Art is the product or process of deliberately arranging items (often with symbolic significance) in a way that influences and affects one or more of the senses, emotions, and intellect.(Source: Wikipedia)
Basically art is a form of human expression, an idea that is conveyed through various means. This expression takes many forms in our daily lives and the perception of art too takes many different perspectives. But why is art or rather the concept of 'ART' not really assimilated as clearly as it should be?
Let me explain what I mean by that statement. I'll start with cinema because I am a little comfortable talking about it.
What is cinema? It is a form of art, a medium of expression, which is mostly a single person's, or in some cases a collective vision. For the ease of the end consumer, it is categorized and 'genre-ized'. This 'genre-ization' was mostly meant for the ease of the viewing public because people didn't know what to expect when they watch a certain kind of film.
Okay, so we have different genres. But when did cinema become commercial and 'art' cinema? I believe that commercial cinema is as much 'art' as 'non-commercial' cinema. The perception though, is completely different. In the Indian context, commercial cinema can be entertaining but at times banal. The non-commercial cinema drifts from sheer brilliance, to sometimes 'wanna be'.
We LOVE the fact that we have the ability to make our own choices. If we consider the movie-going public as a group of consumers, there must be a collective perception about movies that are watched by them. Does this perception(or opinion) get translated into feedback, and is used as an input in the films made in the future, is anybody's guess.
Why do I say that? I guess it is pretty clear, seeing all the movies that this area might have been over looked a little bit. Why is that?
Most of our cinema is very 'star-centric', and it is going to be for some time to come. I don't think most of us really have any problem with that fact. It becomes easier for us to sift through some of the films that we would not like to waste our time with. However, as we all grow older and smarter with our experiences, and as our tastes undergo changes over a period of time, does the cinema that we consume become more mature? Its for everyone out there to see whether it really has or not.
I remember Shah-rukh-khan saying in one of his promotional interviews for Ra.One that he wanted to give the generation of tomorrow something to hold on to, with respect to the film that we produce, otherwise it would mean the death knell for hindi film industry, as people would relate lesser with the films that are churned out relentlessly. The Hindi film industry doesn't represent all the regional cinema mediums in our country, but it is one MAJOR part. Does that mean that it shouldn't take its consumers for granted? I would like to think that everyone feels the answer should be a resounding YES.
If we consider a film to be a 'product' that is sold to the consumer(that is everyone of us who feels that they have over paid for a movie at the multiplex, then the producer of that 'product' should pay attention to what is being consumed and how it is being consumed. I can't really verify whether this is actually done in practice, but the recent history does suggest it is not really a phenomenon in the current set up.
There are various different types of movies that one can watch. And all of them have very different audience. There is a certain elitist perception with 'art cinema' which is changing little by little everyday as it is nearing to being more commercially viable.
If there is a certain group of filmmakers who really make films that are worth watching, over a period of time their films do get noticed and eventually become commercially successful. Therein lies the problem. While monetizing any idea into a product, that can be sold, in the end, a business has to pay attention to its consumers. In the near future the average cinema goer will mature and will DEMAND that he has the option of watching better films than what he could previously. Will the current filmmakers mature as does the cinema lover? Would it make business sense to rehash every old story and 'remake' it? I guess we will find out whether it does after Agneepath releases in ten days time.
I just hope Shah-rukh-khan's prediction doesn't come true.
(to be continued...)
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Green Parade
It started with someone freeloading a stream of water all over where I was buried. It was a weird feeling, constant burst of water all over, pushing me sideways. Until I could stretch out and hold on to the earth below, I felt like I would be washed away with the rest of them and wouldn't see this day up here, with nothing but concrete in sight.
I remember the days, when I was buried underneath the earth, waiting to push through to see this thing called the Sun that they talked about. And when I did sprout out, I realized that his magnificence was very understated . There was nothing more beautiful that I had ever seen. Even though he would beat down on me later in my life and the cruelty would be so hard to bear I would begin to curse the very existence of the creature, but every time I would remember that first moment I laid eyes on him. every time. And I would melt and bear his relentless fury. Through those times when I would be bare and almost resemble some of my friends who had given up and passed, there was only one thing to look forward to.
The sea of water. The one that I had begun to loathe in my formative years. The one that had almost taken away half my friends who couldn't make it through his vengeance. But I had misunderstood the fury. It was the wind that made the rains feel like they were out to get us. The poor things would just fall on a platter.
Later, I realized that water is what made me stronger and bigger. It was the wind that could uproot us from where we stood. But the one thing that he did makes us do was dance to his tune. All of us were powerless in the face of his strength. He would make us move whichever way he wanted us to. The green parade, that's what they called it. I never understood why until I got older and taller. It looked like he was our master and we were his students, and we would move almost in a synchronized movement. The Green Parade!!! Those were the times.
Now I stand here, almost at the end of my journey, waiting to be put out of my misery. When I look down below, I don't see any little ones who would make it up to where all the others and I did. They struggle and shove to try to get higher and become stronger, but before they could get anywhere they are chopped off to size.
They would never get as mighty and strong as the old flock that was around before them. Now those spots are taken over by these monstrous bland creatures who don't even budge an inch. Not that I can make out anyway. They are almost as tall as me, but don't have the flourish of my heydays. How I wish I could have one last parade.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Before Sunrise
Before Sunrise
Jesse to Celine
50,000 years ago there's not even a million people, ten thousand years ago, there's like, two million people. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet. If we all have our own individual unique soul, where did they all come from?? Are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls?? If they are, that represents 5000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is a blip in the earth's time. So at best, we're these tiny fractions of people walking... Is that why we're so scattered?? Is that why we're so specialized?? Yeah I know, I know. It's a totally scattered thought. Which is why it makes sense.
Jesse to Celine
50,000 years ago there's not even a million people, ten thousand years ago, there's like, two million people. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet. If we all have our own individual unique soul, where did they all come from?? Are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls?? If they are, that represents 5000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is a blip in the earth's time. So at best, we're these tiny fractions of people walking... Is that why we're so scattered?? Is that why we're so specialized?? Yeah I know, I know. It's a totally scattered thought. Which is why it makes sense.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
My First HourGlass Jam session experience...
9.45 AM: I call YAYA (not the Barcelona or Ivorian football player YAYA TOURE), but my brother's friend and the lead singer of HOURGLASS the band he formed recently with a few friends. I have heard a lot about his band, the previous one. But I am finally getting down to seeing him jam with this new band of his...
He tells me to come to Kanchan Galli at around 10.15 or so... my brother knows better and tells me to get there by only 10.45. I go there early anyway and stick around the familiar locale. I have never really been to real jam session so there is a sort of nervous excitement. Since I also am trying my hand at re-learning to play the guitar, I thought that I'd know something or the other about music in general. But when I was sitting there i realized that I know nothing but A to G and a few chords. That sucks!!!
I walk into this building which I have seen probably a million times over the past 5 to 6 years. I always wondered what it was. Yaya tells me that it's his friend Ashish's building and that's where they have been jamming (for the past 4 months).
He gives me a general tour of the surrouding area, which I already know by the virtue of lying around the girl's place (meaning Anithooo, Kakoos, Akhilesh and SWedaaa) all the time. Anyway, i walk into the room and the usual introduction starts.
This is Chetan the drummer. Then I am introduced to the lead guitaris Amit. He's busy with his guitar and his music and he extends a hand to shake. Then the Band Manager Devashish and Ashish the guy who owns the place.
I walked into this room with wires all around couple of Samsung screens that they use to record or mix (which makes me realize my ignorance of the whole process of making music, not good) speaker,Amp(s), guitars and just wires. It's quite a large space actually the room but all the equipment makes it look small. I am surprised that even a normal jam session needs so much equipment. Hmmm...
Yaya hooks up his microphone and then the distortion pad (correct me if i am wrong YAYA) and then the guitar and he's good to go. But wait, there's someone missing. I remember meeting Ankur the bass guitarist, where is he? I ask Yaya. I am told that he's coming in. They start without him anyway.
Now i think i know music, a little bit atleast. But this was something else. I have heard people saying that they hate heavy metal and rock just cos it's too loud and you don't understand what they are singing about. I mean what good is music when you don't understand the words. Right??
WRONG!!! Music is not defined by the level of distortion on the guitar or other things (here my ignorance kinda speaks again) It's more the thought behind it. Rest of it is just immaterial. When you connect with any kind of music or know the thought process behind the words that make the song, that's when you truly appreciate music. I don't know what the thought process behind the music that they were playing, some covers (there was one original that I had heard YAYA play once called Someday, which is written by Amit and couple other songs that i knew of, but the others i didn't know whether they were originals or covers). But I remember saying something to YAYA when we were both leaving, when he asked me what I thought of the session. SOOTHING is what came to mind.
Boy was that song Someday something. I use the word awesome to many times to define brilliance (sometimes for yours truly too... :P) but to say the song the song was awesome would be a serious understatement. YAYA told me that they are starting slowly, with a few jam sessions and few songs recorded here and there.
After the session is done, I go out with Ankur for a smoke(Oh I almost forgot, Ankur walked in at around 11.30 with his girlfriend, sorry Ankur). After a few smokes and conversations with Ankur, his girlfriend and the Devashish the Band manager, we walk back in to find everyone involved in the recording session that ensues. By that time Kakoos had msgd me a few times, kinda had to split. Decided to stick around for sometime to see the recording session and a few pics of the band. But the stomach growling was just too much to handle. Said my nice to meet you and see ya later and ran to my buddy chef non-veg thali across the lane.
Anyway, it was truly a fascinating experience. More about it when I sit in for a few more sessions.
HOURGLASS (I really wished i had that logo :P)
AMIT
Ankur BHATT
CHETAN
Yayati ZENDE
Band MANAGER: Devashish
He tells me to come to Kanchan Galli at around 10.15 or so... my brother knows better and tells me to get there by only 10.45. I go there early anyway and stick around the familiar locale. I have never really been to real jam session so there is a sort of nervous excitement. Since I also am trying my hand at re-learning to play the guitar, I thought that I'd know something or the other about music in general. But when I was sitting there i realized that I know nothing but A to G and a few chords. That sucks!!!
I walk into this building which I have seen probably a million times over the past 5 to 6 years. I always wondered what it was. Yaya tells me that it's his friend Ashish's building and that's where they have been jamming (for the past 4 months).
He gives me a general tour of the surrouding area, which I already know by the virtue of lying around the girl's place (meaning Anithooo, Kakoos, Akhilesh and SWedaaa) all the time. Anyway, i walk into the room and the usual introduction starts.
This is Chetan the drummer. Then I am introduced to the lead guitaris Amit. He's busy with his guitar and his music and he extends a hand to shake. Then the Band Manager Devashish and Ashish the guy who owns the place.
I walked into this room with wires all around couple of Samsung screens that they use to record or mix (which makes me realize my ignorance of the whole process of making music, not good) speaker,Amp(s), guitars and just wires. It's quite a large space actually the room but all the equipment makes it look small. I am surprised that even a normal jam session needs so much equipment. Hmmm...
Yaya hooks up his microphone and then the distortion pad (correct me if i am wrong YAYA) and then the guitar and he's good to go. But wait, there's someone missing. I remember meeting Ankur the bass guitarist, where is he? I ask Yaya. I am told that he's coming in. They start without him anyway.
Now i think i know music, a little bit atleast. But this was something else. I have heard people saying that they hate heavy metal and rock just cos it's too loud and you don't understand what they are singing about. I mean what good is music when you don't understand the words. Right??
WRONG!!! Music is not defined by the level of distortion on the guitar or other things (here my ignorance kinda speaks again) It's more the thought behind it. Rest of it is just immaterial. When you connect with any kind of music or know the thought process behind the words that make the song, that's when you truly appreciate music. I don't know what the thought process behind the music that they were playing, some covers (there was one original that I had heard YAYA play once called Someday, which is written by Amit and couple other songs that i knew of, but the others i didn't know whether they were originals or covers). But I remember saying something to YAYA when we were both leaving, when he asked me what I thought of the session. SOOTHING is what came to mind.
Boy was that song Someday something. I use the word awesome to many times to define brilliance (sometimes for yours truly too... :P) but to say the song the song was awesome would be a serious understatement. YAYA told me that they are starting slowly, with a few jam sessions and few songs recorded here and there.
After the session is done, I go out with Ankur for a smoke(Oh I almost forgot, Ankur walked in at around 11.30 with his girlfriend, sorry Ankur). After a few smokes and conversations with Ankur, his girlfriend and the Devashish the Band manager, we walk back in to find everyone involved in the recording session that ensues. By that time Kakoos had msgd me a few times, kinda had to split. Decided to stick around for sometime to see the recording session and a few pics of the band. But the stomach growling was just too much to handle. Said my nice to meet you and see ya later and ran to my buddy chef non-veg thali across the lane.
Anyway, it was truly a fascinating experience. More about it when I sit in for a few more sessions.
HOURGLASS (I really wished i had that logo :P)
AMIT
Ankur BHATT
CHETAN
Yayati ZENDE
Band MANAGER: Devashish
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Thought...
That's all it takes... to spark a fire, to start wars, to brew enimity and what not.
It can keep you awake all night , even though you are dying to fall asleep. That's kinda the reason this post is actually gonna come up.
Why do our thoughts haunt us?? Or rather, why can't we let go of some thoughts?? It's a funny thing. Not every thought has such far reaching ramifications as not being able to sleep, or waking up in the middle of the night. It doesn't even have to be very personal. Sometimes the most random thoughts are so damn hard to not think of, that they almost ruin the whole idea of perfection or a stable mind that we like to attach with our world or our lives.
The thought of constructing a temple at an ancient site, which honestly no one really cared about until some political affiliations decided to make it a poll issue, has lead to the turmoil that surrounds our secular vision of our country. It lead to the deaths of almost two thousand people and many more in the ensuing riots in Bombay. It has also had a far reaching impact on the psyche of the affected who feel betrayed and seek vengeance even to this day. That's a power of the thought to just have a damn temple in some land, that we are ready to kill people, innocent people.
It's a funny thing. People say that one shouldn't think too much and just live life. Yeah right, like that really happens. It's a delusional state that we manifest, to make ourselves feel comfortable. Kind of a alternate sense of reality. To not be affected by the things that surround us, which ultimately leads us to become totally numb. That's only when u try to avoid those thoughts.
Hmmm... It's the thought of playing for his country that made GOD(read Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar), who used to be one of those kids who used to attend cricket coaching at Shivaji Park under the able guidance of Mr. Ramakant Archerekar, to soar so high above the mere mortals who play the game of cricket that we just call him one thing. GOD.
Hatred, is also a thought. People would call it an emotion, but it stems from a thought. The thought of being wronged or being generally unhappy for random reasons or cos of random things. In cases where it becomes a specific reason, that's where unhappiness manifests into hate and the overpowering feeling to inflict pain, on the person towards whom you feel that emotion, takes over. And it doesn't necessarily have to be a specific person or a thing. Sometimes, it just spills over and it's all over the place. That's why hate is not good. You spend so much time in hating someone or something, that it takes up almost all of your time.
Even an apple falling on some idiot's head is thought provoking. Sometimes our thoughts are stimulated by an event external to the mind. By an event, or an incident which might happen right before our eyes. Newton propounded the theory of gravity because that damn fruit fell on his head, an external event out of his control. How we let that event affect us and change us usually determines the path we take.
Dhirubhai Ambani started his business by selling saris on a bicycle and he went backwards from there, to find out how he could control the whole supply chain of his end product (ie. polyester), and that's what made Reliance the oil refining behemoth that it is gonna be anytime soon (or maybe already is). The fact that he also had many alternate thought processes running parallel, chiefly swindling the nation of a lot of revenue. That was the brilliance of the man. He knew how to control his thoughts and never really lost control of them.
It's a funny thing what a thought can do to an individual, if he/she can't control it. It starts of a negative spiral that we truly at some point believe that we can't get out of.
And then the thought goes away. For that fleeting second, you feel the ephemeral sense of time, your thoughts are clear and there is sense of calm that persists. Both in the air and in the mind.
It can keep you awake all night , even though you are dying to fall asleep. That's kinda the reason this post is actually gonna come up.
Why do our thoughts haunt us?? Or rather, why can't we let go of some thoughts?? It's a funny thing. Not every thought has such far reaching ramifications as not being able to sleep, or waking up in the middle of the night. It doesn't even have to be very personal. Sometimes the most random thoughts are so damn hard to not think of, that they almost ruin the whole idea of perfection or a stable mind that we like to attach with our world or our lives.
The thought of constructing a temple at an ancient site, which honestly no one really cared about until some political affiliations decided to make it a poll issue, has lead to the turmoil that surrounds our secular vision of our country. It lead to the deaths of almost two thousand people and many more in the ensuing riots in Bombay. It has also had a far reaching impact on the psyche of the affected who feel betrayed and seek vengeance even to this day. That's a power of the thought to just have a damn temple in some land, that we are ready to kill people, innocent people.
It's a funny thing. People say that one shouldn't think too much and just live life. Yeah right, like that really happens. It's a delusional state that we manifest, to make ourselves feel comfortable. Kind of a alternate sense of reality. To not be affected by the things that surround us, which ultimately leads us to become totally numb. That's only when u try to avoid those thoughts.
Hmmm... It's the thought of playing for his country that made GOD(read Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar), who used to be one of those kids who used to attend cricket coaching at Shivaji Park under the able guidance of Mr. Ramakant Archerekar, to soar so high above the mere mortals who play the game of cricket that we just call him one thing. GOD.
Hatred, is also a thought. People would call it an emotion, but it stems from a thought. The thought of being wronged or being generally unhappy for random reasons or cos of random things. In cases where it becomes a specific reason, that's where unhappiness manifests into hate and the overpowering feeling to inflict pain, on the person towards whom you feel that emotion, takes over. And it doesn't necessarily have to be a specific person or a thing. Sometimes, it just spills over and it's all over the place. That's why hate is not good. You spend so much time in hating someone or something, that it takes up almost all of your time.
Even an apple falling on some idiot's head is thought provoking. Sometimes our thoughts are stimulated by an event external to the mind. By an event, or an incident which might happen right before our eyes. Newton propounded the theory of gravity because that damn fruit fell on his head, an external event out of his control. How we let that event affect us and change us usually determines the path we take.
Dhirubhai Ambani started his business by selling saris on a bicycle and he went backwards from there, to find out how he could control the whole supply chain of his end product (ie. polyester), and that's what made Reliance the oil refining behemoth that it is gonna be anytime soon (or maybe already is). The fact that he also had many alternate thought processes running parallel, chiefly swindling the nation of a lot of revenue. That was the brilliance of the man. He knew how to control his thoughts and never really lost control of them.
It's a funny thing what a thought can do to an individual, if he/she can't control it. It starts of a negative spiral that we truly at some point believe that we can't get out of.
And then the thought goes away. For that fleeting second, you feel the ephemeral sense of time, your thoughts are clear and there is sense of calm that persists. Both in the air and in the mind.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Poha Rush!!!
15 minutes...
... to 8 AM.
God this professor is starting to get on my nerves. And the break is only 5 minutes, it stretches to 10 maybe. I really enjoy his lectures, he gives a totally different twist to Income Tax. But right now I am hungry, just like the other 100 odd people in this classroom. And groggy from last night. Well that's common place when you get up at 5 everyday.
5 more minutes...
What good is 10 minutes when you have to struggle through a hundred people to get out of a suffocating classroom, in which time you have to finish ur tea and eat the little morsels of poha(for the uninitiated, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flattened_rice)that hardly fill your stomach... but are good enough to keep you going for the next one and a half hours or so.
Professor: "OK. So now we'll break for five minutes and we'll continue with the next section after the break.
5 minutes my foot!!!
RUN!!!
It's a sight worth seeing, how when you let a bunch of hungry and sleep deprived students go for those 5 minutes (stretched to 15, if you manage to captivate the professor in a conversation)... everyone is just all over the place.
I have only one thing in mind. The flattened yellow rice. A sense of rejuvenation which allows me to prolong the misery of sitting through 3 hours (well not an arduous subject), but never the less TAXING.
I make my way through the crowd. It doesn't help that another bunch of classes break at the same time. DAMN!!! It's really something to fight for your food, when you are so close to getting it.
Bhaiya ek Poha... and the guy looks at you, recognizes your face among so many. And you feel that you are gonna be the next one to be served ur hot poha. He can see the desperation in your eyes, and u can see that he wants to give u the next plate. He stretches out with the plate in his hands and say, khichadi-poha?? You look at him disapprovingly and nod in the negative. Then when your turn comes again, someone just snatches it before you take it. The poor guy aplogizes and hands you the next plate.
2 minutes...
... that's all it takes me to finish it. I wanna have one more, but i look at the time and knw better. Maybe tomorrow.
... to 8 AM.
God this professor is starting to get on my nerves. And the break is only 5 minutes, it stretches to 10 maybe. I really enjoy his lectures, he gives a totally different twist to Income Tax. But right now I am hungry, just like the other 100 odd people in this classroom. And groggy from last night. Well that's common place when you get up at 5 everyday.
5 more minutes...
What good is 10 minutes when you have to struggle through a hundred people to get out of a suffocating classroom, in which time you have to finish ur tea and eat the little morsels of poha(for the uninitiated, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flattened_rice)that hardly fill your stomach... but are good enough to keep you going for the next one and a half hours or so.
Professor: "OK. So now we'll break for five minutes and we'll continue with the next section after the break.
5 minutes my foot!!!
RUN!!!
It's a sight worth seeing, how when you let a bunch of hungry and sleep deprived students go for those 5 minutes (stretched to 15, if you manage to captivate the professor in a conversation)... everyone is just all over the place.
I have only one thing in mind. The flattened yellow rice. A sense of rejuvenation which allows me to prolong the misery of sitting through 3 hours (well not an arduous subject), but never the less TAXING.
I make my way through the crowd. It doesn't help that another bunch of classes break at the same time. DAMN!!! It's really something to fight for your food, when you are so close to getting it.
Bhaiya ek Poha... and the guy looks at you, recognizes your face among so many. And you feel that you are gonna be the next one to be served ur hot poha. He can see the desperation in your eyes, and u can see that he wants to give u the next plate. He stretches out with the plate in his hands and say, khichadi-poha?? You look at him disapprovingly and nod in the negative. Then when your turn comes again, someone just snatches it before you take it. The poor guy aplogizes and hands you the next plate.
2 minutes...
... that's all it takes me to finish it. I wanna have one more, but i look at the time and knw better. Maybe tomorrow.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
A Dog's World...
1 X 7
Ten more seconds... After that the sun will be in my eyes and then, i'll just be waiting for some fool to come and kick me or try to scare me off from my comfortable, deep slumber...
Have I seen as much as normal people... I mean if they say that a dog year = 7 human years, then does that mean that I have seen and experienced 7 times more in my life. Does that mean all my life experiences have been exacerbated 7 times??
Maybe that's why I don't feel like chasing cars anymore, like in that song. I hate the way everyone has a different name for me. Like some would call me by a street's name or the square at which i loitter around, the other's would just whistle. I mean come on man, just cos you don't understand what I am saying doesn't mean you whistle out to me. Be creative and atleast come up with a stupid name.
I have been at the receiving end of a lotta street fights. My friends (not really friends, acquaintances would be more apt) and I used to get into a lotta fights, mostly territorial (that's all we really got to fight about :P). I have been bitten quite a few times and there are many scars to remind me of what went down.
Now I sit here all of 7 years old and I am thinking, looking at these little ones running around scaring people, barking and biting. Some even dying in front of those enormous moving machines, and I wonder, what's the point of being so lazy and just sitting here doing that weird yoga stretching shit that I keep doing every morning. Why not just go out there and do what i always used to do. I used to love doing what i did. Now all i do is wait for some fucker to come and feed me some biscuits, if he has any pity on me. Back in the day, my awesome charm was enough to feed me for weeks. I was given so many names that I forgot who called me what. So I just started responding to any which name. It was kinda fun actually. I had become nice and healthy with all the food that I was eating. Now i am scrawny and malnourished. None of those people who used to feed me are around anymore and the new people, they just love the younger ones and don't care about people like me.
What a pity. I think i'll just do the yoga and lie here for a while till someone comes and kicks me up my backside. Till then, i'll just enjoy this Ephemeral Moment of Bliss which I have craved all my life.
Ten more seconds... After that the sun will be in my eyes and then, i'll just be waiting for some fool to come and kick me or try to scare me off from my comfortable, deep slumber...
Have I seen as much as normal people... I mean if they say that a dog year = 7 human years, then does that mean that I have seen and experienced 7 times more in my life. Does that mean all my life experiences have been exacerbated 7 times??
Maybe that's why I don't feel like chasing cars anymore, like in that song. I hate the way everyone has a different name for me. Like some would call me by a street's name or the square at which i loitter around, the other's would just whistle. I mean come on man, just cos you don't understand what I am saying doesn't mean you whistle out to me. Be creative and atleast come up with a stupid name.
I have been at the receiving end of a lotta street fights. My friends (not really friends, acquaintances would be more apt) and I used to get into a lotta fights, mostly territorial (that's all we really got to fight about :P). I have been bitten quite a few times and there are many scars to remind me of what went down.
Now I sit here all of 7 years old and I am thinking, looking at these little ones running around scaring people, barking and biting. Some even dying in front of those enormous moving machines, and I wonder, what's the point of being so lazy and just sitting here doing that weird yoga stretching shit that I keep doing every morning. Why not just go out there and do what i always used to do. I used to love doing what i did. Now all i do is wait for some fucker to come and feed me some biscuits, if he has any pity on me. Back in the day, my awesome charm was enough to feed me for weeks. I was given so many names that I forgot who called me what. So I just started responding to any which name. It was kinda fun actually. I had become nice and healthy with all the food that I was eating. Now i am scrawny and malnourished. None of those people who used to feed me are around anymore and the new people, they just love the younger ones and don't care about people like me.
What a pity. I think i'll just do the yoga and lie here for a while till someone comes and kicks me up my backside. Till then, i'll just enjoy this Ephemeral Moment of Bliss which I have craved all my life.
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