Binary Vision!

It's Funny how we see things as either 0 or 1
Good or Evil
Man or Woman
Strong or Weak
We tend to define each other based on things we do or don't do, and there are very fine lines that are drawn.
Either you are a sanskaari naari or you are a westernized whore!
Either you love your country or -You are anti-national abuser
Either you are a Responsible citizen or a reckless drug user
Either you are 100% faithful or You are an untrustworthy cheater
Either you are far right or far left
totally wrong or totally right
Its a either bright as day or dark as night
We're either THE ONE
or we're zero
Its funny.
How we see things as either one or the other.
This prevents us from seeing anything at all, because binaries aren't zeros and ones, they're zeros and zeros
That is what we gain from all this.
Its funny how we're either a success or failure in the world where the highest part of success and the lowest failure are an infinity apart.
Funny how we're sane or insane
Funny how we are either normal or abnormal.
Funny how we are either "dead" or "alive".
Binary Vision,man !
Binaries are as ugly as the quantification of beauty!
But people, just hear me when I say,
I will not be your 10
I will not be you 9
I will not be your 1
I will not be your zero
I will not be your ANYTHING
I will, not be ANYTHING but nebulous, ever evolving!
And you will do well to remember that any word you pin to me
Will at best mark the co-ordinate in the space of my being
And my being is the space, where breaks down,
Much like in the mystery of the black hole.
Our boxed perceptions are the closed eyelids of this species
As it slumber while the forces of division slice its body into thin strips,easy packed and sold to the highest bidder.
I hope, we collectively figure this shit out.
Before we are confronted by the Binary
Of Existence vs Extinction.
                                                  

              

One of my favourite.

“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

La La Land

*SPOILER ALERT*

La La Land is not a fantasy. It’s not some dreamy tale that carries you to the stars and makes you dance in the clouds in the arms of a prince.

Oh wait. It is. Until the very end.

It’s funny. Would I have preferred to watch an ending where they both settled for ordinary careers but still lived happily ever after? The feminist in me is yelling “Go Girl! You left your dream man and got the career you always wanted! The fame, the money, all the glory and shiny lights. You got it all.” But that little romantic bubble in my veins is crying out, “But you left him behind! Is all the fame and money worth it? Did you settle for a brilliant career but a tragic love story?”

(Photo from the web)

Mia and Sebastian are two people lost in a tangled world of love, drama and the spotlight. But their love story is a harsh reminder to all of us romantics that sometimes you need to listen to the head and leave the heart behind.

I couldn’t help but imagine a Bollywood version of the story. She was leaving the club. She walked slowly, not trusting herself to look behind. And then suddenly, a hand on her shoulder. She turns around and there he is. For five glorious seconds, while violens strike up a wonderful tune, they stare into each other’s eyes. The world around them vanishes. And then she collapses into his arms and they hold each other in a tight embrace. Their lips lock in one everlasting kiss and their fate is sealed. The husband, the career, the club all melt away. The End.

And suddenly, I know that that’s not the Golden Globe winning ending. Sometimes we need to let people go for them to achieve the best they ever can. It’s not the love story we dream of but it’s a love story worth telling. Mia does a brilliant job telling us that sometimes it’s okay to let go of our Prince Charming. It’s amazing what someone can do if you just let them slip away. Let her go. Let him be. That person, that love you’re clinging onto. Just let it go. And watch the magic. Watch the transformation from good to great, from wonderful to breathtaking. And then you can look away, while he turns to watch you shine. While she opens her eyes to everything you knew she could be. And then turn to each other for one last smile, because there are no words left to say. Just… The End.

La La Land is not a fairytale.