Middle Earth.

I spent a good chunk of time trying to control a specific situation. So much so that in the end it controlled me, and I had to let go of it once and for all. This was something that caused me a great deal of pain. What happened next was almost a ricochet. I didn’t let myself control the situation at all, so as not to dive too heavily in still-recently-charted painful territory. And the upshot of that approach wasn’t any happier, I reckon.

So now I’m mostly annoyed with the given circumstance, but a little more enlightened. What I think this means is that the proof that I’ve so desired manifested may not come from solely me, or solely someone else. Perhaps the proof lies somewhere down the middle path. Perhaps the outreach I give is slight, almost a peace offering to the situation, whereby control needn’t be tamed like a bucking stallion, nor dismissed as an insolvent and unfavourable ghost. At the end of the day I know quite well what I want, and I should enable my best interests to be satisfied with a little more flexibility. Right?

But stay, there is one part of me which is fairly inflexible and that is my heart. I’m astonished at its capacities, surprised by its resilience, pestered by its determinations. And so, dare I question, will this inflexibility of heart ever render me educated in exploring Middle Earth? To what extent is this relevant, if my conviction of mind and heart are often side to side? What needs be changed for middle ground to be proposed?

This reminds me of something I wrote ages ago…something called Jacaranda.

O, how I miss someone to talk to about these things. How I wish these things were easier subjects for the mind. And how I wish the day I just had is one of very few I’ve yet to see. I think I need a long vacation again, though I have equal wish that I didn’t always have to escape. But maybe I should…and head to Middle Earth.

Bent & Bubble.

I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it: Every once in a while things happen, where it seems the cosmos is trying to tell you something. If, at least, that it is paying attention.

I randomly placed two seemingly unrelated movies in my Netflix queue on different occasions. Earlier this week, while perusing the queue, I decided I wanted to see them both and brought them to the front.

This Saturday being a near-record-setting scorcher, I decided to stay in and enjoy a mini movies marathon with air con. I had three movies from Netflix and randomly picked to watch Bubble (2006) first, and then Bent (1997), and then a last one. It turns out that Bubble has a scene depicting a specific act from a play…a play which ended up being the one Bent is based on. I was a little dumbfounded when I saw the same dialogue happening as I watched the second movie. And now I rack my brain wondering what’s to be learned from these two poignant, connected movies. Cosmos, care to enlighten?

Do you have what it takes to be India’s next top air hostess?

Or rather, it’s more of a question regarding what you don’t have…such as bad skin, bad teeth, and, more recently, extra baggage.

Quote of the Day.

“You don’t procrastinate. You wait until you can do things perfectly.”

~Linda LaRue

(Quoted by Linda’s sister [MB's aunt] during LaRueFest April 2008 dinner festivities at St-Ex.)

Papa’s Got A Brand New Blog.

Well, brand new blog in terms of look, url, design, etc. I’m still me, and will still be doing the same as I did with the previous incarnation—still to be found here: What Cooks?

The major difference being that this is not married to Friendster/Typepad and anyone can leave comments. So far, I really like it.

There will be a sister site “Happy Tribe” in partnership with friends (they may not be entirely aware of this yet), but details on that will come…building that one too currently.

Anywho. Back to black and back to blogging.