ENTHU..............

TAKE THAT !

Distortions On The Face Of Time



' ...... and slowly and steadily it starts to attract you , and you find yourself totally helpless , everslowly being drawn into the wormhole ; the images start to grow : from behind the veil of mist & fog emerges a new terrain , and before you've even realised the story starts to unfold rapidly : you assume roles of importance or simply spectate ; either way a first-person perspective is always maintained.'

Of late I've been constantly been in & out of this fascinating universe : the one residing in my head.It's like a cinema shooting extravaganza going on in there, and most of the time I emerge to find a different plot and situation altogether.It's pretty exciting if you understand what I mean, and so it happens that many a times I do like to play the director's role alongside just to elongate a rather enjoyful sequence ( but then to think of it, since it's playing in my head, I'm the director to start with anyway, but this one's a forced direction, something beyond the original script : on-location extension !).
I never had problems with reveries; infact I simply love the fact that I'm fortunate enough to be endowed with this gift, and also the fact ( too many facts here, its getting boring I guess) that it never happens to be a baggage attached to you for some time to come : once a sequence is over it never haunts you again , it's over forever ( the after-thoughts may be disturbing at times but it's nothing vis-a-vis those nocturnal tear-jerkers which cling on to you for an eternally, hopelessly, elongated time).But the current situation has something much more to offer.A bit too much.
I get drawn into these reveries every now and then ( & get the goosebumps of contracting some psychological, moronic, head-bug induced disease ; got to stop watching those mementos & butterfly effects !).It's really getting frustrating : everytime I try to read or concentrate on the blackboard I wander off to somewhere else.It invariable happens in the morning lectures; all of a sudden I'm looking completely through the Professor , to a different universe, like a wormhole or space-time warp with me physically on one side and my mind wandering off on the other.It has reached epic proportions now that I can't even complete my novel without wandering off.With due credit to Joyce for magnificently portraying the different hues of Dublin and its life, but this (mis)adventure my mind seems to be playing with me is getting a bit erratic.Such incoherency !

Fantasies are wonderous.No doubt about that.Ask me.Or anyone else.I'm sure everyone will vouch for that.And the Studios behind those fantasies are capable of rendering imaginations far beyond the capabilities of any DreamWorks SKG, PIXAR , DISNEY or 20th Century FOX.That again is a gospel truth.But anything of excess is bad.Even more so if it is as erratic as in my case.

I don't know why exactly such (mis)adventures are happening so fast and so randomly, but one probable reason maybe because I seem to have over-burdened myself with an ever growing 'TO DO' list, of multiple-choices I'm facing in life for which I'm at a loss to select, choose, to darken which one ?( HB pencil anyone) .Such dilemmas ! And as always happens, with too much to do nothing is done, and the vicious cirlce continues.Another thought was the lack of sleep and I tried to compensate ( which simply translated meant no morning classes for some time) but that didn't help.And so when nothing seems to work and no end in sight, let time take the hot-seat.It's the best healer ( time-tested !), and in due course after taking it's own sweet time everything falls back in its place once again.

Now here's something very interesting I'm about to say.It has worked for me, it always does (or rather happens).This funny feeling of being disillusioned, hazy in the mind, partial unconsciousness can be simulated (sounds like an EE Lab jargon , is it ?) quite effectively when one feels a bit weak ( abstain from the hostel mess for a few days, not that difficult !) and if you sneeze out strongly (I don't how to simulate that ! Google-Baba may help. In fact this step may be redundant.) or drain yourself quite a bit, so that you start seeing those glowing photon-like particles flying all over the place.That's when you get a feel of being NOWHERE.The world starts to rotate, ripples appears across the face of space.Amazing feel it bequeaths (SIMULATED VERSION - get high ).
Now I'm sure all of those who do read this post are endowed with atleast some degree of common sense to not to try starve oneself to get a "FEEL".Please DO NOT.I don't take any responsibilities whatsoever.Anyhow with this generation of "Slim, trim" mantra chanting youths, that's the last thing I'd like to recommend, if one may call it so.I had only chance experinces of this kind, and for a long time I thought I was divinely gifted with the ability to see photons.

Now you don't wanna follow a nerd, do you?







P.S. - Saw American History X yesterday. Brilliant movie, to say the least.Colours have been used in a very innovative way throughout the movie,to depict the mood and the central theme - racial discrimination.The gradual move from black and white to (enlightened) colours caputures the mood of every frame quite effectively.A job very well done.And saw Edward Furlong for the first time in a movie other than T2 ( he hasn't gained a lot of height it seems).Been a rather long delay after a promising start in T2.