Hooked by Habit.
Among my usual quotidian chores is of course a meticulous visit to www.johnnydeppfan.com. It seems to have seeped into my blood now, I mean the Fanship here. Something so sissy and often associated to high school fantasies. Mind you...being an SRK fan is not categorized under that one. Sometimes I am amused at the way I can spend hours together, just plainly staring at those sharp features very characteristic of him. A well cut jawline, intelligent eyes, lips usually held tighlty in an obvious sneer, tresses of shoulder length(but sometimes trim short) falling haphazardly over his simple yet eye-catching visage.Have not yet ventured into stages of being insane here, but the mere virility in his looks seem to catch my undivided attention. A tyro in the profession of meaningless, effortless and of course worthless hero-worship, the upshots of this uncanny behaviour is more than evident to me. But that doesnt stop me from nurturing such vacuous habits.The liking is not only for his unprecedented appearance but also for unmatched skills he manages to display onscreen. 'Captain Jack Sparrow' of Pirates of the Carribean fame....'James Matthew Barrie' of Finding Neverland....'Constable Ichabod Crane' of Sleepy Hollow....'Inspector Fred Abberline' of From Hell...and who can forget that Tim Burton Classic Trilogy from Edward Scissorhands to the latest Corpse Bride. I dedicate this blog space to my unwarranted liking for this one actor I have come to admire recently.
HAIL EFFECTIVE COMMISSION- WHAT THE F***
Autocracy at its best, Bureaucracy at its minimal least. This is the egregious saga of the so-called Effective Commission, which was undoubtedly under spotlights for about a month now. Thanks to the elections, which have never gone right here in Utopia.To begin with, the 24 hours squeezed in painfully so that the candidates could throw-up their brains and come up with a Manifesto, out-of-the-box yet “Feasible”. (A f****** report submission by a Bitsian professor, I guess gives us a weeks time…)
The EC somehow assumes superiority…..Saturday: Comes “Auto-Ragging” where the candidates are meticulously lured onto stage, much like goats to slaughter, and are subject to Third-degree-
“What are you doing in this?” “Who are you to talk about that?” “But the constitution says otherwise!!” “We just asked you to answer in Yes or No!!”
The EC somehow assumes superiority…….Sunday: Day after Sabbath, Day of Elections…A lazy Utopian manages to crawl to the CR (Common Rome) to cast his precious vote, only to learn how the EC had mysteriously postponed the same. Failure to give a reason-an act of cowardice…
Around midnight news spreads, melodrama among fellow candidates. Elections hereby scheduled for the next day.
The EC somehow assumes superiority….Monday: The sky in Utopia is blood red, birds fail to chirp, water ceases to flow and as always the NET continues to remain slow. The Effective Commission somehow believes in this novae system of voting, After all “Slow and steady does win the race”.
The EC somehow assumes superiority here too……Political pawns are seen all over the place, encouraging, forcing, threatening, coaxing, begging Utopians, “Cast thy vote, it remains your sole right”. But wait Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay’s “Parineeta” weeps across the street- a movie is being screened the same time. “Screw voting!” “Screw Elections!” “Anyways it wont make much of a difference!”…An excuse well given…..
A couple of hours hence:
Election results are out.
A bleeding friend before our eyes.
Extreme contempt is what sprouts in our hearts, for the kind of “Democratic”
service these stalwarts render. Something that follows is an immense sense of disrespect for the once strongest body of out times….For now it remains a withered old woman, counting beads and waiting for things to get better…waiting for her days to come to an end……
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Life Or Something Like It......
Well..Angelina Jolie wouldnt have much to complain about in the movie, unlike me here...
I gess i had seen the movie when i was back home this summer holidays, and it did manage to make an impact. What exactly has success got to do with happiness?-was the first question i asked myself..Angelina plays this news reporter,who is left with just three days to live her life, since she learns she is going to get killed after that.And how later she actually understands what "To Live" implies.
I aint here to crib though, but just a passing thought. On how much my life till now has been worthless and similar crap. But then i do owe some gratitude, for the number of friends i have made..for they having amazingly put up with my tantrums.
I sometimes wonder, if i get to meet myself (the wierdest of thought i presume)...but lets just imagine if something like that happens..would i admire myself?? would i be even able to put up with such a person? would i be happy with what i am anytime in the future? would i be contented with what people have been doing for me? will i remain the same selfish brat, who never fails to ask herself "do i have something to lose in this particular situation?"
A misanthrope to the very meaning of it, a misfit in almost every crowd, a misunderstood soul who incessantly craves for something new each day.
