DEVIL’S ADVOCATE: Stop Reading

November 3, 2007 at 3:26 pm (gibber-square-ish, gibberish.., my Finds)

Zombee 1zombee2

zombee3

Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying…

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?

Crowed Dolores of Cranberries fame, a quite long time agoo………………oh gawd,its not that i loved this song or got mesmerized by it………….but yea sure did find it interesting………….anyways the reason for remembering it now is just that it has more than just a passing efernce to zom-bees who have offended by comparing them with bookworms………..i take this opportunity to convey my heartfetlt condolenceees or watever that is πŸ˜‰ …………

Anyways, heres a particularly interesting article that i came across in Times Of India not long back, and would sure love to hear your comments regarding this πŸ™‚

2 Nov 2007, 0003 hrs IST,Vaishnavi Murali ( TOI Editorial )

Zombies. That’s what readers are. They exist in this world but live in a fantasy world, surviving on what others create. Their contribution to society is negative, for while they consume precious resources, they create nothing. The roadside vagabond does more, yet they claim intellectual superiority over all. But if intelligence is the application of information, they’re down there with those other shells of human existence, the TV-addicts, collecting data about everything, but not alive enough to ever apply that knowledge.

That’s probably why they are called bookworms — a parasitical existence, far removed from the ecstasy and agony of the real world.

Decades ago, the only entertainment was reading. If kids were hunched over a book, adults would know they weren’t setting the house on fire or getting into fights. If you wanted to kill a few hours, or expand your mind a little, the only option was hitting the nearest library. While times have changed, attitudes haven’t — received wisdom dictates that the reading habit is good for us. While there are so many entertainment options, which engage all the senses and encourage a person to connect with people worldwide, the lonely man’s need for a book is anachronistic. There’s no place anymore for people who’re lost in their own world. As for education and information, it’s more efficient to trawl the Web than lift a 500-page tome.

While the rest of the world is climbing the Everests of their chosen professions or feeding penguins in Antarctica, the reader slouches in his ratty couch, oblivious to love and conflict, the purple sky on a rainy day and the fireflies that light it up at night. Passive consumers, they bovinely chew on ideas that someone else is busy translating into reality.

Despite their vast knowledge, these antiquated creatures are blind to the difference between serenading your Juliet from under the famous balcony in Verona, and reading about how Romeo did it many years ago. When you sit down to a book, you raise a wall around yourself.

Every minute you spend reading, another brick is added to that wall, till it becomes so high, it’s impossible to get over it. And as the world does one more turn on its axis, you turn the page of your cheap paperback, without even realising that life has just passed you by. How miserable it must be to sit down to read, when you haven’t stood up to live?

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My Absence

October 28, 2007 at 12:36 pm (gibber-square-ish, gibberish..)

Busy

Lost in cheap delirium
Searching the neon lights
I move carefully
Sink in the city aquarium
Sing in the key of night
As they’re watching me

Wrapped in silent elegance
Beautifully broken down
As illusions burst
Too late to learn from experience
Too late to wonder how
To finish first.

Take me somewhere we can be alone
Make me somewhere I can call a home
‘Cause lately I’ve been losing my own

……..goes on Tina Dico with her hauntingly beautiful voice……aaah just wonderful to listen to that song “Home” from the album When it Falls released in 2004 by Zero7.

ok folks well about my absence till now………….going to be extended it is…..too busy to think and write now…….Actually too busy to think πŸ˜€
plannin to come back in a fortnight
in the mean-time, do check out some of the wonderful posts that i went thru recently

The Anti-Social

Possessed

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My Fine-Ding-1

September 17, 2007 at 10:11 am (gibber-square-ish, humor, my Finds)

Definitions not in the dictionary

(From the Jokes Blog)

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ADULT:
A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.

BEAUTY PARLOR:
A place where women curl up and dye.

CANNIBAL:
Someone who is fed up with people.

CHICKENS:
The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.

COMMITTEE:
A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.

DUST:
Mud with the juice squeezed out.

EGOTIST:
Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.

HANDKERCHIEF:
Cold Storage.

INFLATION:
Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.

MOSQUITO:
An insect that makes you like flies better.

RAISIN:
Grape with a sunburn.

SECRET:
Something you tell to one person at a time.

*SKELETON:* A past Job
A bunch of bones with the person scraped off.

TOOTHACHE:
The pain that drives you to extraction.

TOMORROW:
One of the greatest labor saving devices of today.

YAWN:
An honest opinion openly expressed.

WRINKLES:
Something other people have.
I have character lines!

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My foe-toe

September 14, 2007 at 10:57 pm (art, gibber-square-ish, history)

The Caretaker’s Star
Another turning point,a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist,directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test,and don’t ask why.
It’s not a question,but a lesson learned in time.
It’s something unpredictable,but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.

………crows Billie Joe of Greenday’s fame in the song Good Riddance a.k.a Time of your life.Aaaah…..this is a great song which strikes a chord with everyone in this fast paced world of today where everyday is a new challenge and we just cant sit back and enjoy life .In short this life is really tough on romantics and blessed are those working people who are enjoying their life and their job//\\note that i said “job” and not work.Most of the people who seem to enjoy their jobs{or atleast as much i have noticed and feel} are actually enjoying their work{red alert!!!!A WORKOHOLIC!!!!}That’s my worst fear that i might become one of them :-(………………..

Well guys…. yea….I am back.And no…………i haven’t yet completed freakonomics…. though it’s quite interesting.

thinker
Lemme taahk ’bout the guy who’s seriously brooding over matters i have no idea of…….immmediately felt a connexion with it though n i seriously feel that many of u too have felt that…….This dude’s actually a creation of the french sculptor Auguste Rodin,apparently a very popular guy but none of you heard his name ,on which i’ll bet my whole month’s salary{when i get one πŸ˜› }.{praying that its not otherwise}.
Auguste Rodin
The Thinker was made as part of a sculptural group called Gates of Hell along with his other famous works like The Kiss,The Falling Man,The Prodigal Son,The Three Shades.Believe it or not a man of such calibre as Rodin made it his life’s work to complete this project and it reflects in that many of his more famous pieces of art are from this project.

The Gates Of HellThe Bronze Age

The Prodigal SonWalking Man

The Thinker was originally named The Poet as Rodin based his theme on one of the main characters of the epic poem The Divine Comedy depicting Dante himself sitting in front of the gates of hell pondering his great poem.Rodin took inspiration from Michelangelo to represent the Thinker as a heroic figure and so in typical Michelangelo tradition he made it nude.It is also generally felt to characterize the Biblical Adam,the mythological Prometheus and the intellectual thinking part of the sculpture is controversial as it can also be ascribed to emotional tension and an ongoing internal struggle which is consuming a person physically too.
Now the last paragraph has actuall spurned me to write about prometheus and adam too.But lemme hold back for this post and i am sure going to post about them too folks.Hope there is atleast one reader going to look forward for those posts πŸ˜› πŸ˜‰

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My Sequel

September 3, 2007 at 2:10 am (gibber-square-ish)

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Relax......

This article is certified safe for prudes. It is so tame, you could walk right up and poke it in the eye and it wouldn’t fight back. The Censor Board couldn’t give it more than a PG rating, and even China
has no desire to censor it. So just sit your family down in front of
the computer, and bask in the genteel wormth of its nerve-racking humor.

Well you can dig me up a grave
And try and stick me in the ground
Well you can tie me to the bed
And try and beat me half to death
But you can never keep me down

………….goes on Chad Kroeger of Nickelback in “Follow You Home”, the opening track in their 2006 hit album “All the Right Reasons”.Well i am back πŸ˜€ .No, don’t worry ’bout that ir-re-sis-tah-bull itch to unleash my brain-waves all over the plae-sh………..still able tah control it……as of now…….;-)
Hmmmm……….yea also m really interested in blabbering about “Dish ish me’sh shek-und blok” and all that stuff……but i’d rather not…….seen too many of them and their effects on otherwise good human-beings{really!! πŸ˜‰ } well its around 3 in the night or shud i say morning??………..and i can still be caught admiring my monitor in my room{gosh!!whateva that eeez!!}

one thought’s hammering the nutshell out of my skull…….y am i blok-ing?and seriously dude i want to insert another song to explain this….much to the joyous reception of freshly rotten tomatoes frm u ppl πŸ˜›
{sigh/wondering}only if life was a musical………mine would have been a rock performance. πŸ˜‰

n hey yea massu……gawd i’m not just gonna bring ur dead life to habbit but also get it kik-kin-up n running around man ;-).n my limerix sure gonna sweep u of ur feet,hands,head or whateva u r using to stand these days @ VJ πŸ˜€

Just started reading a book “Freakonomics” πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ …..yea yea…know it….name’s funny….
hoping it’ll be a good read……

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