Life is fleeting

I was standing there.  And before the moment could pass, I held it close to my heart.  I was there at a realm where the past and present surrounded me.  I saw my current dissolving into the many pasts, the future seductively moving towards me.

Ironically unlike all other moments, I was in the know that after this, things will change.  I was there, conscious of the undercurrent change but I could not retain the state that was so endearing.  It was beyond my ability to hold it longer and not let go. Though I was conscious of the uninvited transition, I was helpless.  There was nothing I could do but watch it slip away.

Living in a world where everything is a passing moment, my effort was futile.

It was as if my very own life was taking me for a ride.


Bad for the Soul (and spirit)

Few friends have recommended that I watch ‘The Conjuring’, currently showing in cinemas. I have for a while now abstained the horror genre.

I wonder, why would anyone pay to be made frightened and I heard them who had seen the movie is unable to sleep without the lights off, at least for a few days?

Just yesterday, another friend, incessantly urging us to go catch the show. I grew up with Exorcist, Child’s Play and Freddy Krueger’s series and for many years now made up my mind not to do that that could hurt the spirit.

Save the time for something more alluring, such as Christopher Nolan’s Inception, or The Matrix. These could set my mind into a frenzy whirlwind of endless vistas the mind could grasp thus  quench the curious mind.

I enjoy trillers, rom-coms, fantasies, most movies there is. Not slap-stick though, and that’s another subject altogether.

Is life more interesting with having the horror genre in one’s movie list? Should I?

The Psychopath Test

psychopath test

So I wanted to feed my mind with something more mind-rattling…I picked up Jon Ronson’s ‘The Psychopath Test‘.  I loved the first chapter. It was gripping, a little disturbing.  Just exactly what I needed.  The subsequent chapters, explored different spheres of insanity; some a little too close to home. There’s the man who faked madness (to avoid jailterm), a reputable CEO, an MI5 officer turned Messiah, and the Scientology warfare.

And like Ronson, by mid chapter I started to think about people whom I know, whom fit the bill. Most of them I didn’t like.

To be fair I didn’t spare myself. With Bob Hare 20-point Checklist, a shoddy self-diagnosis detected borderline psychopathy.

Title: The Psychopath Test
Author: Jon Ronson
Hunger level: Burp! …time for dessert!