Tuesday, March 31, 2009

The Valley of Unrest (My favorite poem)

by Edgar Allan Poe; 1831
_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay,
_Now_ each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless--
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Unceasingly, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:--from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:--from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Christopher - an ode

An ode, in pics, to my favorite male model named Christopher:
Christopher has been photographed by Paul Farnham. The great beautiful desert skies serve as the backdrop. Amazing.
[Pic courtesy: Google]

Feeling Hot-hot-hot!!!

It's hot to be young,
It's hot to cut loose,
It's hot be put in the water with the sharks,
It's hot to try out fresh manoeuvres...
It's hot to be hangin' on to the sacred pleasures
And secretly celebrate a whole lotta shit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... it's hot to live life
Like there's no tomorrow,
Even playing with ya life, there's nothing right
There's nothing wrong
After all, life ain't no walk in the park -
It's a make it, or break it
Life lasts as long as one feels
The hot pulse, the hard throbbin',
heart-pumpin', adrenalin rushin' youth!
Play it in the raw!

The HeebieJeebies

Am I having the heebie-jeebies - a nervous depression - or am I past it?
If it is the latter, then I would like to heave a sigh of relief and in a bout of celebratory madness would very much like to yell my lungs out and scare the birds away!
And, if it is the former, then would like to look at the illusory pics below (assembled from the Net) that would make me question the apparent sanity and normalcy that hides under the surface of a disturbing reality and turns the tables on the questionable parameters guiding our vision & our perspectives!

Sunday, March 29, 2009


Memory and emotion are intimately linked biochemically, with hormones like adrenaline actively involved in forming the neurological patterns we call memories. Any kind of emotional experience will create a stronger memory than otherwise would be created. We remember our embarrassments, our failures, our fender benders.
On the face of it, that doesn't seem especially surprising: We feel strong emotion at important events, which are obviously more memorable than ordinary moments. But the connection is much deeper than that and dates back to our deepest evolutionary past. The major purpose of memory, is to predict the future. An animal that can remember the significance of that large, nasty-looking thing with the big teeth and sharp claws will survive longer and produce more offspring.

Net Funda [Courtesy: Google]:
What happens biochemically is that when faced with an emotion-charged situation, such as a threat, our bodies release the stress hormones adrenaline and cortisol. Among other things, these signal the amygdala, a tiny, neuron-rich structure nestled inside the brain's medial temporal lobes, which responds by releasing another hormone, called norepinephrine. Norepinephrine does two important things. First, it kicks the body's autonomic nervous system into overdrive: the heart beats faster, respiration quickens, and the muscles tense in anticipation of a burst of physical exertion.
Second, even as it's kick-starting the body, the amygdala sends out a crackle of signals to the rest of the brain. Some of them put the senses on high alert, ready to deal with a threat. But these signals also tell the neurons that any memories recorded in the next few minutes need to be especially robust.
Memory can indeed be enhanced artificially. It's not necessarily a good idea, though. If someone is given a shot of adrenaline, the memory temporarily improves. But it also drives up the heart rate, so it could be dangerous for the elderly. Other memory enhancers, like Ritalin or amphetamines, used by college students to cram for exams, are highly addictive. Unfortunately, for people with truly serious memory problems, existing drugs are not yet powerful enough or nice enough.
For people haunted consciously or unconsciously by painful memories, there may be hope. The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder syndrome is the result of brain chemicals reinforcing themselves in a cerebral vicious circle. In the aftermath of a traumatic event, we tend to think more about it, and the more we think about it, the more likely we are to release further stress hormones, and the more likely they are to act to make the memory of that event even stronger.
Even without anything approaching a complete understanding of the complexities of the human brain, neurologists and psychopharmacologists have come up with dozens of medications to treat schizophrenia, depression and other disorders. The next batch of psychoactive drugs could provide ammunition against the even more mysterious disorders of memory.

The Other Side of Childhood

When recalling my own childhood memories, I realize they are so disturbingly emotional and painful at times that I dare not speak about them on a public platform. I never do. I try not to open up on those lines even to my so called 'close' friends..
One of my early memories was one of terror. I was very young, about seven or eight years old. I found myself being physically violated by one of my teenage cousins. I had been taking an afternoon nap, when this brother of mine came from behind and slid under my blanket, it was winter. I had the blanket pulled almost nearer to my head. I remember a lot of the trivial details like the color of my shirt and and that of the balnket and many other similar stuff. But I cannot really recall the sequence of that traumatic experience. However, to this day, I can’t stand anything over my face and head.
I remember being accused of saying something derogatory about that cousin of mine sometime later, obviously I had not spoken about the actual act of sodomy - I could never have pleaded helplessness, that's what I thought, that's what bothered me, I couldn't prove it wasn’t me who should have been reprimanded!!!!!! Perhaps that’s why I can’t tolerate movies about people who are charged with crimes they didn’t commit.

Vijender & Akki

Since I wrote last on my blog, many things have happened (nationally, internatonally & also in my personal sphere), but I am feeling disinclned to post a write-up recollecting the key events (I have commented on many on others' blogs or on e-space in general). Rather, would like to take a bow to two personalities - one from sports & the other from cinema - who came together for a rare event last October for the 'Make A- Wish' foundation in Mumbai. Olympic Bronze medallist Vijender Singh and action hero Akshay Kumar are two of my favorites, and here's taking a bow to these 'heroes'.

HeLLo OnCe mOrE


I have apparently been branded a slow blogger by many of my e-friends, who have scrapped their disapproval on my Orkut scrapbook. Well, I cannot blame them..... I AM writing again after a REALLY LONG TIME!

SLOW BLOGGING, as I found out from the Net, is "a rejection of immediacy … an affirmation that not all things worth reading are written quickly” - and more. Obviously, I have NOT consciously preofessed such cultivated differential statement and nor do I choose to uphold such a manifesto. So, here I am..... saying HeLLo OnCe mOrE!