Friday, 28 March 2014

Floodgates

Race on till the end of your time,
Wait till it is too late.
Look out, the hermits are the junkies,
And all the answers make up the dark matter.

I see, I wonder,
I loathe, I doubt.
Whenever there is a silver lining,
There is a brooding cloud.

Seven lives, all begin in confusion.
One journey, marked by peril.
No, I do not believe.
Yes, the world goes on.

Saturday, 22 March 2014

A Note to Me

'Where do I stand with myself?' Life is hard until you figure that out. Loving yourself is the GOAL. That means you have made peace with yourself. You have accepted your short-comings and quietly applauded your strengths. That is a life-long cathartic process, the ride of the ages. 

Currently, I cannot claim to have gone through this catharsis. I am still struggling to dig out all the facets to me, let alone accept or reject them. It is not a pleasant space to be in, if you are someone who likes the comforts of familiarity and pattern. I am constantly surprised by myself, never knowing how I will respond to things. My reaction to my reactions is varied. Sometimes I wonder at their authenticity, other times, I make myself quite proud. I like being sorted, even if the sieve I have used to separate my good and spoilt parts are sometimes questioned by others. I find that rather satisfying. I want to wonder at me, be a little careful and apprehensive around me. It is better than being taken for granted, at any rate. 

No one is harder on me than, well, me. I am my harshest friend. I say that because, despite all my short-comings, I'm always around, you know, in case I need someone. That sounded crazy, didn't it? But I believe it. We are all our own best friends. Life got a lot simpler for when when I began to run with that.

But I think I need to stop being so critical of myself. It is almost like I expect me to fail at things, to not make it. I have , in many ways, given up on myself. I need to allow myself to fail, to acknowledge people looking at me with disappointment without having it crush me. Rising above others' opinion of you is hard, but rising above your own guilt and embarrassment is life.

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Hopes and Fairy-Tales

It is unfair how much we feel. Our minds are too full, our hearts too sad. We seek solace and happiness with too much desperation. We feel too lucky to be handed scraps of it. We settle for less. We compromise. And we wait. In hope, in pain, in frustration, with reckless anticipation. All this goes on in some form of a cycle until we are no longer there to churn the mills anymore.

I live in my mind. Its the only place I'm honest with myself. People are exhausting. Too hard to figure out. Too random while being the same. I trust sparingly. Anyone could turn around and kill you. No one has their pain and past written across their faces. And no one really tells you what they make of it. Men are hard. Where they draw the line between respecting and objectifying women is a haze. I have a deep mistrust of men. I would rather put up with the petty bickering of women than get to understand men. I am deeply cynical about life. I feel we have to work so hard to get a fraction of what we want that when we achieve a semblance of success, there is only relief and exhaustion to be felt. I feel survival is too much work and not rewarding enough.

And yet I believe in fairy-tale endings. I want a grand event in my life which would take up all my senses and command all my attention. I want to be swept away in a whirlwind chance meeting that has no boundaries. I want to discover myself and all that I am capable of. I want the world, so I know what I would do with it. I want love to be fleeting and hard, impossible and reckless.

So, I live in hope. That one day, I will do justice to my mind that refuses to listen. I hope I find that spark that I am always looking for. I hope life looks at me with some doubt, only to ultimately concede, 'Nah, she needs it.'

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Look Where I Find Myself

Running from the shadows,
Climbing over walls,
Looking through myself
To find I have been here all along,
Look where I find myself.

Observing from a distance,
Wondering at the absurdity of logic,
Hoping to live in the fog
While clawing at it,
Look where I find myself.

I stare, I stop.
I cry, I hurt.
I smile, I die.
I fall, I live.
Look where I find myself.

Monday, 17 March 2014

About Where The Road Should Take Them

This is just a quick comment on the latest Girls' episode, specifically the Adam-Hannah arc. They clearly need a break from each other. It is starting to feel a little exasperating between the two of them. They both seem more at ease away from each other. Adam lamenting how he misses his bachelor pad is funny considering how this is where he composed hostile songs for Hannah and spend most of his time pining for her. This arc needs to take a backseat for a while. Others have far more going on. Shoshanna was really coming to her this season. I would have definitely like to see more of that. Jessa is picking up the pieces of her life, and it feels so good to see her try. Ray and Marnie have a weird connection which I hope grows into something substantial next season.

Lena Dunham definitely wanted us to hate Hannah this season. That has been achieved. She has been deconstructed with brutal honesty all the way to this episode and I could not be more embarrassed for this girl. This only semblance of sympathy I feel is for how things are for her with Adam. This oddball of a situation has taken a life of its own. Its hard to comprehend any of it. Hannah has been horrible to everyone this season, except Adam. She has decided that she is better than everyone and she does not hesitate to give them a piece of her mind. Her office-mates were genuinely nice to her and that worked out great for them (eye roll). She has not made any progress in mending her broken relationship with Marnie which stays pretty much where it was at the end of season two. Jessa has not been around a lot, though I doubt Hannah would listen to her either. She has judged everyone and put them in their place in her mind. So, the only one who can turn her around is Adam. He truly is the only one she has any love and respect for. How this will play out in the finale is interesting, though it does not look good for the two of them.

That said, they need to also stop taking up so much air time when there are other interesting and budding relationships simmering about. Adam Driver has rose to an even more prominent role this season. This show started out as the story of Hannah and her friends. That tone has definitely shifted to accommodate Adam's exponential growth in importance for Hannah. They are a pleasure to watch together, few other TV couples could match their chemistry. But, unless Hannah decides to grow up or is somehow forced to, a temporary break-up between them will be a welcome sight. 

Saturday, 15 March 2014

About Where the Road Will Take Them

HBO's Girls is an important show. It brings about as intense discourse among its haters as it does among its champions. A friend introduced me to it. It has been a while now so to paraphrase what she said: "Give it a go. Its not for everybody." That would suffice to describe the show any day. I did find the nudity and general brash, honest tone of the show unforgiving for a while. But soon you do not notice it anymore. Hannah and Marnie  dancing to Robyn's 'Dancing on my Own' was one of the happiest moments of my life. In them I found a way to not just acknowledge but celebrate the mess and madness in me. I finished the first season in one sitting and came away wiser, albeit a little color-blind. It was quite an experience. I was embarrassed for them, cringed by them, galled by their twisted marriage of self-deplorability and self-worth. But what stood out the most was the quiet birth, growth and subsequent crash of a love story. The guy who I had barely noticed in the first two episodes, Adam, turned out to be the only character on the show without even a shadow of self-involvement.  His love for Hannah was baffling and entirely believable. The eventual fall-out between the two in the season finale was the best confrontation I have seen on television in years. It was brutal to see two people so perfectly in love a while ago hit a blunt dead-end. Adam was too serious about the relationship for Hannah. She, in turn, was too insecure and insensitive for him.

The reunion in the second season always felt a little forced to me. Adam could have used his time away from Hannah to reflect on what did not work between them instead of sloppily trying to get over her. He is capable of it. Hannah leaning on him again only after learning that he had sort of moved on with his life did not ring of sincerity and true love. Still, the finale scene worked for me because I wanted them to be together. Anything less than that dramatic rescue scene would have worked for me too. Adam Driver and Lena Dunham have too much chemistry between them to let it all go to waste. When they are together on screen, they exist in a common shared space. As Hannah Horvath and Adam Sackler, they bring to life one of the most solid TV couples of recent times. As the audience, we do not ask if they are still in love or what draws them to each other. They are very safely in the mysterious territory of 'Love' and we like it that way. They need not get along all the time and will obviously go through the rough patches every relationship is prone to. But they will always find their way back to each other. That is what looks right and we do not know why.

The third season has so far dealt with their personal aspects and how it informs their relationship. Hannah and Adam are not cut out of the same fabric. That was a part of the spark between them to start with. That, however was also at the core of the ugly, disastrous fight between them which ended with Adam temporarily moving out. It was difficult to watch, with me wanting to root for and chide both characters at different moments. Adam's commitment to the play is a reflection of who he is. I would not expect any less than total immersion on his part. This is the guy who teared up at Jessa's sham wedding.  But his disregard for Hannah was difficult to swallow. Earlier, he had zoomed to another city to check on his less than banged up girlfriend. To not bother enough to even call her when she does not turn up all night is a bit of a stretch after that. Her alarm at his attitude is justified. How she goes about trying to fix it is embarrassingly funny, but cut the girl some slack. Adam had sent her a creepy playlist of songs with a deranged performance to go with it after their ugly break up. He crashed into her house and and informed her calmly of his decision to keep pursuing her no matter what. He is in a better place now but that does not necessarily bode well for their relationship. Adam had stepped back into Hannah's life at her very worst phase. He brought her back and her acceptance of their relationship was, in my opinion, shaped by this. The sincerity Adam has for their relationship had scared her so much that she had neatly washed her hands off of the whole thing the first time round. This turnaround in her attitude towards them has been fueled by how he saw her through a period of illness as well as loneliness.

That is why I feel Adam was too harsh on Hannah. He means more to her now than he did when they had started out. He is a huge part of this new found stability in Hannah which we see in every episode this season. This might be a narcissistic girl, with a less than developed understanding of social courtesy. This might be a girl whose has taken detachment to a whole new level of, well, detachment. But this is definitely not a girl falling to pieces and losing control. We may not like what she is doing and how she is doing it, but Hannah is completely in charge.

Adam has now had the opportunity to watch Hannah function in her natural environment. And he does not like what he sees. Her lack of empathy for David's death and the preoccupation with the fate of her book weigh on him. This could be one of the reasons why he exploded on her the way he did. He is beginning to see a shallow and plastic side to her that runs opposite to what he is and believes in. But he, of all people, should know that there is more to Hannah Horvath than meets the eye, or ever will.

Some time away from each other does seem like a good idea for them. They started with a convenient arrangement that did not present much of an opportunity for them to know each other as individuals. Their follow-up relationship was short-lived, to say the least. The break-up unraveled both of them. And only they could have sewed each other up right, which they did. A committed, live-in relationship is no small step and they jumped headlong into it.

So a little rift between them is welcome. They need it, we could live without it but we get it. But they should eventually find each other again. They are the only couple on television whose love and eventual fate bear no shadow of doubt to me. No matter where the road takes them, Narcissist Hannah and Brooding Adam look right only with each other.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Gazing at the Night Sky

Deep inside the hollow heart,
There lies a little me;
She stares at the darkness around,
For that is all she sees.

I am her and she is lost,
Her eyes are staring wide;
She wonders at the silent black,
And it is always night.

 I think of when the stars will show,
To light up the grimness and her;
I wonder if any ray of hope,
Could be so brave and sure.

Sure of its creation,
Profound in its light;
A stroke of white joy,
That rushes past her side.

I look at her now,
Still lost and gazing up;
Holding her knees so close to her chest,
Overcome with hope, waiting for love.