Huckster!

Logos: This soigne craftsmanship is like a flutist’s song which has gimmickry full to the brim in his invisible bag of knacks. 

Zaza: When cretinism took over them, everything started sounding cabalistic–there were pixies all around them and hummingbirds on flowers which bloomed against the azure backdrop of placid sky. 

L: Nolan’s best film Memento is based on a short story Memento Mori written by his brother. The meaning of the title is an emblem or reminder in form of death’s-head which signifies your mortality–evanescent nature of your existence. The film also depicts beautifully how memory plays games with us and how mystery is mostly about these games. After-all what is mysterious past if not a fragment here and another there colored differently as we progress ahead to give an unclear meaning to our existence. And I dare say–even all mystery about the future has seeds in our mysterious past–if one is cleared other clears itself, instantaneously.  

Z: A waggery vagary, gobsmacked vena, running for the hills or hanging on like hangers–an oblivion ruled by a darkness where amnesia reigns supreme. The watchword is taken for guardian, shadow for reality a medley of unreasonable sweetness.  Continue reading “Huckster!”

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Bardo!

Logos: Once a centaur asked a doe, are you my foe? The doe smiled and then said: Abre-los-ojos–I am a figment of your imagination!

Zaza: Master Logos! How pleasant to see you this morning! A wayward reindeer, accosted a man without fear, it had an emblem on its forehead which read ‘interactive fiction,’ the man had misplaced diction, for all his predictions immediately came to happen. The dream had a ring and a fairy, a school where they celebrated his arrival–one who was new there and fogged. His daze didn’t let him call olden cubs and bears but he found himself getting converted into a pettifogger, gossip monger. 

L: A child used to see same dream day-after-day. Once he stopped and asked the dream: why do you keep coming back? The dream said: it’s not that I particularly like visiting you, for I’ve many other things to do, but I am supposed to be your fate, I’m already late, in delivering goods, which I brought from the woods, now let me do my job, get a bob and tie this bib under your chin, no need for pin, else you would choke, let me slightly poke–how does the dream know what you looked like, when you were afraid of your bike, how did the flavored spice scored a ton? They outdid your expectation, trials and tribulation.  Continue reading “Bardo!”

A Telltale Tale!

Zaza: Bravado master Logos! The night was a long horrendous jungle but I found your sweet melodies ringing into my ears and all my fear disappeared. 

Logos: This morning(oh, is it noon already?) finds you in good health. Did you show them all your wounds, heart-aches, headaches and did you complain about shortcomings in their system?

Z: Not really master for I am a born follower, unless it’s absolutely necessary to point fingers I keep mum. I had accepted my fate a long ago. After-all acceptance is essence of flow–but every now and then-this or that corner of my psyche groans and I let it. This cry is rarely heard by anyone around but I showed it to them because if they were interested in some other parts they must have been interested in these. 

L: You never had kind of help they had but your prepossessions were not wrong. Not even once. The persecution did seem like trials of witches in middle ages but it was an ignominy written in your fate. OTOH it might have been that you were never reading the messages left for you in all the odd places.  Continue reading “A Telltale Tale!”

Tobacco, Screams, Hackers and Dakinis!

Zaza: I tread slowly for pain is writhing and it has incapacitated me. I hear voices from past, present and future, all of them pointing fingers at me in one way or the other.

Logos: Picayune. They are the voices focussing on trivialities. You remember about the last night dream I had? There was a big bright spot in the sky and I called upon my friends who were waiting for me in the drawing room–we were supposed to go to a marriage ceremony. I also called my sibling and when they came upstairs I showed them the grand play of stars–the bright spot was gone but there were so many cohorts of small scintillating objects and stars moving randomly and rapidly. As I was showing those to them I was also thinking inside myself–there is no use for they are not interested. They’re as much in their dream-world as I am in mine. I feel we’re all speaking to the walls and expecting that walls will listen attentively and respond back. I lay down there watching stars without expecting them to take any interest in them while they were expecting me to join them for the marriage ceremony. Continue reading “Tobacco, Screams, Hackers and Dakinis!”

id -un

Zozo: Who are you?
Logos: I am 22nd letter of Greek alphabet.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am your scars.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am your muse.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am your shadow.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am your nemesis–your death.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am that tingling sensation in your heart–your one and only ray of hope.
Z: Who are you?
L: I am deliverance.
Z: Who are you?
L: An illusion, a dream like you.
Z: Who are you? Continue reading “id -un”

Darling(2015)

I read all the 27 reviews for this film on IMDb. I feel most of them cover most of what I feel about this film yet I can’t make my mind completely about it. I won’t call it a great film because it clearly has many flaws but it’s a good film nevertheless. It’s good because it scares you. I loved watching The Tenant by Roman Polanski for the first time but its effect faded a bit after repeated viewings because after all it was not as wonderful as I thought it was when I first watched it. I think I’ve watched Repulsion too but can’t recall even a single scene from it. Darling is kind of homage to those films as per many reviewers on IMDb but I beg to differ. I feel certain elements are not fresh at all but film has its own uniqueness too. Strobe images of lead in many limited angles, claustrophobic atmosphere, screeching noises and dull staring into camera are both annoying and scaring at times. The film is scary and you may say it uses confusion, jump-scares, strobe effects to achieve it, yet it succeeds in creating tension. Until halfway through it I considered it to be slow and dull but by the end I thought it was scary in parts and confused in others. Continue reading “Darling(2015)”

Psychonaut in a Public Mystery school

I watched a Youtube video which suggested that Greek mythology called earth Gaia–a living organism. The idea that entire existence including all matter is living consciousness is very near to reality. I found resonance with the idea that earth is actually a vessel of light ascending into the fifth dimension from the viewpoint of all of us who are ascending from third-fourth to the fifth dimension. Treating Gaia as a living spaceship makes us both astronauts and psychonauts. The latter term has been taken from The Tibetan Book of The Dead. I perceived Gaia’s space curvature first in 2012 when under the influence of a substance. It clearly seemed I was in the space on a curved earth. Now as 2016 and dark night of soul started I constantly found solace in the idea of being on a spaceship or in a lab which was a simulation of my previous environments. The idea indeed came from Science-fiction films I had watched before still its resonance was strikingly brilliant and comforting now. People around me, my family members, neighbors, animals, birds and even remote ambulances seemed simulated. They all had an air of unreality about them and they were all extremely fluid and deeply associated with my feelings, thoughts and perceptions. Continue reading “Psychonaut in a Public Mystery school”

Schizopolis (1996)

Steven Soderbergh’s Schizopolis is most absurd satirical  comedy film I’ve ever seen. I absolutely loved watching this film so rest of this piece is going to be an appreciation rather than an unbiased observation about this film. I love absurd cinema. This film is one of my most favorite films–it’s in the league of Inland Empire and True Romance of Lynch and Scott (Tarantino). I love David Lynch’s films. This film was made well before best David Lynch films came out so it’s very original in its own place. Eraserhead of Lynch might be considered an even more absurd film though in a different genre.




This film has an impeccable sense of humor which is very likely to remain insuperable no matter how many more films I watch. The dialogues are work of genius and so is the editing. Dialogues are so witty that they not just bite you in the face but also leave you speechless. Many TV shows and films made after this one must have borrowed much from it.



Steven Soderbergh’s performance is wonderful, but not as wonderful as his direction or his writing. He’s undoubtedly one of the greatest auteurs of all times. Other performers are also good in this film. This film has poignant and symbolic sequences about so many things which matter in life but all with a wink. This film has craziest credits in that it has no beginning or end credits at all. It has no soundtrack and yet it lacks no music. In a way films like these are the reason why I like watching films.

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