The bias against the Dark

Life and its various aspects do seem interesting. We try to figure out the many metaphors that can be fit into a frame of thought so that we can with ease reflect upon the beauty and complexity of life.

But does anyone talk of death?

Maybe the afterlife comes into the picture, but that too is the after-LIFE. Why can't we call it after-DEATH?

It's simple. People like to reflect upon the lighter aspects of light. The white is always preferred because white can be dirtied and stained with our prejudices and biases. Nobody sees the true colour that is black, kept pure and unaffected by the prejudices. In light, we see all the differences but in darkness, all is the same.

In life, we see so many metaphors, in death?

Why is it that we see death as disgusting? Why can't anyone see the beauty of death?

Maybe with a little more probing, our minds will some day accept that there is this concept that should be dealt with for it too deserves a better understanding. is it because of the people who use the darkness for wrong? Or is it a mere misunderstanding or misinterpretation of the dark? Do we realise that in either scenario, we are kept in the dark about the darkness that we think is so dark that we try to end the darkness with light? Words matter and their propagation matters the most.

Maybe it is this very bias of light and dark that my blog might not appeal to many. Understandable. I will keep hitting the keys on my laptop till the day they are heard by someone. Wonder how many people out there who have such unheard voices because of the technological darkness that prevails in our lives wish to be heard...

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Ixius... Coming soon...

It has once again been a while since I have written my last post. I don't have any excuses for it. I simply didn't want to. However, I was working on some other important stuff. I would rather not disclose everything that I was working on, however I may say this: It had been almost a year since I did something about my passion for films (making films that is). And finally, last Sunday, after a long vacation, Ixius Films finally shot its next short.

Again, this comes to my mind, why do I blog about all this?

Simple: because I love it.

Check out my films on any of the following links and well, I hope my next can outdo those.

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/IxiusFilms

YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/IxiusFilms

Well, I'm not a huge fan of Social Media but hey, sometimes you just have to keep yourself updated with the dying generation.

May Your Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Awaiting the Seasonal Change

So the new day has begun, quite some time back. In an almost gloomy sunlight, we are awaiting the dark yet exuberant monsoons. After the heatstrokes of our polluted realms, we eagerly wait for the cool and wet monsoons to come wash our sweat and sins away. Life, as we know it, changes from season to season. Our souls change as well? Or do they simply remember what was once forgotten?

It is but a simple lack of understanding that we face.

When the soul and the body accompany us, even the darkest of the depths can become the most welcoming of spots. The dark clouds of the approaching monsoon storms are evident to this.

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Apocalypse Approaching....

About two weeks have passed.

Pressure and positivity seem to be in the lacking.

Oscillatory motions have begun to recede.

Convulsions and copulations are nothing but sins.

Anarchy is in the making.

Liars and cheaters rule our world.

Yes, it is the sad truth.

Probably this is the worst post yet.

Senseless, yet maybe something worthy.

End is near.

And yet we know it not.

People are dying.

Perfumed radiation.

Reactions are lethargic.

Obviousness is not that obvious.

And Swag meets Yolo for a date.

Common Sense is the most uncommon.

Hungover nights and memory imploding.

Improper life.

Never to be understood.

Good-bye fucktards.

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Doomsday Premonition?

Evil reprises as dirt begins to fade

Love and hatred mate on sand

And burn along with sickle and spade

With worms squiggling with dying filth

And the Demons of dawn succumb

To the spreading of the plagues’ wealth

The blood is dripping from mouths platonic

And eyes are gouging with shame ridden low

Satan laughs as Hell crusades on the catatonic

And life becomes the apocalypse we all awaited for

The Gods are no longer there for us

They committed self-righteous holy suicide

The nectars and waters all filled with pus

As blood flies begin to feast upon our eyes

The day has come for madness to commence

As people will all disappear in the day

Life as we know will come to and end as

The dead will return to rule the realms of us mortals

And we will be no longer existing

As the minds of our selves will guide us to our sepulchers

Apocalyptic

The sinister mask of death that stares at my face with hollow eyes follows me beyond every checkpoint of my horrible nightmare. There must be a reason why the iron tree that I saw burning did not melt. Maybe it was the miniature particles around it that the birds dropped. All life shall end. Every angel shall be castrated and every demonic flame extinguished.

When light and dark copulate to populate our wildest fears, that is when we know the end is near. The gaseous residues that burn our world, the chemical warfare that we induce unto our own, that will be the end of us.

Paper wealth is nothing compared to the riches that Mother Earth was robbed off.

This is only but the first cycle of our nightmarish sleep.

Be wary my friend.

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Mistakes

Why is it that we all make mistakes? Why is it, that we never want to learn from the mistakes of others? Is it so important for each and every one of us to make the same mistakes by ourselves and learn the lesson that someone so dear to us was trying to teach us?

Is it our ego that marks upon our decisions or is it our emotions? What controls them more? The Ego , the Emotions, or is it something more?

Why is it that every time we mug up for an exam, we remember most? Why is it that we get anxious over numbers that are imaginary and devised only to prove our worth, but mean nothing?

It is all a pretentious farce!

We live in a world that teaches us to live life in a particular way. There are rights and there are wrongs. No subjective viewpoints. That is the way the world functions. It is not by observation, but by being told. Then why, do we not listen to the more important things in life?

A blogpost is no place to find enlightenment, but you never know, what may strike you as inspirational. If I can find inspiration in a dead puppy, you can find it in a candy wrapper. Who is to say?

And what if we make mistakes? Are we wasting our time? Yes, probably! When we know it's a mistake and yet we pursue it. That is utter bullshit. Learn to live and not waste time. And learn the difference between recreation, leisure and wasting time too. You may be making a mistake in choosing the wrong option.

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!

Strangulation

Strangulation. The tepid ropes of the vile education system curled themselves against the Adam’s apple of his throat as he lay writhing in pain from the fever that had engulfed his numb body. He was lying there, sweating profusely, crying silently over the spiritual disaster that was his life. For a long time the potholes of the princely societal acceptance had haunted his smooth ride in life, making every possible bump as painful as can be. Hell cannot even hope to be so sadistic. And his state at the moment was hell. Hell to the truest form.

The ceiling fan moved silently, like a ninja slicing the air around with its assassin’s blade. The air grew old and aged as time passed in the night. Beads of sweat swarmed his face, his body, his hairy legs. The bed seemed too small to hold in his big dilemma. The sheets too tiny to keep him warm to the fullest. He had covered his face, breathing the carbon that he had exhaled only a few moments back. The darkness of the night had only but profoundly bled out dry, only to leave behind dark bruises in the atmosphere that was his room. The same room he lived, no, the same room he existed. Living is a term debatable for this sort of life. An education that has no meaning, pursuing a piece of paper that holds your dignity and walk shamefully if it cannot be achieved. This is the narrow-minded lifestyle that they all lived. His peers. His perpetrators. His parents.

He fell asleep talking to his girlfriend, knowing that he was tired. But the fever that dawned upon him knew not its limits. It wasn’t just a physical ailment; it was much more. The scars and bruises were not left on the outer shell of the human body that was his self, but deeper inside. The scars lay on his mind. The bruises painted his soul. The stink and rot of a lustful craving for self destruction had been clinging onto his back forcefully kept there for a better status in society.

But what would these social bastards know of the pains and penance a little man like him would pay for that unchecked and adulterated dignity? What would his friends know of the agony of anointing ink in the wasteful use of thoughtless words? What would the very non-existent God do if challenged about the pains? There were no answers to these rhetoric doubts that flooded him as he lay, writhing in pain.

Was it the food that sickened him? The tiring day in a disgusting place full of filthy, despicable and tasteless fools who lived only because they had a life, exhausted his living strength? What was it that troubled his soul to the extent that the physical attributes attached had to suffer like Icarus who tried only to fly. It was this. The troubles and times of past that haunted him. Mistakes that had trodden him down before, that were in effect again, at a different pace, at a different magnitude, but mistakes nonetheless.  

A Thought on Life

I was once told, that no matter what you do in life, you must always be the best at it. Even if you end up being a mere gardener, be that gardener that people would pay craploads to hire. And they would not hire you, they would request for your services. That is the kind of person you should be, that is the kind of professional you should be!If you cook, be that cook who can overcharge for his skills and never be questioned. Be that filmmaker whose expertise can never be questioned and whose work can seldom be criticised. Be that person who works not for other people, but whom other people wish to work with.Professions are only a way to spend your time, earn your money and waste your life in. But if you do something you love, something that doesn't feel like a chore and something that can give you and your loved ones enough time and resources to live a happy life, that is all you need. At least, that is all that I believe you need.Who needs a sports bike or a super car? You can walk, spread less pollution, and live healthy. Who needs a housekeeper? Learn to wash your own dishes. If you weren't brought up in that kind of environment, make sure you make that kind of environment when you come in control of your life. After all, your life is under your control. Your influence is what will shape the lives of the people around you.To be happy, choose what you must, but choose wisely.

May the Darkness guide you to Your Light!