COLD PLAY-A rush of blood to head

I’m listening to “COLD PLAY-A rush of blood to head,” I enjoy listening to pure instruments. In the morning, I love to listen Piano and I feel, the strokes on the keyboard are like the rain drops on the earth. It is a wonder, the temporal dimension transforms into spatial dimension as visual experience, what a stunning logic of the mind. Perhaps, music allows us to share our feelings with universal feelings of human. Music is written in order to understand our being also part of the nature.

The present days are tricky in my life, old blood gone from my body and I’m recruiting completely new blood, this blood very much sensitive to beauty and inter play of political economy. I transforming into a filmmaker, I start finding my feet on the little earth, we assume a pose before we start anything and I have got a pose.

A long way to go, I feel to tell something, share something that I have seen in the world in different ways, I want to tell all the secrets of my heart that I have been carrying over the years, and the harsh face of the world I have faced. I want to show my parallax view of the world that I have seen. I have chosen film making to purely to express myself in more beautiful ways, but at the moment I’m for away from the real dreams, it is just like my lover, a distance reality . Beautiful dreams are like platonic forms, like love, always inspire to reach them but never exist. All I have to do is, I have to transform all my thinking activity into symbolic forms. Perhaps, Creativity is an ability to expressing our expriences of the world in symbolic form.

I lost many in order to gain so many. Loss of an object does two things, we lost object itself and we lose all the dreams that are associated with the object, an act of melancholy. As Zizek puts it, “melancholy is not simply the attachment to the lost object but the attachment to the very original gesture of its lose.” As Marx says absence of basic commodities create a desire and Deleuze says the desire does not have an object, so we get mad when we lost!. It is funny that an absence of lovely things in our hearts creates rich illusions than when they are present-.

The time has changed and kept me in new place and new thought, all these years I had carried so many experiences, I gain so many things by losing things. Now all experiences kept me in a different mood, now I'm a story teller! Now I can see very different life, all the basic structure of thought has changed in a profound ways, thanks for harsh side of human face and fate.

I have duality in my thinking, sometimes, I’m like a poet, playing with metaphors in the platonic world and some other time I cry a lot, like a poor former of India. May be opposites live and exist together, like light and dark and men and women-.

The past reflects eternally between two mirrors-the brighter mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say (Shantaram).