Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts

Friday, 25 September 2009

Oh these little gendered boxes into which we must all fit!

(Started writing this some time in March 2008)


For a long time I have held the opinion that men are also creatures oppressed by society.

What made me realise this again was an incident that occurred involving my car and me. Basically, it wouldn't start. Even though I have been driving for about 6 years now, and know where the hawa-paani goes, I get stuck when something out of the ordinary happens. I was quite close to home, so our driver came and tried to figure stuff out for me, and was soon joined in by other men eager to help. I was feeling quite silly just standing around helplessly in the parking lot.

As a woman, if I don't know much about cars, I know I will not be mocked. I feel quite comfortable asking for help and admitting my limitations. I have to admit, that a woman can play the "bhaiya, dekho gaadi start hi nahi ho rahi" (The "Look, my car wont start" plea) card. They don't expect us to know anyway. So they have mixed feelings of superiority, sympathy and wanting to be the knight in shining armour to save the damsel in distress.

What would have happened if a man had been driving? If stuck, I doubt he would be able to ask for help as easily as I could. He would of course be crumbling under the pressure of the expectation of having to know. He would fear becoming the subject of other men's jokes- "Arre yeh bhi nahi pata? Aur saala gaadi chalata hai!

I felt bad, and I sighed for women and men. Women and men who are members, perpetrators and victims of a society where expectations of one's capability are frequently based on one's gender.

Two days later, someone sent me a ".pps" entitled "Boutros Boutros Ghali's Thoughts on Women"

Some seem poignant enough to be shared here now

"For every strong woman tired of faking weakness, there is a weak man tired of faking strength. For every woman tired of being labeled 'emotional', there is a man who has been denied the right to cry. For every sportswoman whose femininity is questioned, there is a man forced to compete in order to give testimony of his virility. For every woman who has not had access to a dignified salary, there is a man forced to bear the economic responsibility for another human being. For every woman who steps forward towards her freedom, there is a man who rediscovers his road to liberty."

I don't know if BBG really thought these thoughts, but it doesn't matter. At least not for this post.

In a dissertation submitted a few years ago, I volunteered the suggestion that the solution to societal problems pertaining to gender lies in a mythological construct- Ardhinareshwara. A symbol of a God who is half male and half female. In the language of Carl Jung, someone who combines the Anima and Animus in perfect balance. Gender stereotypes that lie at the bottom of nearly all oppressive attitudes and practices against men and women will dissipate if one recognises as one's ideal, the attainment of an inner self that is 'human' rather than 'man' or 'woman'. Isn't that obviously a more wholesome ideal to aspire towards, than shutting off your 'masculine' or 'feminine' side?

I dislike using these terms. I recognise that using gendered terms to signify a certain way of being automatically assumes the very categorisation based on gender that I am trying to place the blame on for many of society's problems. As I discussed at a conference on Carl Jung with my good friend Comfort, I had a problem with his use of the words Anima and Animus to mean the unconscious feminine parts in the male and the unconscious masculine parts in the female respectively. Of course, I understand that Jung used the words he did, and I am using the words that I am, partly for linguistic convenience, and partly in recognition of the fact that society is organised a certain way, and in order to move forward from that way to a better one, one must begin by communicating in the language of the present. I am merely highlighting the gendered nature of our constructions by asking - Who decided that these parts were feminine or masculine? Let it be known that I do resent the fact that certain traits are considered 'masculine' or 'feminine'.

For women, this coming together of so called masculine or feminine traits may involve, among other things, admitting their interest in football (and having a discussion about it where one's views are taken seriously rather than assumed to be the result of a crush on a good-looking footballer!), curiosity to learn how a car works, or greater freedom to follow their chosen career path. For men, it might lead to being able to admit they have no interest in sports or don't know how to fix a broken car engine using their (pardon the metaphor) big, manly tool.

I don't think it is fair that women have the option of staying home and not working after marriage, for example, where the very idea that a man should want to do so is regarded with shock and horror. Most people dislike working, but do it because they have to. Why is it okay for women to relinquish economic responsibility for themselves, but god forbid a man should do the same ? It is sad that one has to work to survive, that much is true. But given that the state of affairs is such, given that everyone must work to survive, why are women excluded more easily from this "everyone" than men are?

Nor do I appreciate the fact that a woman has to know how to cook, while a man can get by on takeaways for years without having to hear "Tsk tsk, you should learn how to cook!", or be received with shock and surprise when they admit they enjoy cooking. Do men not eat or enjoy home cooked meals? Or do women have fragile digestive systems that can't stomach takeaways? As an example I offer myself. I never cooked for the first 24 years of my life. Then I moved to a foreign country and picked up the ladle and pan. Not because of any externally imposed expectations. My actions were motivated wholly by self preservation and interest because a. I am a vegetarian and b. I love Indian food and neither of these two things are available in sufficient amount and/or variety in my new country of residence.

People's decisions about their own and others' lives should be based on what is best for an individual, rather than for a man or woman. Different rules mean different attitudes and assumptions about what a man or woman can do/should do/ should not do/ is good at/ is fit for/ or deserves. And that, in my humble opinion, is something we can all do without, non?

Oh how glorious the day shall be, when we no longer say or hear the words "Be a man!" or "Don't do that, it's not womanly!"

The latter brings to my mind a situation in which this phrase is most often used- adopting a certain posture while seated. Agreed that it may look unattractive when a woman sits slouched in her seat with her legs splayed apart. But believe me, the sight of a man doing the same doesn't really set hearts racing either.







Monday, 10 August 2009

On marriage

Beyond thyself shalt thou build. But first of all must thou be built thyself, rectangular in body and soul...

...Not only onward shalt thou propagate thyself, but upward! For that purpose may the garden of marriage help thee!

...Marriage: so call I the will of the twain to create the one that is more than those who created it.
...The reverence for one another, as those exercising such a will, call I marriage.


...Far from me also be the God who limpeth thither to bless what he hath not matched!

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

Of chapatis, chauvinism and other words beginning with the same letters that I would rather not mention

Our society is composed of arrogant fools whose self confidence is derived more from their social status and nawabi than their actual worth.

A conversation that ensued at the dinner table with the family was what started off my thoughts on the subject that ended with the above conclusion.

We eat rotis here, in this part of the world. And at the dinner table usually indicate when we reach the last one so that the woman who is making them in the kitchen doesn't stack them up unnecessarily for them to become stale the next day.

A visiting relative, after indicating his saturation point as far as rotis were concerned, commented on how someone he knew (lets call him Snoot) went to dinner to someone else's home and was very offended when asked to tell how many rotis were needed at the table.

The next day, this personification of arrogance made the most rude and hurtful remark to the woman of the house.

He asked her if her husband was earning well and received his pay checks on time, because "tumhare ghar mein toh gin kar roti banti hai" (in your home, you have to count the rotis before you make them)

Of course, I do not think there is anything wrong at all in finding out beforehand, so that one doesn't waste any food, or effort in making rotis that aren't going to be consumed during the same meal. Others on the table also agreed, but El Padre said that while he didn't think it was wrong, he understood the perspective of the gentleman described above. He said that in north India, it isn't considered socially appropriate to ask how many rotis one will have.
Why?
His logic is that if you ask someone if they will have more rotis, they will not say no even if they wanted more.

Now, I think it all depends on the manner in which the question is asked.

Asking someone, "aap roti toh nahi lenge na" (you wont have any more will you?) isnt right, as one doesn't find it comfortable to respond to a negative assumption with an affirmation.

Asking someone "aap roti toh aur lenge" (you will have one more, wont you) is fine, as it assumes that the person will, establishes that you will very much like him to have more, and are only asking to confirm so that you don't burden him with the already prepared roti if he doesn't want one.

Clearly, the Snoot wasn't making his sick and despicable remark because he felt pressured to say no when he wanted to say yes. He clearly thought it was beneath him to mention that he wanted to have 2-3-4 or 18 more rotis, because it was beneath him to have to answer a question of this nature. Nawabs probably didn't do that. The idea being that your social status is determined by the fact that you can afford to waste a few rotis and allow the food to spill over even if it isnt required, because you are well off enough to be able to spare a few extra grains of wheat.

What a shame. And what a sad person he is, if he has to prove his superiority in this manner- by downgrading the status of another. Of course, without giving sufficient regard to the fact that this man may have been an acquaintance of my visiting relative, I made my views about his behaviour quite clear.

Also, how come no one objects to this when one is paying for the rotis out of their own pockets at a restaurant? Do we not indicate to the waiter, whether more bread is needed? Or do we, Mr Snoot, wait for him to bring a basketful before us, and charge us for it?

So is it a question of disregard for an other's effort and money, whereas one holds one's own dear?
I am puzzled by how one's ego can be deflated by this most simple and non controversial question. How is it that one can feel offended when asked about one's dietary requirements?

All this is also, in my humble opinion, related in a subtle way to patriarchal values and customs.

How?

You think the women who cook for themselves and are last to eat keep going, without deciding in advance about which will be the last roti?

Men who take offence to such trivial things, are those men, who in a patriarchal set up, eat first, and feel rather king-like when the women serve them*. They probably feel that they needn't worry about these petty things, because even if the rotis are extra and piling up, the women who eat after they are done will happily consume them.

Like nawabs, whose slaves would take of the remains after they are done.
(*Seriously. Such men make me sick. They wouldn't even lift a finger to pick a slice of cucumber off the salad plate and expect their wives, daughters and daughter in laws to scurry about, fussing over them.)

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Tootey hue dilwalon ki aan, aur hi kuchh hai

Ya khuda talib-e-akseer ko akseer mile
Hum ko khak- e -dar- e- jaanaana mubarak bashad
Mataa-e- be baha hai dard -o -soz- e- arzoomandi
Maqaam- e- bandagi de kar na loon shaan- e- khudawandi**

(A translation)
May those who seek cures be granted cures
For me the dust at the beloved's doorstep is blessing enough
For me, the passion and anguish of longing is an unlimited treasure
I shall not trade my place of humble submission
for the glory of Godliness.

** Hazrat Shah Niyaz...

...A man who, among others, has definitely shaped my being in the loveliest of ways.

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Hum mandir ke darwaze nahi khat-khataate, but this is one of those things that ought to be said

me: You're great, you know that?

.....

Tushar: :)
Spread the word then ___!!!
:D


me: err...
thinking of ways to do that


Tushar: ha ha ha.....
that should be an interesting brainstorming session


me: among friends etc the word is spread. I am fairly vocal about which people I like etc .
me: as for others....


Tushar: awww... so sweet


me: (tapping fingers on table)
(in a pensive fashion)


Tushar: (that's more like impatience)
(tap temples)


me: I am not a temple tapper


Tushar: hehehe


me: pun- religious i.e.- very intended !


Tushar: :)



So here it is world! This boy is indeed quite wonderful. Good person to have around. The Holy Cow, at least, is glad that her life crossed paths with his.



There.



I think I 'prachaar karofy' quite well.

Thursday, 15 May 2008

Friday, 9 May 2008

Tere vaade par jiye hum
Toh yeh jaan jhoot jaana
Ki khushi se mar na jaate,
Agar aitbaar hota?

(To say that I live because of your promise to me,
Would make this life of mine a lie.
For would I not have died of sheer joy,
Had I trusted it to be sincere?)


Aye Mirza Ghalib,
Tujhpe koi apni jaan chhidke... to bhi kam hai.

Friday, 11 April 2008

Some Ophthalmological Consequences of the Anatomical Differences Between theTwo Sexes*

TQ: When you check men out, do you look at anatomy?

Holy Cow: Umm....Don't think so. No.

TQ: Okay

Holy Cow: In fact, any man dressed in attire which even allows you to do that, is clearly not worth checking out and is best avoided.

* Idea for title inspired by a paper by Sigmund Freud on "Some Psychological Consequences of the Anatomical Differences Between the Two Sexes"

Monday, 10 March 2008

Om Madan Prakash Narayan Shivpuri


Conversation between TQ and Holy Cow (A classic example of the randomness that the two of them are capable of)

TQ- So, who killed Ms. McKenzie? (Asking about a mystery novel she was reading)

Holy Cow- Umm.....Om Shivpuri (Keen to jump at a chance to create tumult and confusion)

TQ-Who the hell is Om Shivpuri

Holy Cow- He is the guy in Gumnaam. The one who ends up being the murderer...no?

TQ- Hain?

Holy Cow- Arre, the fellow in Gumnaam yaar! Don’t you remember Om Shivpuri?

TQ- There is no one by that name!

Holy Cow- Of course there is! Okay, he may not be the guy in Gumnaam, but I know there is someone by that name from old Bollywood.

TQ- This guy is someone else. Om Shivpuri is that guy is Karz

Holy Cow- Which guy in Karz?

TQ- The villain. Sir Judah.

Holy Cow- (Laughing at the name)- Who is Sir Judah?

TQ- That guy at the end. The one who cant speak and communicates only in sign language

Holy Cow- What does he look like? I don’t think he is the same guy from Gumnaam. Because he is not ringing a bell at all! And I have seen Karz twice! The Om Shivpuri I am talking about is a mustachioed man.

TQ- Sir Judah also had a moustache. And he was bald

Holy Cow- He was bald but he had a moustache? How vague is that!

TQ- Why? Chacha Chaudhury is bald and has a moustache!

Holy Cow- Yeah, but he wears a turban so it doesn’t count. Coz we can’t see it.

TQ- I think the guy you mean is some Prakash. Om Prakash!

Holy Cow- Oh yeah!! It could be Om Prakash!

TQ- I don’t know, Om Shivpuri is not having the “aha” quality to the name.

Holy Cow- Oh ho, there is an Om Shivpuri for sure.

TQ- You know, now that you have said the name sp much, it is starting to ring a bell. Though I am also getting a hint of Narayan

Holy Cow- maybe his name was Narayan Om Prakash

TQ- Now we are just going to Kaashi- Mathura! Who is that guy who gets mimicked a lot?

Holy Cow- Oh right. He is Om Prakash. Back to square one. Tell me what this Sir Judah looks like.

TQ- He doesn’t have many teeth

Holy Cow- He doesn’t have many teeth?? That’s what you’re giving me to work with? He doesn’t have many teeth??

TQ- (Laughing uncontrollably now) yeah!

Holy Cow- So we have a bald, fat, tooth less, mustachioed man who cant speak.

TQ- Who was the guy who played Mogambo ?

Holy Cow- Amrish puri

TQ- Oh yeah. His elder brother I think is Om Shivpuri.

Holy Cow- Hmmm.... Is Sir Judah the same as the guy who comes as the rich father in most Bmitabh Bachchan movies?

TQ- No no. Sir Judah doesn’t come as father figure. He only comes as a villain.

Holy Cow- Then who is that guy!?!

TQ- Okay. The guy who gets mimicked is Om Prakash for sure right! So he is in the clear.

Holy Cow- yeah. I don’t know why I am sure that the Gumnaam guy is Om Shivpuri . Though this Sir Judah is boggling the mind.

TQ- Don’t you remember him, he was being massaged by naked women in his little pool in his room. Like a buffalo.

Holy Cow- So now we have a bald mustachioed buffalo without many teeth being massaged by naked women??
Holy Cow- Was Sir Judah fat in absolute terms or relative?

TQ- Absolute

Holy Cow- My gumnaam guy was not fat. And in his defense, he didn’t have any hair loss issues either!

TQ- I know. I have established the chronology of events. Gumnaam was much older than Karz. So maybe the Gumnaam guy was young, had hair and teeth and was thinner. And then when he did Karz, he had lost his hair, gained weight and lost his teeth.

Holy Cow- Ha ha, Isn’t one supposed to become frail and thin when one is old?

TQ- he wasn’t that old ..that he was wasting away! Okay, Google for three things. Gumnaam cast, Karz cast and Om Shivpuri.

Meanwhile....TQ had asked her brother who apparently is a film wiz.

TQ- Okay. He says that Sir Judah is Madan Puri, who is Amrish Puri's brother who is also the guy in Gumnaam. Om shivpuri is the guy who plays Vardan in Don.

Holy Cow- Okay. So Om Shivpuri is the guy who I meant as the one playing father figure in Amitabh films.

TQ- yeah.

Holy Cow- I am not convinced about Sir Judah being same as Gumnaam guy. Did Sir judah have blue eyes?

TQ_ Gumnaam was black and white! How would you make anything out with eye colour?

Holy Cow- Gumnaam was in colour! Don’t you remember Mehmood's dream sequence of "hum kaale hain to kya hua?"

TQ- oh yeah yeah. Well, Madan Puri was the same as Sir Judah. The murderer in Gumnaam is Madan Puri. The bearded chap

Holy Cow- Whoa! Hold on a minute! My chap doesn’t have a beard!

TQ- Well the murderer in Gumnaam was bearded.

Holy Cow- there is a chance I am wrong about my chap being the murderer. Oooh…was there a Madan Mohan? An actor by that name I mean?

TQ- You are confusing Madan Puri with Mac Mohan

Holy Cow- Please! Mac Mohan was such a frail little thing

…….

The conversation flickered to an end.

On Googling for the above mentioned, it turned out that:-

1. The murderer in Gumnaam was Madan Puri. The Holy Cow was pleased to find that his face matched the one she had in her head.
2. Sir Judah in Karz was Prem Nath and not Madan Puri. And yes, Prem Nath is quite fat. Though his dental description requires further exploration.
3. Om Shivpuri is the the man who played father figure ish roles in a lot of Amitabh bachchan films.
4. Madan Puri is Amrish Puri’s brother.




Friday, 15 February 2008

Billa # 786


There are very few things that give me uncomplicated and unadulterated joy. One of them, is watching Amitabh Bachchan in his older, pre Lal Badshah, films.

Oh what a hero he was! Zanjeer, Don, Deewar, Sholay, Muqaddar ka Sikandar, Sharabi, Lawaaris, Namak Halal, Silsila... Hero-giri was never better.

Recognising the mania that still forms an unbeatable aura around Amitabh Bachchan, SET MAX is doing an 'Ab Tak Bachchan' festival where they show Amitabh movies every night. I am happy. Champions league still hasnt resumed, and yet TV remains watchable

Deewar is showing right now, as I write this post.

Now I like this film. One of my favourite Amitabh films definitely. And the man is devastatingly sexy in it. I have just finished rambling about the film to a poor soul who has to put up with me. But it's been quite a lot of fun for me honestly!

It's made more fun by the fact that I know half the lines of the film. Not just by Amitabh, but by villains # 1 and 2- Daavar and Samant, Nirupa Roy- who always ends up playing his blind/widowed/destitute mother, and bubbly Shashi Kapoor.

Some lines I like

Part I- The obvious ones
"Sahib, mein phenke hue paise nahi uthaata" "Is ladke par nazar rakhna. Yeh lambi race ka ghoda hai" (Iftikar aka Daavar aka villain # 1) "Sahib, bahut saal pehle aap us hi footpath par apne joote polish karvate the...Sahib, main aaj bhi pheke hue paise nahi uthaata"

"Beta, tu koi aisa kaam to nahi kar raha, jo tujhe nahi karna chahiye?" (Nirupa Roy worriedly asks, when Amitabh shows her a palatial house he has bought)

To which our hero responds coolly-
"Nahi Ma, main koi aisa kaam nahi kar raha jo mujhe nahi karna chahiye" (He has become a smuggler. But emphasis on this line, because in the eyes of the angry young man, he is only crooked because of what his crooked fate has dealt him)

Scene: Nirupa Roy standing between two brothers- Amit and Shashi- with one hand blessing each one. She says "Bhagwan tum dono ko kamiyaabi tak pahunchaye"

Why is this important? I will tell you. Because, my friends, the two brothers have been led down opposing paths in life. Amitabh is a smuggler, and Shashi a police officer. Both of them cannot be kamiyaab. Ek ki haar mein hi doosre ki jeet hai !

Okay, we wont get into the whole -"Bhai tum sign karte ho ya nahi... "Jao pehle usse sign le kar aao jisne mere haath par yeh likha tha"... "mere paas bangla etc hai...tumhare paas kya hai?".. (Silence) (Emotion) "Mere paas (pause) ma hai" - lines because they are well known, much loved and oft repeated. But yes, they're great!

Part II- The less obvious ones

"Agar yeh mazaak hai to tum hasne ke liye zinda nahi rahoge"

And, when Amitabh is asked a question he would rather not answer he says "Mere yeh bataane se sone ke daam nahi gir jaayenge"
Wah! Kya lakh rupaye ki baat kahi! (The driver at office says this often, and I thought it was relevant here)

The screenplay of this film was written in 18 days btw by Salim -Javed. Not bad eh?

Also, as he becomes richer, he progresses from smoking beedis, to cigarettes, and finally to cigars. Subtlety my friends, is the key to a good film.

Though it isn't reflected in the scene where Shashi Kapoor is chasing Amitabh towards end, and ends up sprawled on the roof of the car Amitabh is driving, looking very much like a cockroach swimming in water would. That scene kills me.

Now for a few things I dont like about the film.

1. The fact that Amitabh needs a woman. He is soo much more attractive being the angry, young, too-hurt-by-life-to-care-about-romance-shomance, man who remains aloof in the face of Parveen Babi's rather fleshy thighs. I was pleased when she was throwing herself at him, and he remained cool, observant and distant. I was disappointed when they start sleeping with each other. I was devastated when emotions entered their equation.

I mean, he was just perfect as the loner. More relatable.

2. Umm...cmon, there has to be something else. Oh right, Aruna Irani in her item number + cabaret + mujrah number. She starts off okay, but in the end does this little dance step that resembles drunk men dancing in baraats. Personally, the mawaali action is quite endearing at times. But when done by a woman who is dressed as a courtesan at the end of a qawwali-ish song, its just shocking and hilarious. This may have turned into something I like in a funny way about the film btw.


I recommend the film to everyone who likes Amitabh Bachchan but by some misfortune hasn't watched Deewar yet.

And also to those who dont have any particular feelings for Amitabh Bachchan, but like filmy films. I like filmy films, but only pre 1990. If a film post 1990 is typically filmy, I am likely to shoot it down mercilessly.




Monday, 21 January 2008

Did you ever hear about the....?

...Wizard who got stuck in a Neem tree?




Incidentally he was Indian, late fifties, with orange turban and was zipping past Kawad village in Rajasthan.



His wandering eyes got distractedly drawn to a woman in ghoonghat carrying three pots of water on her head (on left in photo), started to follow the "gaja gamini"* and pulled his head along to join the party.




Next thing you know, crash! He was entangled in the welcoming arms of Azadirachta Indica



He can be seen in picture picking neem leaves to make new broom. Old broom, as picture shows, was gobbled up by wandering goats.


* 1. The one with the walk like an elephant. Used to refer to a characteristically South Asian woman's walking style, with hips swinging from side to side in a slow rhythmic way, resembling the gait of an elephant- very sexy if done well! Woman in picture mastered the art, as she was using her free arm to propel herself forward and maintain a delicate balance.

2. A fairly complex and parallel-est of parallel cinema film by M.F. Hussain. It starred Madhuri Dixit, who, it has to be said, was quite well endowed in the hip region, thereby enabling her to pull off a great elephant walk.

Monday, 3 December 2007

A Gentle Man's Game Indeed!

Holy Cow: I forwarded cricket photo to every one I know!!
it was hilarious!!
:D

Comfort: lol.!!!
I know..
so did u figure out?

Holy Cow: I didn't even try!
.......

Comfort: :P ok

Holy Cow: I figured it was their testosterone way of showing their macho win !
"yeah boy, you took a wicket"
addressed to his balls of course !
:-)
PUN VERY INTENDED!!
Comfort: ha ha ha...!!!! oh my god...thats hilarious.!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, 12 November 2007

Principles maketh the man





Sigmund Freud and Carl Gustav Jung were two great minds of the world (of psychology). They agreed on a few things, but disagreed on other significant matters. Because of the latter, they weren't very close friends.




Now Freud had shared a few of his own dreams and experiences with Jung, when they were on cordial enough terms to discuss this and that over cigars.
After the former's death, a reporter interviewing Jung did what reporters are paid to do- he made an attempt to make his story sizzle with a little inside information.
So, salivating at the mouth, he asked Jung, "Can you tell us one of Freud's dreams?"
Jung promptly replied that that information had been shared in confidence, and he would not compromise on that.
Surprisingly, the reporter actually asked him why not, since Freud was no longer around.
Jung, without batting an eyelid, replied-

"Because regards last longer than life."

I was already in love with Freud. These five words made me fall in love with C.G. Jung.

It speaks volumes about a person's character when they can respect their adversary. Like those fighters who bow to each other respectfully before or after a fight. Or when a bowler applauds a good shot off his delivery.

Or the warrior who doesn't attack when the opponent's back is turned, and instead waits for him to finish lifting his chariot out of the mud, so that he may fight with his head held high again.
There are battles that are fought with honour.


P.S. For those who don't know, the one in colour is Jung.


P.P.S. Don't they look like brothers? But while Jung is endearing in a charming, boyish sort of way, Freud looks like a strapping old fellow who seems to know what he is worth!


P.P.P.S. Ah! What wouldn't I give to spend an evening with them! Together or separately, as per their convenience and wishes! We would sit in plush couches and discuss great things over wine, coffee and cigars, throw our heads back and laugh at various things, "hmmm hmmm" at each other a lot, and generally be friendly.

Instead, I will just be content with the thought that in reading their work and deriving real pleasure out of it, I come as close as I can possibly get to them.




Thursday, 30 August 2007

To Sir With Love

One of my few artistic attempts. This one I am actually quite proud of!



inspiring, loving, confusing, funny, friendly, witty, musical, mystical, whimsical, infuriating, understanding, and absolutely charming!