With the passage of time, I am realizing how much I agree with Sheldon Cooper on quite a number of things about life and stuff in general. For instance, when Stuart, the comic bookstore guy, tells him how amazing a certain comic book is and Sheldon freaks out and tells him to shush already about it, calling it spoiler alert! Yeah, totally understand it. I am currently relating it to the mania of the much awaited novel based movie – The Great Gatsby. I am absolutely hating all the status updates and tweets about how amazing or awe-inspiring or brilliantly made movie it has turned out to be (DiCaprio was OBVIOUSLY gonna rock Gatsby’s character). I am especially annoyed at all those pseudo-literature lovers (who only read books to tell other people of all the books they have read or read in their bubbled social elite circle) who are putting up dialogues from the movie and quotes from the novel as their status updates and hash-tagging at the end with deep sighs – Seriously STFU. Some of us still gotta watch it. I hate social media fuckwork sometimes.
Take no offence, please. (Sheldon never means to offend anyone, really). Or go ahead and be offended. Pfft!
I’ve just been informed by WordPress that this struggling-to-exist blog of mine has turned 3 years old. Whoa. I tell myself that someday I will be very regular at it.
Anyway, on this auspicious occasion, I would like to share some verses from a book I’m currently in love with, Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. I have read them so many times that I think I know them by heart now.
You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that’s no more.
Words without letters,
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers, steeling themselves to die.
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl’s fingers,
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes — at Kafka on the shore.
Sigh, so beautiful.
Gauzmus & Chopsee (Mom & Dad)
Because Facebook’s rather annoying. Because (much) less audience here. Because my Papa’s birthday was yesterday. And because I would like to remember this one.
P.S. Because I certainly don’t want my blog to die!!
Following thoughts/opinion are my own penned down out of boredom that was caused by high fever from which I have finally recovered. Hence, not questionable.
When Mohammad Mursi, the Muslim Brotherhood candidate gained electoral success last year, a new page definitely got added to Egypt’s chapter on revolution. But as has always been the case in its history, the military’s power persists though deeply concealed. The parliament was dissolved and powers of the newly appointed President have surely been cut down. Why this has been so? Because the military cannot afford to risk losing control over the economic structure of Egypt. The uprisings and revolutionary acts of the people are feared by the esteemed Generals who plan on maintaining a stronger hold over the country. But this is not something new for the Egyptians who have been surviving under the dark shadows of corrupt military officers and ruled by dictators all the while polluting the once so pure and beautiful Nile. One wonders if its pollution is caused by the discharge of Egyptian society or by the disillusionment and angst in its people.
Even after the recent revolution, the Egyptian society is corrupted with feelings of despair that are unavoidable for the people. While the revolution was a step towards a positive point where organization of people in the Middle East was reflected, however, where that point is leading them is hardly recognizable except that history may just possibly be repeating itself.
I’m not saying revolutions cannot be successful. Sure, they can be called successful if they have produced results by keeping in view those lessons learnt from the past. If no lessons are learnt and no (real) change in the political and democratic system is brought about, then its chapter I’m afraid is closed, for better or worse; in Egypt’s case, possibly worse. The same kind of political structure that was targeted to be demolished for good is currently being reproduced with those revolutionaries slowly diminishing and falling back into the arms of authoritarian command. Only some people are hopeful that a fundamental change might take place any time soon or maybe those leaders of the revolution would egress again considering the economy is still in a torpid state even though the people are more or less, off the streets.
And by the way, Happy New Year y’all. Sorry, I’m 10 days late in wishing with this blog being dead for the past 4 months. But it’s not like anyone’s missed it.