Brave new world

It was already a new year and 10 days into it , he realised it was gonna be an eventful one…nothing was constant he was dealing in dynamicism…and all those last few months efforts were now paying of… he was up at 4 am in the morning, having failed to realise that he missed a good movie by Vishal Bharadwaj, and ideally that would have been a perfect sequence watching Vishal Bharadwaj followed by Martin Scorsese and may be over the weekend he would have topped it up with theatre show, some Portuguese one…He wondered how the fuck one comes up with subtitles in theatre. He remembered old days in Hyderabad, when for the first time he went to theatre knowing that it Anurag Kashyap’s production , only to be smitten by french indian – kalki. It was surreal , and he often wondered how Kalki was his favourite in bollywood industry , which was basically filled with bimbos with fake size , and a model figure and who the heck cared for acting. He might have gone on and on , mentioning the new breed of actors, directors in Bollywood.

But then there were few definitely. There were quite a few things on his plate, he tried to emumnerate them, he silently ventured up through stairs only to realise all the devils in the house were finally sleeping, there was some sleep around the corner of his eyes and if one would have looked through an opthalmoscope, pun, one might have found some of it. Was this ending as another of the post where the author reminiscences and reminisces , and after jotting paras of bullshit smugly gets back to his bed…oh how he missed his bed, he had gone fucking tired of sleeping on floor or getting relegated to couch, but may be it was for good. He realised there are things one must do for the family…

Also his trips to India have always been eventful, be it silently gazing at the albatross (or were they seagulls ) on the ferry to Elephanta caves, only in the midway he realised that he has been duped by promise of shivlinga… the one that he intended to see was Ajanta, nonetheless who cared…there was as always mad rush at Gateway of India, people flocking around , and he …he was still searching around for dustbin. He suddenly realised that the darkness was eerie, and it was only disrupted by the typewriter application he has installed on his macbook air, yeah he was a bloody show off. He was still struggling with this Screinever software, lets play Mozart …no Beethoven for the tired eyes and soul…there came the first yawn of the night…was it you, Beethoven…I mean its been just 1:56 minutes… he was hungry …no he wanted something to chew on…which would have meant brushing for second time this night… man would anyone back home realised that it was Fur Elise when door bell rang in teenage.  It was seriously odd time to play and write, but then the desolation of a writer. Also weren’t early morning moments best ones to write… He tweeted some self proclaimed tweet and wondered about the world imagined by Aldous Huxley and George Orwell…twitter …he was definitely from Aldous Huxley’s brave new world… (https://arunabhmishra.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/amusing-ourselves-to-death/)still his friends in United states timezone were pinging him or what sapping…oh boy !! The music was surreal, it calmed his senses , encited that calm feeling where you just wanna close your eyes and shuffle through memories or just lay there on sand… he was calmed and ready for his sleep 🙂 He also thought that it would be good to finally get that Sandman comics series , and better start reading Neil Gaiman until someone corners him. <Wink wink> But aint Neil Gaiman godlike, what was that quote on new year … the piece that makes you oddly optimistic about life…and also his new year wishes for his fellow

 
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
 
 
…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.
And for this year, my wish for each of us is small and very simple.
 
And it’s this.
 
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
 
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
 
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
 
Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
 
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.
 
 

 

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