Originally posted by: Savage
Things have become more subjective to me in general than they'd ever been before and given my nature of extracting business out of whatever I do, I find it strangely amusing to yet read your thoughts about the same matter, in a different light, altogether. :)
I agree, for in truth we live out our lives subjectively even if we debate about it objectively, SO I admire the fact that you debate as you live. : )
I am less than half your age, and yet I'd have to say I've found your present mindset a predicament for as long as I had owned it.
I think I can guess why, and you would be right to question it. I fear that much of my current sensibilities arise from the fact that I still hold very romantic notions of how to behave and act. I have not grown out of that fairy tale potential of the world concept that most do somewhere in their twenties. You being the exception, for reasons that you know better than I, have understood much very soon, maybe even too soon.
I was like too touchy about people I spent a considerable amount of time with too, and they were these actors who may have been having the times of their lives whilst I was, well messing around with my head an my hormone, all the same. My call is saner than yours, but not essentially what I'd buy best. I have this really agitating habit of relating myself with characters, and thus propelling myself into a heavy-duty analysis of the same, which continues. But guess, I have disciplined myself a wee bit so it does not disturb me like it did before.
I remember watching this documentary on Himmler, this man that ordered the deaths of millions BUT when he actually watched the execution of one man, he could not take it and was physically sick. There is something about seeing something. It is very vivid but affecting our visceral states too.
I can tell you that I cut myself BUT when you actually see the blood pouring you feel a little sting somewhere in your bones.
In the case of books, it is our ability to imagine things, feel them intrinsically, both the literal and apparent meaning, here.
This isn't obsession as you call it BUT human nature, so I wouldn't be too aggrieved by it. : )
The world has more pressing issues, I have more pressing issues rather and I have realized and started to practice the institution of treating fiction as fiction is, I'd let it please me but not violate my confines of discipline and reality. The notion is simple and straight. However, I do catch up sophisticated conversations with actors sometimes, but sadly, they are more or less the big-banner-SBS-tamaasha to me, so well, I sternly maintain my head and praise what must be praised and avoid what I have been hooked with and I am quite sure I am making sense. 😆
Kankshita, I would not persuade you otherwise. This is indeed the best course of action. I was trying in earnest to guide people trapped in that whirpool of tamaasha. Who in fact don't want to get out though their fingers look like prunes.
I went from someone who misundertood my friends who watch indian soaps then comment on forums, to becoming like them AS well as being misunderstood. I do not say my way is best BUT that upon my path I am seeking the best.
MJHT is integrally a phase of my life, and not just fiction as I perceive it now. And I keep it in mind to watch it and let every other thought rest, enjoy the quality and smile as much and as hard as I can. Although, I laugh more than I receive a chance to smile, but yes, the reruns are a treat and do not really spare me enough time to muse about who is the best. :)
Wonderful. This is indeed the best route. I encourage you to remain steadfast, never veer starboard nor port as though those stars may beckon you to do so, twinkling in the night's sky BUT trust your compass explicitly, implicitly. With love, Sabah