn lessons
Was it too much to
ask for?
Was it something so
unaffordable
By you
O life!
If I ask you for
answers to
My why's?
Angered, You'll treat
me
More harshly
No one does that to
you.
Everyone just bows
To whom you are good
Sing your praises
Those wrought down by
your burden
You further throw
them in to the
Well of adversities
Do I think its your
way of teaching
The harder way
Coz there are slow
learners like me
Still I tried to
contradict your gift
With a smile on the
face
Holding back sometimes..
Befriending those tears
the
Most valuable gifts..
The most dearest
friends
When everyone
abandons..
I once again ask you
Asking you for a fulfilling love was so unaffordable?
I look back at myself
in the mirror
At complete loss to
identify with
Myself . a forlorn
look
Lost in the process
of metamorphosing
Into becoming more
smarter
To handle this world
And its more smarter
ways.
Missing the honesty
Innocence of a smile
Empathy, compassion
Everything is
automated
Moving to the
commands
Of someone or the
other
Trying to please
Rather Avoid
hurting .
But O' dear life
Couldn't you see
that?
The venomous and the
rebellious
Cloak which I wear
now
Is what you wanted to
teach me?
You refused to accept
me as a
Naïve emotional fool
Allowing everyone to
take advantage
Of me..that what
everyone tells me..)



 

Memorable quotes….


Memorable quotes for

Waking Life movie (2001)

Man with the Long Hair: They say that dreams
are only real as long as they last. Couldn”t you say the same thing about life?


——————————————————————————–

Speed Levitch: On really romantic evenings
of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.

——————————————————————————–

Quiet Woman at Restaurant: When it was over,
all I could think about was how this entire notion of oneself, what we are, is
just this logical structure, a place to momentarily house all the abstractions.
It was a time to become conscious, to give form and coherence to the mystery,
and I had been a part of that. It was a gift. Life was raging all around me and
every moment was magical. I loved all the people, dealing with all the
contradictory impulses - that”s what I loved the most, connecting with the
people. Looking back, that”s all that really mattered.

——————————————————————————–

Pinball Playing Man: There”s only one
instant, and it”s right now. And it”s eternity.

——————————————————————————–

Pinball Playing Man: I mean, I”m not saying
that you don”t know what you”re talking about, but I don”t know what you”re
talking about.

——————————————————————————–

Boat Car Guy: I feel like my transport
should be an extension of my personality. And this is like my little window to
the world… and every minute”s a different show. I may not understand it. I
may not even necessarily agree with it. But I”ll tell you what I”ve accepted:
just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even key, this is what
I”m saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is
to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. It saves on
introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require explanation - just
occupance. That”s where you guys come in. It”s like you come onto this planet
with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8 pack, you may get the 16 pack but it”s
all in what you do with the crayons - the colors - that you”re given. Don”t
worry about coloring within the lines or coloring outside the lines - I say
color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color all over the page; don”t box
me in! We”re in motion to the ocean. We are not land locked, I”ll tell you
that.

——————————————————————————–

Guy Forsyth: The trick is to combine your
waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams.
Because, if you can do that, you can do anything.

——————————————————————————–

Speed Levitch: Life is a matter of a miracle
that is collected over time by moments flabbergasted to be in each others
presence.

——————————————————————————–

Young Girl Playing Paper Game: Dream is
destiny.

——————————————————————————–

Guy Forsyth: The worst mistake that you can
make is to think you”re alive when really you”re asleep in life”s waiting room.


——————————————————————————–

Speed Levitch: The ongoing WOW is happening
right NOW.


——————————————————————————–

Alex Jones: “You can”t fight city
hall.” “Death and taxes.” “Don”t talk about politics or
religion.” This is all the equivalent of enemy propaganda, rolling across
the picket line. “Lay down, GI! Lay down, GI!”. We saw it all through
the 20th Century. And now on the 21st Century, it”s time to stand up and
realize, that we should NOT allow ourselves to be crammed into this rat maze.
We should not SUBMIT to dehumanization. I don”t know about you, but I”m
concerned with what”s happening in this world. I”m concerned with the
structure. I”m concerned with the systems of control. Those that control my
life, and those that seek to control it EVEN MORE! I want FREEDOM! That”s what
I want, and that”s what YOU should want! It”s up to each and every one of us to
turn loose of just some of the greed, the hatred, the envy, and yes, the
insecurities, because that is the central mode of control, make us feel
pathetic, small, so we”ll willingly give up our sovereignty, our liberty, our
destiny. We have GOT to realize we”re being conditioned on a mass scale. Start
challenging this corporate slave state! The 21st Century”s gonna be a new
century! Not the century of slavery, not the century of lies and issues of no
significance, of classism and statism, and all the rest of the modes of
control… it”s gonna be the age of humankind, standing up for something PURE
and something RIGHT! What a bunch of garbage, liberal, Democratic,
conservative, Republican, it”s all there to control you, two sides of the same
coin! Two management teams, bidding for control of the CEO job of Slavery
Incorporated! The TRUTH is out there in front of you, but they lay out this
buffet of LIES! I”m SICK of it, and I”M NOT GONNA TAKE A BITE OUT OF IT! DO YA
GOT ME? Resistance is NOT futile, we”re gonna win this thing, humankind is too
good, WE”RE NOT A BUNCH OF UNDERACHIEVERS, WE”RE GONNA STAND UP, AND WE”RE
GONNA BE HUMAN BEINGS! WE”RE GONNA GET FIRED UP ABOUT THE REAL THINGS, THE
THINGS THAT MATTER - CREATIVITY, AND THE *DYNAMIC* *HUMAN* *SPIRIT* THAT
REFUSES TO *SUBMIT*! WELL THAT”S IT, that”s all I”ve got to say. It”s in your
court now.

——————————————————————————–

Soap Opera Woman:
Excuse me.

Wiley: Excuse me.

Soap Opera Woman:
Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven”t met, but I don”t want to be an
ant. You know? I mean, it”s like we go through life with our antennas bouncing
off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human
required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for
survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an
efficient, polite manner. “Here”s your change.” “Paper or
plastic?” “Credit or debit?” “You want ketchup with that?”
I don”t want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you
to see me. I don”t want to give that up. I don”t want to be ant, you know?

——————————————————————————–

Alex Jones: We have got to realize that
we”re being conditioned on a mass scale. Start challenging this corporate slave
state.

——————————————————————————–

Man on the Train:
Hey, are you a dreamer?

Wiley: Yeah.

Man on the Train: I
haven”t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for
dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It”s not dead it”s
just that it”s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so
nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I”m trying
to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming
with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest
problems it”s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don”t be bored, this is
absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And
things are just starting

——————————————————————————–

Boat Car Guy: The idea is to remain in a
state of constant departure while always arriving.

——————————————————————————–

Guy Forsyth: Did you ever have a job that
you hated and worked real hard at? A long, hard day of work. Finally you get to
go home, get in bed, close your eyes and immediately you wake up and realize…
that the whole day at work had been a dream. It”s bad enough that you sell your
waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free.

——————————————————————————–

Philosophy Professor: The reason why I
refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical
curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us… I”m
afraid were losing the real virtues of living life passionately in the sense of
taking responsibility for who you are the ability to make something of yourself
and feel good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it were a
philosophy of despair, but I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre, once
interviewed, said he never felt once minute of despair in his life. One thing
that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so
much as a real kind of exuberance, of feeling on top of it, its like your life
is yours to create. Ive read the post modernists with some interest, even
admiration, but when I read them I always have this awful nagging feeling that
something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more you talk about a
person as a social construction or as a confluence of forces or as being
fragmented of marginalised, what you do is you open up a whole new world of
excuses. And when sartre talks about responsibilty, he”s not talking about
something abstract. He”s not taling about the kind of self or souls that
theologians would talk about. Hes talking about you and
me talking, making descisions, doing things, and taking the consequences
.
It might be true that there are six billion people in this world, and counting,
but nevertheless -what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference, first
of all, in material terms, to other people, and it sets an example. In short, I
think the message here is that we shouuld never write ourselves off or see
eachother as a victim of various forces. It”s always
our descision who we are.

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Celine: I”ve been thinking also about
something you said.

Jesse: What”s that?

Celine: Just about reincarnation and where
all the new souls come through over time. Everybody says they have been the
reincarnation of Cleopatra or Alexander The Great. I always want to tell them
they were probably some dumb fuck like everybody else.

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John Christensen:
…and as we all know, fun rules.

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Old Man: As the pattern gets more intricate
and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.

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Boat Car Guy: Man this must be like…
parallel universe night. You know that cat that was just in here? Just ran out
the door? Well, he comes up to the counter, you know, and I say “What”s
the word, turd?” And he lays down this burrito and he kind of looks at me,
kind of stares at me and says, “I have but recently returned from the
valley of the shadow of death. I”m rapturously breathing in all the odors and
essences of life. I”ve been to the brink of total oblivion. I remember and
ferment the desire to remember everything.”

Wiley: So, what did you say to that?

courtesy : internet.



 

Happy ganesha..

HAPPY GANESHA TO ALL THE ILANDERS!…..LOTS OF LOVE…:))


 

???….

Strange are the ways of life

The brooding hood of apathy

Seems to hang like eternity

Uncertainity playing hide n seek

Destiny watching with its crooked smile..

Worthlessness hopelessness

Lovelessness, the ingredients of

Lifelessness .

Tightening the grip..

Bland emotions blended with

Bizarre impulsive outbursts

Tossing in to a whirlwind

Of maddening mental orgasm

Flashbacks blinding the path ahead

Longings yearnings fastening the clutches

Desires fold and unfold

Leaving in a state of trance!

Amidst the chaos

Nearing the demise

Of unsaid undone

Why A tiny ray of hope..?

An angel look hither!

Or its delusional trick

Conceived by the clever mind

To deceive !….