Thursday, May 11, 2006

being schulz!!

they say everyone has one good story.. what was his? what is yours and mine?? does it really matter how one tells his story or if one does or not at all? his story(s) was a depiction of himself through his gang of"peanuts." I heard some one say that they were 'pea' sized and were 'nuts' but he did not want to call them that.. maybe he thought it too simple for much so cynical and complicated a depiction, a normal life..life in the silent sublimity of every indefinite action, once out in the open would not be fearful anymore..it should have been left at his discretion anyway..A journey (since 1950 to 2000) less traversed yet to make one good story last a lifetime or maybe even beyond.. heros' known and forgotten, for battles fought and won, for homers and centuries hit, words said and written but here was a hero made of one who brought a smile to all who shared his dream, all his life.. a peoples' hero, modest and shy, who worked his way to fame by being a person or "lil people" person.. he could not have known for sure then that his reclusive pursuit to reclaim freedom to express would qualify him for two Peabody and Pulitzer Prizes and make him the Hollywood hall of fame.. he borrowed his friends' names to make his characters and what a gang it is..what a huge meme he created through them our very own peanuts.. long live our "sparky".. ">Link

Sunday, May 07, 2006

how much can we live!!

more than half (>50%) of our lifetime when we are in our senses we spend in chasing our dreams which we have made in less than (<10%) of our lifetime that we have spend fantasising and we call ourself successful if we can achieve 50% of our dreams....imagine how much our minds can live if given a chance!!! ">Link

Saturday, May 06, 2006

expressing life unbridled...

after years of relentless reproach to the inefficacious, altruistic simplicity of life...one fine day the realization and clarity of a preponderously contemptuous truth dawns upon oneself...the truth that all along some way or another one has innately pandered an archetype of spawned contradiction, "the self,"... from years of emotional depravity upon the aegis of self immolation, life presents to one, only once in a lifetime, an 'opportunity,' to do something immaculately unceremonious to reason and acceptance from others...as one capitalizes on that opportunity in total surrender to it and without bearing in mind the apparent consequences of an action, for the first time in one's life... in that moment one chooses to be rightfully ignoble to patronizing long superficial congenialities... clearly, people would hold one responsible for that one action and one has to be ready to face the aftermath of that as well...to shoulder the burden of one's expression of volition( misinterpreted as egotistical self preservation). At the time it is done the feeling of completeness merely evades one's foresight in that moment of choice but what good is life with the humble forbearance of owing gratification to being alive and being human...how could one let that only chance slip away, which one has waited in patient yet indiscreet eloquence... through that choice of action one evades from any form of inimical desire to benevolence as opposed to what one did all along. The truth is that it is that choice that helps one find and believe in oneself...all that is to be done is to hold on... to identify that nothing could be as bad as letting life slip away without taking a risk which could last for times to come...to share life with itself... ">Link