Witch-Hazel

2006-08-15T17:59:00.000+05:30

independence day

i stopped writing this...
shouldn't have stopped though...
leaves you in a vortex...
that, will never be able to redeem it...
will never be able to express...
it in style...
so much has happened...
but feel better to...
become a poem...
rather putting words to it...
it'll be lying...
and the moment i utter a word...
i know...
i just know...
didn't want to say this...
and the more i realize it...
the more i do it...
vulnerable is the word...
shit...
guess, i am doing it again...

2006-01-03T18:08:00.000+05:30

oblivion...
that's what i have to...
save myself from...
little things take so much...
of energy...
talking...
like expressing an idea...
or convincing...
these are strange things...
you never know what percieves...
the other mind...
and you can never tell even if...
it takes the argument...
whether it plans to murder you...
or just accept its 'mis'-interpretation...
i just want to see it happen...
the ordeals are much...
but it has to evolve out of it...
then if i slip...
that's another thing...
well, anyway!

2006-01-01T15:15:00.000+05:30

while reading about...
practicing 'skylad'...
which means...
working in nude...
on witch vox...
i came across this film...
called the wicker man...
which is apparently...
the most favorite film...
of the pagans...

as i surfed on it...
i found a spray of myth...
around it...
the negatives were destroyed...
while cleaning the racks...
in shepperton studios...
so there are these huge figments...
about the missing footage...
and the whereabouts of...
the filming locations...
like there is this journal called...
NUADA
which is the journal...
especially...
for the film...

another line that i caught...
from witch vox...
from the film...
was kind of nice little tweak...

"But...they...are...naked!"
"Well, naturally! It's far too dangerous to jump
through the fire with your clothes on!"
--Sargent Howie and Lord Summerisle, "The Wicker Man"

would love to check this one out...

2005-12-31T18:04:00.000+05:30

the film made me wonder...
about a few things...
in life and otherwise...
strange things were happening...
which just clicked with...
the film...
the gore as anybody would call it...
is not in the blood splattering...
all over...
not how the guy attacks slashes the...
head in a moment...
the violence happens in the mind...
the way you construct an image...
the mind plans immidiately...
and then the body reacts...
on the impulse...
of the mind...
here the screen got slashed...
at the same time...
the heads were getting slaughtered...
somebody got a fracture...
when friends were killing eachother...
in the film/out-side the film...
its all such a sombre comedy...
you laugh at it...
with the way it styles itself...
ultimately...
the ethics are in the impulse...
one can say a lot of things about...
life and how they live it...
but it has to come true...
in actions...
and actions are tests...
of endurance, stupidity, intelligence, style....
fuck everything...
important to accede freindship...
and when you survive it...
save it for you...
and the other...
better to RUN from...
the betrayals...
that are stalking you...
RUN!!

2005-12-25T20:38:00.000+05:30

so cute to be...
not be the person exactly...
blogging makes it easier...
and simpler...
very smooth to interchange...
and shift identities...
its beautiful...
the confusion...
and then people presuppose...
and believe in that...
but it can be very...
shaky...
the identities...
:-)

2005-12-17T19:58:00.000+05:30

mid dec...
i am looking for spaces...
and people...
for my film...
that i was so...
desparate to make...
i have been hunting...
like a mongrel...
sounds stupid i know...

people going crazy...
slicing their brains...
on hazy conciets...
strange...
the densness...
the intensity...
the gravity of the black hole...
not sombre...
but very surprised...
the way it is...
away from it...
but really apalling!!!

2005-12-04T21:13:00.000+05:30

like once in a while...
when i am on the crossroads...
i open and feel like writing...
and then its like...
there's actually a lot...
of dust on the mind...
like that's what this film...
of mine talks about...
what happens when you find the key!!

2005-10-27T19:53:00.000+05:30

Amused at the Amusment....

went around...
in an amusment park...
was really amused at...
film being amusing...
ok metropolis!...
and i know merelene deitrich...
she is beautiful...
but they as the icons...
and symbol for the...
the german film empire...
ha!
funny...
because nobody's intrested...
it might be difficult...
to understand for me...
because...
me a third world wretched...
and this a first world country...
but what are the problems...
what is the trip...?
what are they thinking...?
anyway...
Monica showed me her film...
about a woman...
81 years old...
and a sex enthusiast...
so much so that...
she stands in front of...
the zoo church everyday...
and shouts about...
mother mary having jesus...
without even fucking...
and then most amazing thing was...
she got language in between...
and said the language of...
the cunt is different...
from the language of the mouth...
there is no need of explanation after...
you experience it...
magic is foreever explained...
and thats what promethea also says...
i suddenly got this feeling that...
the promethea is getting old...
and the new one is going to come...

2005-10-26T23:13:00.000+05:30

It Just Happens...

was just passing...
when it happened to me...
i suddenly really felt like...
a witch...
i was mutating...
and i thought...
on the streets of the...
most decadent city...
b-e-r-l-i-n...
some ideas come to me...
and resound...
all the time...
seems to me...
that i am coming back...
to the same point...
all over again...
and then i thought...
i have to zoom in and see...
this can't be true...
i feel almost...
complete...
complete as in...
taking a round...
forming a circle...
where i will...
now light up candels...
its going to be a light...
coming from the circle...
it will remain in the circle...
but spread out...
through the medium...
its not sun...
and not electric...
just a particle...
with its periphery...
but still spreading...
seems to me like...
i am thinking about...
only the thing that i do...
at that point...
and if i focus...
its the best thing that...
can happen to me...
i am mutating...
and the best part is...
when i saw my s-e-l-f...
from outside...
i was dreaming...
in a way
i had never dreamt before...
though i don't remember the dreams...
i just see it...
and it gives me a strength...
in the new world...
life is going to change...
very soon....

2005-10-15T19:44:00.000+05:30

came back...
to the jungle...
met...
freaked-out-about-going-to-phoren people...
just after i stepped in...
can't understand...
what this 'going-abroad'...
madness is...
and they don't even percieve...
how crazy they look...
jumping all over that...
anyway...
got one kela...
have to find a way...
out of this jungle...
have to be like tristran thorn...
ya! finished startdust...
the silvery dust of...
love...
its so brazen...
so flagrant...
it just happens...
when you feel the dust of it...
and the ethics are following palpable way...
again a fairy tale way...
belief all along the way...
just travelling...
just on the way to 'see'...
stradust is the writers ethics...
go and rely on the help of the situation...
you are creating...
just listen...

2005-10-11T16:36:00.000+05:30

The language seems to be...
the genesis of the universe...
as the entire universe...
is made up of consciousness or perception...
The universe thus...
becomes our idea of it...
and ideas are wrought in words...
while words formulate language...
The words are alterable...
therefore the perceptions...
of the universe...
are always varying...
As we constructed for ourselves
the signs, sounds and lines...
as in the written language...
(as opposed to animals)
we could carve out many things...
to build a tangible functional world...
which we can ‘use’...
We can also say that the language...
or the written word...
is the first human technology...
as it eased to perceive...
the idea of a universe...
As it did that...
technology became the harbinger...
of the societal evolution...
as we created various...
utility devices to expand...
and reach out to...
a greater consciousness...

2005-10-04T00:20:00.000+05:30

when the bird came knocking on the door...
one evening...
i thought i had dropped a needle somewhere...
when she caught my hair with her beak...
and told me...
it was here that...
i had found the thread one morning...

2005-09-26T20:25:00.000+05:30

Eraserhead

There seems to be a connection between…
Child and memory…
That is what Eraserhead is about…
Or it could be that it’s child’s memory itself…
Perpetuating in the mind of the father…
Who gives birth to the kid…
The umbilical cord is with the father…
The hole/whole is not only mother’s…
Going beyond natal…
It could be about consciousness…
The memory hole…
The dispersion of forethought…
Through which an idea comes out…
In a form of an infant…
And the basic element is…
Excreta…
And industrial waste…
Father works in a printing factory…
The memory creating machinery…
It prints and imprints…
Produces and reproduces…
Child is seen being born from his mouth…
As a zygote…
A premature life…
A life before maturity…
And therefore beyond memory itself…
It contains the enormity of the universe…
And therefore has the greatest knowledge of truth…
Without speech…
But a language of loud emotion…
Which is that it can cry…
And chuckle too…

The cosmos inside the incubator…
Is allied to heating the body…
Connected to intensity, fervor, ardor…
It’s a murderous instinct…
And so his head is chopped off…
Is replaced with the son’s…
The head gets consumed in its own pool of blood…
Lands up on the earth…
And the brain mucus is used for deleting things…
For making erasers…
Set at the head of a pencil…
Made of carbon…
Which is already a fume…
Was never really there…
Anything that is written or composed…
Predictably gets deleted with overwriting…
And the fight is to preserve that…
The philosophies…
Also the ideologies…
Parent kid dual culminates from here…
The idea of surpassing…
And claiming the authority on…
The Truth…

The intermingling of the milks…
Which goes down in the blood every way…
Is created from the blood…
Which is the core of the integrity of life…
It is a form…
A pattern in itself…
When it flows out of the body…
It invents paranoia…
With a surprise of another being…
A life form…
Which is an energy in itself…
It can destroy…
Or open up an alternative universe…
With ideas about transformation…
Mutation…
Giving birth is not about generating generations…
It is about everybody being in the same space…
All the time…
Because change is in the heart of the universe…
And it is constant…

2005-09-26T20:24:00.000+05:30

Why did Alan Moore decide to become a magician?

The following quotes are taken from an interview by Matt Brady on The Mania website:

"There was too much there to simply dismiss, along with accounts from well-known and respected individuals who've taken up serious studies in what the world sees as 'occult' knowledge, I had begun to realize that as a writer, magic had begun to creep into my life more and more."

"I've realized that you have to be careful what you say and write, There is something spooky about writing. I read an interview with [cartoonist] Carol Lay recently where she mentioned that she had to take care not to draw anything too negative in her scripts because it would probably happen. Robert Crumb had agreed with her on this. He said that it's really a kind of mind over matter thing, you draw something and then it happens, which is why Crumb always draws his sex fantasies. You'll find yourself writing about events that haven't happened yet, and at the same time, you'll also find all kinds of eerie feedback between your text and life. When I started to notice that sort of stuff becoming predominant in my work, I realized I had a choice - I could either ignore it and assume that it is a product of my overtired perceptions, or I could explore it and see if there is anything interesting there."

"At the same time, I found that I couldn't progress any further with writing by strict rationality. If I wanted to go further with my writing, make it more intense, more powerful, make it say what I wanted it to say, I had to take a step beyond technique and rational ideas about writing, into something that was trans-rational if you will, this being magic."

"The first people to have written a visual representation of something would have been seen as magicians, Think of the setting - one man or woman conjures the image of a bison on the wall of a cave. To an audience that didn't have the idea of visual representation, the creation of that image would have been seen as an incredible magical act. The first people to have language, in a world where most people are without, would be as inexplicable as telepaths would be today. The fact that you could actually convey your thoughts to another person, record your thoughts, and understand the passage of time all would have been seen as magic."

"On that birthday I stated that I had become a magician, I just made that resolution so I couldn't back out of it. Let me warn you though, you shouldn't say these things unless you know what you are really getting into. I made this announcement and turned my attentions towards magical readings for the next couple of months. Less than two months after that I had what I consider to be my first magical experience. It was during a ritual with a friend of mine. Something happened to both of us at the same time. It felt like an extraordinary intelligence passed through both of us. It didn't feel like anything that was of my volition. I was quite prepared to admit that this may have all been complete hallucination, except for the fact that I had somebody else with me who was experiencing the same things. Logically it makes sense to say that I choose this, I chose to be involved in magic, but at that moment, it felt like I had been chosen by something else entirely."

"Exploring these kinds of things has taken up a lot of my time, It has certainly changed my perceptions of a lot of things. Since I've seriously embraced it, I've tried to measure how well it's going. Obviously if I was just going mad I'd be the last person to notice, so when I set out to do this thing, I set myself a standard, which was: if I am being as creative and as functional as I was before I began my investigation and experimentation, then it's okay. Even if my ideas about this were completely wrong, then I wasn't hurting anything. Not that I think that the standard of the work is better, necessarily, It's a way of understanding your creativity. The question that everybody asks writers is: 'where do you get your ideas from?' It seems like a banal question, but it's the only important question: where do ideas come from? For me, getting into magic was just a way of answering that. First, there's nothing there, and then there's a vague unformed idea in the mind of the artist or writer. Then the idea takes on a little more form, and then, suddenly, it's a finished script or a finished drawing. Something has come into being out of nothing. It's the rabbit from the hat. That to me is the definition of magic. It covers a lot of other ground in that everything anyone has ever said about magic is true, it's a very rich landscape to explore and it certainly has an effect in some way or another on everything that I do."

"I stayed in touch with Tim Perkins, a brilliant composer and instrumentalist, who was one of the mainstays of The Emporers of Ice Cream, Tim and I started working together with Dave Jay of Love and Rockets. This was about the same time that I was really getting interested in magic, and started to see in a certain sense that all creativity can be said to have a certain magical aspect to it. From there, I reasoned that it should be possible to combine ritual magic with performance, which is what we began working on."

"There were all sorts of artists, subterranean actors and performers there, we closed it out on Sunday with a piece of performance reading against a taped background of what we'd composed and put together. They are very singular, we only do them once, sort of eschewing the usual rock and roll formula of writing a couple songs, doing an album and promoting it and playing the same songs every night - all the time hoping that you can find time to write some new songs for the next album to begin the process over again. We'd rather go for a policy of conspicuous waste, where we do a brilliant piece of music, write heartfelt words, do one terrific performance and never touch it again. That seems to us to be a more powerful way of working."

"I should imagine that, very reasonably, most would assume that all of this I've just spoken of is nothing more than the ramblings of a disintegrating mind, or that it's just some sort of glorified new age way of talking about the work that I do, that's what I would assume if I had heard it. To those, I would offer The Birth Caul as an opportunity for people to read a reportedly magical work. It's something that I would say is one of my magical works, and this at least gives an opportunity for people to look at it and make up their own minds about it, if it's magical or not, which is all I can really ask for."

"I'm a lot stranger than what I've just said, I'm just giving you the quick, commercial, acceptable outline. I've still got me secrets."

2005-09-22T18:22:00.000+05:30

thought would put my diploma script here too...

Diploma script

Then came the wind…

Int/ library / noon

We are in the library looking from in between the shelves. In a distance there are these three people sitting on a reading table. While one—a boy is reading, the other two – a girl, Reena and a boy Tarun are completely rapt in what seems like an argument, though nothing can be heard. We slowly move parallel to them behind the shelves, sometimes stopping cautiously. The girl has her back towards us while the boy is facing us. We stop at a point where the view of the guy is clearer than before and keep looking until he disengages himself from the conversation. He looks into the camera, first with an intrigue and then gets disturbed. The girl looks at the camera and then towards him.

The camera blinks as if it were an eye.

Jawani zindabad – muslimgauze

TITLE: Then came the wind…

The library is huge and old with high ceiling. There seems to be nobody except these three. The librarian sits on the far corner marking something on the register. At one point he looks at the three very blankly. From his point of view we see that Reena gets up to leave angrily but tarun holds her hand, she breaks away and goes towards the shelves. Now we move along with Reena as she moves past the shelves. She stops in front of one and wonders looking at the books. She then picks up one, it’s called – Arithmetic and combinatorics: Kant and his Contemporaries. As she opens the book, she feels something at the back of her neck. She slowly and hesitantly turns and gets shocked to see a blonde sweeper, she carries a broom in her hand. It’s a witch like long broom and she holds it as if it were a weapon. She is standing very close to Tarun’s table. Their eyes are locked with each other, as if she was hypnotizing him. She hastily goes to Tarun and shakes him off. She looks at him bothered. She then picks up her bag and storms out of the library irately.

Ext/street/dusk

Now Reena is walking by a lane. Where there are old houses on either side. The sun is almost carroty. She looks around bemused and sees everything taking its color. She is wearing a sloppy brown tunic and is carrying a grungy purse. The street is not too crowded, at times two or three people pass by and sometimes even a car. Two twin girls pass by almost tripping her. She looks at them going and then she ambles down a bit more and comes to a huge mall. She gets in through the glass door and goes up through the escalator.

Open the light – Boards of Canada

Int/ mall/dusk

There is somebody out there looking at her. The camera seems to be following her all through this space, just as they were being followed in the library.
There are clothes all around the first floor and a glass window over looking the street. Looking at the clothes she reaches to the far end near the window.
She looks out through the glass and sees the same blonde coming towards the mall. She is walking with a small Indian boy holding his hand. Reena gets mighty scared, and turns back in haste. She quickly walks inside a trial room and keeps it open slightly to keep check. There is no sales girl around, in fact there seems to be nobody not even on the counter. She sees the blonde getting in, but she walks over to the other side with the kid. She heaves a sigh and very carefully gets out and walks over to the exit. She quickly takes the escalator again and as soon as she reaches the main exit it starts raining. The rain is just a noise for us. She keeps standing there waiting for the rain to stop. Then she looks inside, towards the escalator and sees the blonde getting down with the kid holding a white net dress with red collars. She’s holding it up as if she was holding a flag. She hastily makes her way towards the main exit and also looks very hassled all of sudden. She comes near Reena looks at her as if extremely troubled and then hands over the dress to her and quickly goes out. Reena keeps looking outside as she goes. We go close to Reena’s face.

There’s a blink.

Ext/street/ day

Reena is standing in the middle of a road. She’s still holding the dress and looks kind of lost. On her left is a public toilet from where strange shrieking sounds are coming, at times somebody giggles coyly. She gets interested and goes to peep inside. She sees two sweepers and a washerwoman making out in far corner. They look at her right away and stop doing what they were doing. The woman walks over to the basin and starts washing her hands. Till then Reena is still there, watching everything. The woman then turns towards her and smiling wryly tells her:

Washerwoman
I see you want to have fun… come inside… its nice and dark…

And then she laughs eerily, at which Reena gets extremely edgy. She contorts her face and runs out of the toilet. The woman keeps laughing.

Ext/ street/ night

She now stands in front of a park. Still holding the dress. The park is surrounded with trees all over. She walks and stands under one of them when somebody calls her. She looks here and there; all of a sudden a girl comes into the frame. Reena gets taken aback and asks her.

Reena
Christina? How come you’re here?

Christina gives a shrug, smiles and says.

Christina
I saw you here so I am came here…what’s that dress?

As she says that something drops on Reena’s head. At the same time there are some lewd remarks passed from the top of the tree.

Something Wicked: herbaliser

It’s a top angle shot where we never see the people on top of the tree. Reena sees something on top and gets extremely petrified. She looks at Christina; we go close on her face as she gives a smile like the one before and starts laughing invitingly. Reena gets terrified of her too and starts running. Christina now starts running after her as if chasing her. She is no longer laughing. We see them running around the park on the road from a distance.

Ext/ outside a house/ dusk

Reena is standing in front of an old house, which is getting ready for a wedding. Some men are standing on top of the ladder and fixing flowers on the door and the windows. They are wearing white lungis with golden or colored hems. It is clearly a South Indian wedding. We are looking at this from far as if spying on her. She asks something from one of the men and he gestures inside the house.

There is a blink. Bastard queen – muslimgauze

Int/ courtyard/ night

LoSD bastard queen – Muslim Gauze

She walks in to a big courtyard in the heart of the house and looks around. A group of women are sitting in the corner on a bed sheet. Some are talking in whispers and some are just sitting quietly. They are all wearing traditional saris and jewellery. She goes closer to them and gets startled to see the blonde once more, sitting with a kid amongst the women. She’s also dressed traditionally in a sari and bindi and is extremely quite. She is completely oblivious of Reena and keeps looking at the ground without blinking. Reena immediately turns to run off but she bumps into somebody. When she notices her she calms down. It’s her friend Lakshmi. But a closer look says that her friend has been crying and is extremely anxious. She has long wavy hair and is wearing a salwar and dupatta. She keeps rubbing her hands as she breaths heavily. Reena asks her then.

Reena
What’s wrong with you? What happened?

At this Lakshmi spits out and starts crying uncontrollably without any noise. Reena holds her and shakes her.

Reena
Come on tell me Lakshmi… you shouldn’t be crying… your sister’s getting married! It’s ok …tell me!

Lakshmi looks at her unbelievably and then says.

Lakshmi
I think I killed her Reena… in my sleep… but where did she go?

Reena feels really helpless now.

Reena
You killed whom? What are you saying lakshmi?

Suddenly lakshmi looks up at her directly in the eyes and says.

Lakshmi
I killed my sister…

Int /junk room/ noon

From half a point, LoSD bastard queen – Muslim Gauze

Before Reena can say anything Lakshmi drags her by hand and takes her to a room at the rear of the house. It ‘s a junk room with all kinds of furniture around – an old bed, some chairs, tables, some logs, white sheets on what seems like a sofa and a really old cupboard in the corner. There’s very little light in the room. The only light that seeps into the room is through a single ventilator on top of one of the walls. The room is smoky and is totally ridden with cobwebs. As soon as they get in they start looking frantically around, under the white sheets, under the bed, moving the logs and chairs and tables. At that moment Reena notices a blue cloth jutting out of the cupboard in the corner. She slowly moves closer to it, then she turns and gestures Lakshmi to come there. Lakshmi comes closer. She is really restless and is holding Reena’s hand firmly. Reena then pulls the cloth, and something falls with a thud. Lakshmi gives out a shriek and faints. Reena gets jittery and starts looking around, suddenly she sees the blonde sitting on chair with the kid right behind her. She starts feeling dizzy after seeing her and passes out. As she is falling down, with her eyes we see a blurred image of something that looks like a head with a blue cloth jutting out of it’s mouth.

Ext/ Bus Stop/ Late evening.

Reena is standing outside a bus stop. The Bus Stop has a waiting room behind the usual station for sitting. Reena looks at it and enters inside the room.

Int/ waiting room/ late evening

It’s a squarish small room with a toilet. There are several benches, on which two girls and a middle-aged man are sitting absolutely still; they don’t say anything to each other. The room is completely dark with no windows. It has a 0 watt green bulb glowing in the center of the room. Reena cannot see anybody’s face. She goes quickly inside the toilet and sees a woman taking a bath with her clothes on. She gives a blank look at Reena. Reena looks at her for sometime and then goes out. She notices a water vessel on one of the benches. She goes and opens it but there’s no water. She looks at the three people sitting there again. None of them look at her or say anything. She goes out.

Outside on the wall she sees this strange apparatus. It is a hand pump but the hand and pump are totally disconnected. The hand is tuck on the wall above the pump and the pump is fitted independently to the wall. She anyway pushes the hand for water, some black water comes out. She again tries but the same thing happens. Then she tries to do it faster, some clean water comes out but as soon as she keeps her hand under it, it turns into black. Exasperated she leaves it there. Just then the middle-aged guy comes out along with her two daughters and the woman who was taking a bath. She seems like a wife to the man. She is now dressed in a new sari and has made up her hair neatly. The daughters have long hair, which are plated. They are thin and pale and have this grim look on their face. The man gives a bottle and asks one of the girls to fill the water from the hand pump. She goes over pulls the handle and fills the black water in the bottle. The water gives out fumes from the bottle. They all take a sip of it. Reena feels strange about the whole thing and asks the man.

Reena
Why did you drink that water? Isn’t it dirty?

At this the man looks at her strangely as if he cannot understand why she is asking such a question.

Man
Dirty? Are you new here? Don’t you know this is called Daru pani?

Reena doesn’t say anything at this.

Int/waiting room/ late evening

The woman asks everybody to come and sit inside. They all go and sit inside on benches. All of them keep looking at each other quietly, though there is not enough light to notice the faces.

The man goes out after sometime and instantly comes back informing that two buses were coming. They all get up and move out.

CU of the green bulb, it flutters and completely goes off.

Ext/ road/ late evening

She asks something from the conductor on one of the buses and climbs on.

Int/ inside the bus/ late eve.

Inside almost all the seats are full. She moves at the back of the bus balancing while the bus is moving. She sees small twin girls sitting, one of them is going on talking incessantly while the other one is quite. They have plats folded with ribbons. She asks the one talking to shift a little. But she completely ignores as if she didn’t hear anything. She asks her again but gets no reply. At that she just picks her up and makes her sit on her lap. This also doesn’t seem to bother either of them and they continue talking. She looks in their direction and suddenly notices another woman with the same hairstyle and wearing a bigger version of the same dress that the girls are wearing—red checks, one piece.

A stop comes and conductor gestures Reena to get down.

Ext/ road/ night

She gets down on an empty road, there’s no bus stop there and there is complete wilderness on either side of the road. The night is getting darker and denser. As the bus starts leaving Reena spots something on the road. The music fades in—cherry blossom girl, Thievery Corporation. She picks it up and sees it’s a library card with her name and photo on it.

We keep going far from her as this happens.

There’s a blink.

And the Credits roll…

2005-09-16T18:20:00.000+05:30

found that cherry blossom girl is actually an air song... kept thinking all this while that it was of theivery corp... even saw snippets of its 'x-rated' music video... with a cute looking naked chic...
interesting revelation because the fact that my sister said it was a porn video says something about my diploma... in which the girl is always wandering around and always bumbing into the loos... and looking at people in those'loo situations'...

and this blog situation is too cool... iam tripping on it... this ambigous situation is soooooo much fun...

2005-09-16T14:37:00.000+05:30

was wondering whether there is any idea between celtic mythology and colonialism...
found some interesting stuff on it... was practiced in britain (wales), italy, austria etc...
it is majorly a tribal... a cult thing... featuring mostly female deities... in war gears sermonizing war strategies to war heroes... there can be seen a bend towards a kind of female intution...
some info is there on... http://timelessmyths.com
also that its a complete oral tradition...

2005-09-15T14:21:00.000+05:30

this is what it is...
a witch hazel...
The word witch has its origins in Middle English wiche, from the Old English wice, meaning "pliant" or "bendable", and which also gives us Wicker and weak.