Thursday, June 15, 2017

An Ode to Europa

File Picture : Landing on Europa (circa 2108)

Slowly their dreams stopped and their prayers dried,
And one day, long after the songs had died,
They met others like them, from far off distant lands.
And in their communion, they found meaning again.
And together, they set out to build a new world.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Tannhäuser Gate


"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
-Roy Batty, Blade Runner (1982)

Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Mountains Calling


" And even when the external world has granted all it can, there still remain the searchings of the mind and the longings of the heart.” _ Arthur C. Clarke

Reading Childhood's End and listening to Johann Johannsson's ethereal music for Arrival has me reminiscing those trips to the mountains for some reason. Those grand stone edifices hold some sort of truth in them. Something to say about time and its passing. Something primal, something mythical and something probably beyond the understanding of a single life time.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Outsiders


The word 'outsider' has a certain turgid charm to it. The man who came in from the cold, a force of nature, who became an agent of change. We love to romanticise the alien. Cos  its a respite for our mundane media fatigued brain.

True isolation is when you become an outsider to your self. When your mind simply can't understand itself and begins to distend and distort. Eventually it fractions itself and the part carrying you keeps itself away from the part that's truly you.

I guess all the art in the world is created as an attempt to bridge those fractions of ourselves. Strangely enough though, through someone else's music every once in a while you catch a glimpse of yourself. One outsider helping another.  

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Recollection



Isn't it strange when you meet someone after a really long time you are surprised by how they appear. Not just how they 'look' but also who they have become as a person. A sea of change has come to pass since your last impression of them. It takes time yet slowly but surely this new image of that person comes to rest itself upon your mind and you forget the old one. Like an OS updating itself in your memory.

And then as time goes by, one fine afternoon, under totally unrelated circumstances, you catch yourself thinking of that person. And by virtue of some glitch in your mind's recollection mechanism you remember him/her as they were all those years ago. And with such vigour that too. You hear their old voice, peculiar speech inflection, their old character tics, the way they used to hold themselves and even the way they used to smell. All those things which you thought time would never change but did in some way.And for a moment you relive that. 

And then just like that it fades away.