I don’t write about the war or the holocaust but this one I cant resist. Read this extract from a polish book
"When I came to Plaszow the first day, they put me in a group where we were digging a huge grave .. They brought in trucks, with children, from infant to twelve years old. They were all killed.. When the children were brought in, they were shot, right in that grave ..
One group was bringing, with a wheelbarrow, some chlorine powder and putting on, because there was such a tremendous amount of bodies in those graves..
A little girl, a beautiful blond girl, sat down in the grave, dressed in an Eskimo white fur coat, was all bloody, and asked for a little bit of water .. This child swallowed so much blood, because it was shot in the neck. And then it started to vomit so terribly. And then it lay down and it says, "Mother, turn me around, turn me around.”..
This child did not know what happened to it. It was shot, it was half-dead after it was shot. And this child sat down in the grave, among all the corpses, and asked for water.. it was still alive. There was no mother, just children brought from the Cracow ghetto.
So this little girl lay down, and asked to be turned around. What happened to it? I do not know. It was probably covered alive, with chlorine.. I am sure, because they did not give another shot to that girl.."
Most of you might not get this, but this is about the people in concentration camps during the holocaust. One of the survivors has written this in his memoirs. Just like in my favorite movie Schiendler's list it reminds me of dat one scene that is so mesmerizing that it takes your breath away. Primarily shot in black n white the movie has only this is color when a little blonde girl is walking along with thousands to move to a ghetto after the nazis have ordered Jews to evacuate the city. So little she doesn’t understand anything but probably thinks this is what the world is coz she has not seen anything else. she is just walking not realizing anything, doesn’t know where she is going she is just following people so innocent yet holding her beloved red coat close to her chest. She walks and the lead actor of the movie sees her and realizes how wrong is everything if a child is subjected to witness something of such magnitude. And he breaks down. After some time in the movie another shot comes where there is a cart with bodies piled up on it and the same little girl is lying on the side still holding her red coat dear. The scene has no dialogue but it breaks your spirit and the way its shot tells the genius of Spielberg.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
truth or dare
Truth- a 5 letter word we are so scared about. But why- are we so rotten from inside that we live in the fear of people finding the real us and abondaning us? What so bad in facing the true us ? Do we know that we all are eternal losers and dont want to admit it because failure pains. We usually keep the truth about ourself, the things we dont like and appreciate, people we are not so fascinated about and present the fake us in front of the world. "Living in the world of pretence so to be liked they say,is better than being true and not appreciated." But why, why are we so consumed about social norms, where is our rebellious streak that started so many revolutions in the world.
Do you really think shakespeare as a person for all his unusual views and naked truth was liked by people at that time. Do you think marie antoniette and queen elizabeth really gave a damn what people around them thought. "Whats wrong and not according to the norms of that century is often the viewpoint of the next." So its time to shed your inhibitions and apprehensions to be great in the next century or just be remembered as a person who spoke their mind and said the truth about themselves.
Even am on that path of truth but in all this drama, even a most rebel me has started pretending. I hope i rediscover the edgy and hippie me once again.
Do you really think shakespeare as a person for all his unusual views and naked truth was liked by people at that time. Do you think marie antoniette and queen elizabeth really gave a damn what people around them thought. "Whats wrong and not according to the norms of that century is often the viewpoint of the next." So its time to shed your inhibitions and apprehensions to be great in the next century or just be remembered as a person who spoke their mind and said the truth about themselves.
Even am on that path of truth but in all this drama, even a most rebel me has started pretending. I hope i rediscover the edgy and hippie me once again.
just the way we are
this post really has a universal appeal coz it defines almost all of us but it is actually inspired by someone i see almost every day. yesterday night i was just thinking how one person is never entirely bad or entirely good. they always have some grey shades, no one is totally black or totally white. for instance even Hitler the face of evil, i dare say it, had a side which appreciated art and culture, the so called finer things in life. for one we humans are two natured creatures, we have our noble nature and we have our not so noble nature. and knowingly or unknowingly we keep on flipping through these sides as we go through the day. our noble nature makes us patient, kind, honest, courageous, unselfish, thoughtful and temperate while the not so nature makes us , resentful, selfish, lustful, greedy, cowardly, envious and vengeful, and that too curiously almost at the same time. we feel sad for a kid on the road while we also feel angry at almost nothing the very next moment.both of natures within us are being appealed to, day in and day out and we have only limited control over it.
then the question comes, if we all are saddled with both natures to different degrees with different variations, why are we often tempted towards the dark side of the force. why ordinary humans like me dont have greater control of either of the sides. and why only the ones who have this greater control, for eg. hitler of not so noble and gandhi for noble, are the ones who eventually become great either in a good a or bad way totally dpending on which side you have this control on. it might be confusing but not totally false and clearly states that if you are a little more aware of wat is within, you can become a better or worse person anyday.
then the question comes, if we all are saddled with both natures to different degrees with different variations, why are we often tempted towards the dark side of the force. why ordinary humans like me dont have greater control of either of the sides. and why only the ones who have this greater control, for eg. hitler of not so noble and gandhi for noble, are the ones who eventually become great either in a good a or bad way totally dpending on which side you have this control on. it might be confusing but not totally false and clearly states that if you are a little more aware of wat is within, you can become a better or worse person anyday.
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W.H. Auden
"September 1, 1939"
the most brilliant poem written on world war2.
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
by W.H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,
What huge imago made
A psychopathic god:
I and the public know
What all schoolchildren learn,
Those to whom evil is done
Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew
All that a speech can say
About Democracy,
And what dictators do,
The elderly rubbish they talk
To an apathetic grave;
Analysed all in his book,
The enlightenment driven away,
The habit-forming pain,
Mismanagement and grief:
We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air
Where blind skyscrapers use
Their full height to proclaim
The strength of Collective Man,
Each language pours its vain
Competitive excuse:
But who can live for long
In an euphoric dream;
Out of the mirror they stare,
Imperialism's face
And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar
Cling to their average day:
The lights must never go out,
The music must always play,
All the conventions conspire
To make this fort assume
The furniture of home;
Lest we should see where we are,
Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash
Important Persons shout
Is not so crude as our wish:
What mad Nijinsky wrote
About Diaghilev
Is true of the normal heart;
For the error bred in the bone
Of each woman and each man
Craves what it cannot have,
Not universal love
But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark
Into the ethical life
The dense commuters come,
Repeating their morning vow;
'I will be true to the wife,
I'll concentrate more on my work,'
And helpless governors wake
To resume their compulsory game:
Who can release them now,
Who can reach the dead,
Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
by W.H. Auden
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
grey
Grey- shades of black and white, a perfect blend of good and evil. it has got variety and infinite tones can found in it. some with a little more light and some with that extra darkness. Grey is exciting, it gives you a range, an opportunity to explore. it is not perfect that it blinds you with all the insight and transparency and its also not very dark that it hides or keep secrets. it has got that right amount of mystery to keep anyone on their toes guessing. shades of Grey are unlimited, you just get lost becoz there is way too much to learn. Grey shifts like a pendulum at every stage, either you can be liitle light or little dark and that oscillation often creates shivers in ones personality.
so much so for a colour you may say. but i guess grey is a trait, a life synopsis than just a colour.
so much so for a colour you may say. but i guess grey is a trait, a life synopsis than just a colour.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
“When you don’t even touch me, you can give me an orgasm mentally”
this wat i am deriving from a conversation these days, but i wonder why?
intelligence, sucks people in and am such a sucker for a well read, well known mind. but wat is about a brain dat is so fascinating, turn people on in such a way dat they start losing it. always been an intelligence enthuthiast. always thought with avg talent but with the help of imagination and vision and dat oh so "psychotic drive", u can do things ur way and still shine.
wat shakespeare had was a vision, a subordinate of the master brain, he cud see things wat we can never see but now we cud and dats becoz he showed it to us. the range of emotions he displayed or rather made us feel was extra ordinary . i remember once i heard steven spielberg say "If anyone can find a single emotion that Shakespeare hasn’t already explored, he will be the new Shakespeare of this century". wat was that triggered that exploration, was it the mere inquistiveness of ones mind or was he on a quest for something bigger than himself. i believe
nothing is ever just wat it seems, its always more and dat more is always a happy song for a searching mind or a wandering one for that matter.
mind can so much, it has the power of starting the wars and the power to write the best story ever written. wat our mind is endless and the scope it provides is beyond any limit. it has got so many layers , difficult to uncover in a lifetime . i cant even count how many and i thought i have a well working brain .
imagination is exhausting,i cant switch it off, even wen i want to. its too much in love wih me that its unwiling to leave me even wen i want it to. wen i want to leave it shows me a new side to itself.
but to argue we just use 10% of our brain and that has already given us millions of inventions and 2 world wars. just imagine what if we can use the rest, wat all we cud have achieved or wud we have been alive to see dat? lets leave this at dat becoz brain can go crazy if u push it.
intelligence, sucks people in and am such a sucker for a well read, well known mind. but wat is about a brain dat is so fascinating, turn people on in such a way dat they start losing it. always been an intelligence enthuthiast. always thought with avg talent but with the help of imagination and vision and dat oh so "psychotic drive", u can do things ur way and still shine.
wat shakespeare had was a vision, a subordinate of the master brain, he cud see things wat we can never see but now we cud and dats becoz he showed it to us. the range of emotions he displayed or rather made us feel was extra ordinary . i remember once i heard steven spielberg say "If anyone can find a single emotion that Shakespeare hasn’t already explored, he will be the new Shakespeare of this century". wat was that triggered that exploration, was it the mere inquistiveness of ones mind or was he on a quest for something bigger than himself. i believe
nothing is ever just wat it seems, its always more and dat more is always a happy song for a searching mind or a wandering one for that matter.
mind can so much, it has the power of starting the wars and the power to write the best story ever written. wat our mind is endless and the scope it provides is beyond any limit. it has got so many layers , difficult to uncover in a lifetime . i cant even count how many and i thought i have a well working brain .
imagination is exhausting,i cant switch it off, even wen i want to. its too much in love wih me that its unwiling to leave me even wen i want it to. wen i want to leave it shows me a new side to itself.
but to argue we just use 10% of our brain and that has already given us millions of inventions and 2 world wars. just imagine what if we can use the rest, wat all we cud have achieved or wud we have been alive to see dat? lets leave this at dat becoz brain can go crazy if u push it.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
career
career is like a modern day religion, everyone following it . sacrifices are made for it, love is secondary to it and so is the family. everybody visits it everyday just like people went to temples and churches in old times. wats so intriguing abt it that even once over enigmatic religion has taken a backseat.
wars happened in ancient times for the religion and we go thru our own little battles everyday in our career. people are so fascinated abt their career dat they can spk abt it for hours on a stretch just like relgious preachings back then. people were afraid back then dat if any dirty secret or a rumor is out , they might be expelled from the church and now they are concerned abt may be getting fired or reputation at work may get scarred. there are various uncanny resemblances between both the things.
i wudnt be wrong to say that over the times priorities have changed but sure if for the good. because even i am living in modern times and even my religion has changed.
wars happened in ancient times for the religion and we go thru our own little battles everyday in our career. people are so fascinated abt their career dat they can spk abt it for hours on a stretch just like relgious preachings back then. people were afraid back then dat if any dirty secret or a rumor is out , they might be expelled from the church and now they are concerned abt may be getting fired or reputation at work may get scarred. there are various uncanny resemblances between both the things.
i wudnt be wrong to say that over the times priorities have changed but sure if for the good. because even i am living in modern times and even my religion has changed.
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