a European life

Elephants stomp around me. The earth shakes, cigarettes burn and smells of blood and meat pervade the air. Life's circle is complete in this very life itself: after sex, there is nothing but the next day. After the next day, there is nothing but death. After death, there is nothing. In this life are stalls. Stalls of marvellous things, but so many that I don't know which stall to look into. I am a slave of choices. When I will get tired of one choice, then I will betake myself to another stall, another set of wares. Everyone is a merchant. Everyone is on display or is the displayer. Nothing is outside of the shopwindows. Everything is reduced to a rational minimum. Everything, you and me, mine and yours, and the unknown, everything is encompassed by it. Nothing is unknown, though it may not be known. For every unknown, there will be a known reason. For every reason, there will be a wealth of information. That most essential ware, that priceless commodity. Everyone sells it, everyone buys it. Your heart has become a papier mâché of all this talk. Silence is nowhere, except in resistance. Sometimes, a cigarette butt will scorch some portion of this collage covering your spirit, and then suddenly you will feel a corner of sky peeping in at your soul. For a moment. Before the next raucous, drunk laughs of liberty and equality will drown out that, maybe for ever. You never know. I spend meaningless days on end, thirsty for Your one drop of love.

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An Introduction

Blogs, I sometimes read in the newspapers around, are partly vanity and partly an introvert's escape. While I do agree with the former, I do not think that the latter would apply to more than the usual quota of exceptions. I am now starting this blog, not to simply idiotically imagine that a million around the world would know me and would read my thoughts, would interpret my actions, and hence I would have a claim on the sympathy of a million, but simply as a means to offer a glimpse of the world that I live in.

"the world that I live in" doesn't mean of course the whole periphery of the globe - it is the world that surrounds me, it only means the well that is around this humble frog. The country in which I was born, in which I am living, the people around me, the climate which may affect my moods and mood swings, the books that I get to read, the close people among whom I share my warmth, the erotic photograph that excites me and more importantly,which fails to excite me, the films from which I do not want to get out, the indefinable "myself" , all this is the world that I live in. And to know of different people around the world, of different cities, of different climates , is so exciting.... that is why I ever presumed to trouble anybody with a blog.

Now for some introductions. I am an Indian, born and bred up in India and still there. Thankfully, this one country itself is such a mosiac that I can survive yet... My characteristic trait has always been to take off-beaten paths, something which I myself cannot exactly give a reason to. Presently I am a 3D animator beginning out, but I also continue to search for some avenue where I can write freelance articles, movie reviews, or short stories for newspapers/journals. But since I have not any journalist's degree I do not know that whether anybody would take me in (and what testimonials would I show the editor), and neither do I know any of intellectual property rules.

And with that, my blog starts. Also, if so far you have been with me, then see a companion blog (only for reviews by me of movies that I've seen - both contemporary and classics, from Hollywood and Indian cinema) on http://indmoviereview.blogspot.com