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Monday, July 28, 2008

The Fates and the Pied Piper

Mockery and derision go hand in hand
People u thought u knew dissolve like a mirage
Promises of things to be forming like larks in ur mind that disappear with the setting sun
Cruel irony it is...the honest stranger shot to death by a dazzle of arrows
Honest words, kind compliments, sincere unrolling of the heart's map kicked aside
whilst the mean hearted hypocrite arches her back,
Basking in the glory of her slap dash reign on servitude
Mesmerized the unthinking horde follow her
The pied piper of Decay...all wanting to wash their hands in Caesar's blood
A well keeled word from the damnable piper can mean the difference between
climbing the shining rungs of high society,
or grovelling forever beneath the stampede of hastily polished boots
Your destiny like a warped thread between Atropos fatal blades
Koltho would wince at the way her whimsical weaving was handled
With disdain and foppery by the Pied piper who claimed to know everything and nothing at once
Lakhesis her lithe brows crinkled in consternation...
would ponder why nimble measurements were swayed off course by the devious Piper
Threads fall silently to the cold floor, offered up in sacrifice to the Piper under
guise of good tidings
that would never come to be.
A distant cry in the horizon, the fleeting thump of wings on a hummingbird's back.
Then all is quiet, the world settled with dew, cool dawn and crisp green foliage.
Why do we go after things that break us?

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Dead seconds interview...haha

Nothing beats...

The OC or Dawson's Creek?
*OC coz Mischa Barton's character dies

I'd like to super size...
*my mental dexterity

What advice would you give your younger self?
*Trust no one except ur fem

If you could reprogram yourself, what one trait would you leave out?
*addiction to sleep/coffee

I always mispronounce...

What question should they ask Miss America or Miss Universe contestants?
*Before we proceed are you sure you have enough brains to answer the following questions, CORRECTLY?

Who is your nemesis?
*the guy who's higher than my arch nemesis

I sleep on my...

If I had to jump from the top of a building, I'd prefer to land in...
*the Nile

My name should be listed in the Wikipedia entry for...
*being the painfully self aware depreciationist/ sadist with a weird sense of humour

What are the strangest two foods you've combined together?
*hmm peanut butter and banana

Tom Cruise: crazy town, or misunderstood?
*crazy town

Ah! To be young and...

No matter how desperate I was for a guy/girl, I'd never...
*tell him how much i liked him unless he initiated first

I feel naked without my...
*lipgloss & benetint :)

If I were a super hero, my super suit would be made out of...
*diamond and steel

What's the most recent dream you remember having?
*stuffing myself with cupcakes and chocolate yumm

I wish my cell phone had a...
*fuchsia cover

Glasses or contacts?

What music should they play at your funeral? (example: Get On Up)
*The killing moon-nouvelle vague

The best music comes from...
*the least known bands

I think Global Warming is...
*an antidote to commercialism/materialism/stupidity

Use the following words in a sentence: pink, dirigible, luckily, phonics
*I have a pink dirigible which luckily fell out of the sky which i use to teach phonics to my cat?

Voldemort or Sauron?
*tough choice...i think ill go with Voldy coz the name's cooler

I like my men/women how I like my...

For the talent portion of the competition, I will...
*do stand up comedy?

Thongs are...
*yucky & for sluts!

If you had to get a tattoo, what would it be?
*Zip A Dee Doo Dah(go figure)

Who is the funniest person you know?
*Me? Im being honest

If you had an extra toe, what would you do with it?
*Er like toes could do anything...maybe trip someone n jokingly say " Right I couldn't have tripped u if i had an extra toe!"

Saturday, July 5, 2008

My Life is a winding road~

My life is a winding road
gossamer petals float on too-still water
eyes turned inward, a searchlight during a storm
looking for oil to pour on troubled waters
searing pain blinds me, crimson tears,
splits gossamer and water.
I know not where i am.
I know not who i am.
Strangers with beautiful faces, contorted faces, masked faces glide by...
Softest china silk rips into neat ribbons, as sword slices.
They don't care, they don't give a damn.
I am a pebble, a rock, a part of the flag in the sky.
It's hard to tell friend from foe,
when flouncy wigs and telltale signs of lies lurk everywhere...
Atop generous bosoms topped with vacant, happy faces...a facade.
my life is a winding road

by SK

Funnyman Russel Peters!

My fav comedian in action! Yo beat your kids people...if they're still alive!Muahaha.

The Winner and the Wussy

I think there are only two types of guys in the world. The Wussies and the Winners. The Winners are just like the rest of us...sure they did get hurt in the past but they are smart enough to notice a good thing when they see one and go after it relentlessly. Thats my idea of a guy. The guy who comes after the girl...not the Wussy who plays a one sided game of push and pull, push and pull leaving nothing but confusion and misery in the mind of the poor girl who was unfortunate enough to have fallen for such a spineless prick. He's the type that would rather do away with a spine than have a spine capable of sustaining injury...and proving that he's a man through and through. Such guys I think are so rare in today's gender confused world where social, economical, political lines are blurred by gender divides...Just look around and you can see softies, transsexuals, homosexuals,bisexuals, soon-to-be-categorized-sexuals and even asexual people! It's a kaleidoscope of unpredictability and chaos out here. And there are even new age terms for the modern guy such as " sensitive new age" which is another way of phrasing the increasing transition towards feminity in the social context; whilst at the same time society struggles to hold in place the mold of the quintessential herculean male. So no wonder guys are confused. They are expected to be more nurturing and open and recent decades have birthed a huge rise in role reversal. We see accomplished,ambitious,straight males aiming to become chefs, shirking the conventional, tailor-made-for-male professions. On the other hand, with the advent of the WWII we stoically welcome the new " Alpha female" capable of holding her own in a man's world, the emancipation of women and the general acceptance that education should be made available to both genders equally.

The rise of the Alpha female must of course have threatened the resident male population and led to a clamour for a return to a "Stepford Wife" like ideal where the primal hierarchical order is restored and the male dominates in all spheres of life. And the new breed of Alpha females must have inadvertently replied to this challenge to their freedom and equality by campaigning for the feminisation of the male ego. Thus results the metrosexual and the Sensitive New Age guy and a bevy of other labels which cleverly conceals the magnitude of this phenomenon-the war between the sexes. The resident male population must have felt pleasure in giving a hefty tug back into their own compound too-the objectification of the female persona through popular culture and movies.
Sure it gave women power unknown over men. Sure it heralded the arrival of the new age, independent, self sufficient, strong, empowered, modernized 21st century woman. All of this in exchange for objectification. What a price...seemed like a good bargain but what a lie!

However the history of the eternal tussle between the two genders may play out, I've come to the conclusion that all throughout history, men have been motivated by a need to dominate and conquer-sometimes at all costs and terrible consequences( read the Napoleonic wars, the Bush Sr/Jr US-Iraq wars etc) and women in their fierce campaign for their need to be accepted as an equal to the male psyche, forgot that we are vastly different.

So coming back to the male "Wussy" and "Winner" categorization. Both categories of males will have experienced a washing down of the male ego due to the bombardment of feminine propaganda and gender equality movements. But the difference is that while the Wussy lets this feminine projection mess up his head and override his male ego( self), the Winner finally manages to achieve a balance between a healthy respect for women as human beings in their own right and with their distinctive capabilities and their inner male psyche . This means where they are willing to acknowledge that it is "Ok' for a woman he is interested in to be having a better career than him, they are also quick to tap into their maleness and have the guts to pursue their object of affections even in times when the power tussle between the genders, is at its height. So it boils down to one thing, the Winner male, if he truly likes a girl, would throw caution to the winds and pursue her relentlessly while knowing there is a huge risk of rejection. And even if she rejects him, he takes it in stride, like a man, puffs out his chest, tells a few jokes and laughs it off. Just another day. Period. Not the wishy washy Wussy that plants doubt and confusion in the girl's mind trying to kill two birds with one stone: a) Get the girl b) Be a little less manly and refuse the risk of rejection by playing around with her affections. What a Loser...

Friday, July 4, 2008

10 Second interview

Bananas in pajamas are...
*awesome trendsetters

What would your olympic event be?

Cake or Pie?

If you saw wet cement, what word would you write in it?
*"Make art not war!"

Are you a country mouse or a city mouse?
*My soul's in the country but hearts in the city...does that make sense?

I don't get mad. I get...
*so mad u don't even have time to know I was mad before i do something to you

What was (or will be) your wedding song?
*The Kinks-dedicated follower of fashion

What would you do for a new car?
*anything short of becoming a full time assassin

I wish I could change my...
*twisted perceptions

Shoes or sneakers?

When the aliens arrive, I hope they bring...
*an all purpose custom made chair so i never have to do chores again

What are three words that sum you up?

I'd describe my sense of humor as...
*goofball, wacky, offbeat, sometimes sarcastic

How many hours of sleep do you need?
*I can sleep anytime anywhere. Sleep is ma fren!

Cat person, dog person, or not into pets?
*Cat-dog person

I'm the best at...
* that too much...wonder how i ended up in Law

What would your custom license plate be?
*Bow down biatches!

What's the worst show on television?
*Eeugh Bold and Beautiful! Hate it!

The last time you cleaned your room, how many hours did it take?
*5 hours...i do it in bulk

I'd be the happiest person in the whole world if...
*I'd see the truth of this world and know my place here and laugh my way to death

When did "10 seconds" become "2 hours"?
*When answering this survey

Which of the following describe you? Teenage? Mutant? Ninja? Turtle?
*Mutant D'oh!

What are three ways you're making the world a better place?
*eating, sleeping and breathing

Who would you want to be with on a desert island?
*Oooh difficult question...should I choose Chris Evans, Ben Barnes or Brandon Boyd?

I've always wanted...
*to be a writer

What will be your last words?
*what Adam Sandler "gestured" in Click

My comfort food is...
*cheese/peanut butter & jam/chocs-esp tam tams

Stupid is as stupid...

If I were a Disney character, I'd be...
*Pocahontas...or Kuzco

If I'm reincarnated, I'd like to be a...
*a graceful horse or a talking wombat

I'm afraid of...
*fear and of being separated from my loved ones


Quote 1

Ju: Hey Leo! I'm really friendly right?

Leo: Shut up Mushroom. You're not friendly.Your hair looks like mushroom.

Ju: Oh so you're insulting me now?!My hair is PRETTY but your hair is a BIG BUSH!! Go dig soil...Loser! Like whatever...

Leo: Whatever! You know Ju, I like Ben-mummy(one of those Ben 10 characters) so much.

Ju: Then go marry him!

Leo: Shut up you"I've-been-HannahMontana-for-the-past-6-months"...Ahahahha

Quote 2

Leo: He has his eyes glued to the TV coz Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest was on...

Dad: " Who's little heart is that?"

Leo: (In the middle of ranting to dad about Davy Jones' chest and Orlando Bloom's heart transplant says) " Oh Orlando's little heart!"

The whole household, at first pretending not to notice this important male bonding conversation between the men of the house, burst out laughing uncontrollably...
Dad was teasing Leo adoringly and he was supposed to answer, " Dad's lil heart" not Orly's...omg he's so gay...*wipes tears

Quote 3

Siegfried: How do I know you're not from CONTROL?

Maxwell Smart: If I were from CONTROL, you'd already be dead.

Siegfried: If you were from CONTROL, YOU'D already be dead.

Maxwell Smart: Neither of us is dead, so I'm obviously not from CONTROL.

[long pause]

Shtarker: That actually makes sense.

Here goes another rant

Wearing a hijab I think liberates a woman! Otherwise all the materialistic and commercial bullshit will leave u in want of something or other no matter how pretty or perfect you are. Hypocrisy runs rampant in today's society unchecked-this is evident when magazines brazenly claim that beauty is what's inside only to mock it with the next page spread of scientific findings that claim good looking people have an edge in life over the average looking ones! What kind of "idiocy" is that? Its really unfair and it tears your subconcious mind into fragments trying to piece these two non-cohesive ideals together! Its a paradox cloaked in modern mockery, embellished with "norms" of the new age and crap like that. Yet for a big talker, I am a hypocrite too because I don't yet have the guts or the commitment to live life according to my ideals. I wish God would give me the strength to wear a Hijab before its too late...sigh. Everything is so focused on looks! Looks! And looks! The only part of soul thats touched on is "Being yourself", "developing your personality". As if adding a plastic sheet of "spirituality" on the folder of humanity defines us. I'm torn constantly in two opposite directions too. I hope God will give me the grace to reconcile my inner clashes...

When one wears a Hijab, a guy cant rate your body, we don't have to care how guys assess us based on how we look but rather on our real self, our values, dignity and good family upbringing. The world would be a much better place if the human race were obedient and for once admitted that they didn't know everything. Like in those magazines, one sees frustrated girls asking for guy advice and they give advice on "how to nab that hottie"..." How to get any guy u want"...All these things that fall short of throwing oneself in the sack with every possible candidate for one's future babies! Its degradation masked beneath a sly sheet of female empowerment when actually the laugh is on us! Its the men who are smarter, who's got us thinking we've got the reins when they are the ones controlling how we think of ourselves ON THEIR TERMS! Its not female empowerment at all-its the female population willingly giving the key to their dignity and their sacred selves away to their male counterparts; letting them use it to indulge their sexual needs. All under the mask of FEMALE EMPOWERMENT!

And when you think of prostitution and pornography being legalized in "Open minded" countries like Germany, it makes a person with enough grey matter at least to fill an eggcup think...How is this "empowerment" beneficial to women when it is women who are being given a license to fulfill every sexual need put on their doorstep. It turns women into sex objects. A Thing. You use it and then you dump it. Period. When they should be given the respect they deserve!I now realize this is what the hijab hopes to do...but humans like cattle and sheep follow blindly whenever the biggest, stupidest of the flock jumps over the cliff. We in retrospect are no different from sheep.
But I still detest girls who wear hijab without reflection on its purpose, who wear it grudgingly only because their mother and their mother's mother and so on before them has worn it. Almost as if with sentimental value that binds traditions and generations and less as an injunction from God and even less without knowing and understanding why one has to wear it.
I'd rather not wear one then wear it with IGNORANCE, without any true commitment and conviction and half heartedness with a vague idea floating about in that empty canvass called a skull that God wants women to wear it. And therefore they wear it and dream of a free ticket waiting for them in the transitory bellboy's lap pocket to heaven.

Something for the art freak in all of us...

This song is simply divine, enough said

I am in love with this beautiful ballad by Death Cab for Cutie. Call it cheesy, melodramatic, whatever. It's got me humming along and tugs at my heartstrings better than any other song!

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Blessing or a bane?

Words tumble over one another, rushing
out of my mouth...
Wish it were rosebud shaped, cupid's bow, a memento of good times passed
Wish i was a princess, castle in the air
Hopes blown in silver bubbles, globules of moonlight floating in midnight sky...
A thousand shards of rainbow in my ice-cream.
But i wonder, sucking on my straw in my empty coke can,
Is that a bane or a blessing?
Through a looking glass from plainer pastures, a blessing indeed.
But to the canary doused in kerosene,
gilded cage, styled grandeur, petite diamond shoes,
dimples at east and west and tears that collect on the cusp of rosebud lips...
Is it blessing or bane?

From the windowsill of the cynical romantic

Love is everywhere and love in this century is so overrated. I think it has reached its peak/climax throughout the course of miserly human history! From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet( starcrossed lovers galore) to history's infamous Trojan Horse and Helen of Troy whose beauty set sail a thousand ships at war to movies like breakfast at tiffany's, gone with the wind, a walk to remember, the notebook, titanic. Gut wrenching love and devotion for one another throwing love lorn lovers at each other like puppets with destiny's enormous hand...and let's not forget music-from rap, hip ho, emo, goth, rop, rock, new wave, jazz, classical, pop u name it.

There's no genre of music that the nosey parker hasn't touched! Love has obstinately become the very pivotal fulcrum on which the whole of human existence turns and its becoming annoying.
I mean it's overrated...I really scorn days like Valentine's day- thats a shitload of crap that commercial opportunists are cramming into customers' love bedazzled heads to pull out fat wads of cash from their unsuspecting wallets.
Coming back to human history, its a lot like rumours they are blown grotesquely out of proportion( i know no matter how accurate historians claim it is). They all saw the romance between Helen and Paris and the jealousy and rage it invoked in King Menelaus but what about the political maneuverings and ulterior motives of power and land involved? No... people preferred to see the mushy version, they saw the flower and ignored its dirt soiled roots working hard below.

I get sick of young couples pledging undying love for each other, spurred to madness by stupid celebrity reality shows cashing in on infamous Love like " Till death do us part" ( Carmen Elektra and ex-hubby- came to a sad end, w/o love) and Newly Weds and heck, even Britney Spears hourly wedding. Eyes bold, and large locked onto their lover's, endorphine charged brains blinding them to signs that relationships need more than shots of love spurts that fizzle out like the burnt end of firecrackers once the spark is gone...that they need dedication, maintenance, wisdom, understanding and a whole package of stuff the media and history conveniently left out;that made true love what it is...not love based on sexual innuendos and MTV style " She's coming home with me tonight" sort of love so rampant these days.

And even people closer in me to reality are going on and on, beating around the bush about their new love interests. Love is mushy, fleeting, has its foundations on denial, lies and hurt. All people see is the icing of the cake, the merry, happy hour version, candy fluff and paper hearts, diamond rings and wedding cakes and sunsets that never set, a guarantee against loneliness...And yes love hurts, it can hurt you and maim you in ways the most gruesome torturers can't. It can strike deep into the soul, a haunting melody that hangs around till you die. A beautiful fractured promise of togetherness and intimacy that was never to be. Is love really worth all this? If it brings you only pain and memories that make your worst memories seem like dabbles of sunshine,is it worth the leap?Do they see this?
Yes heartbreak is explored through the very same mediums i mentioned earlier but it takes one to see it face to face to know what it looks like and believe me honey, it ain't pretty. But as it is, its also blown way out of proportion, taking precedence over more important but oft ignored issues like oppression, unfairness, tyranny, religion,injustice and other social issues that deserve as much media attention as Love and maybe more... People jump off bridges because of the big B word, friendships ruined, lives tainted, a string of commercial enterprises launched and companies set up.
Love is a foolhardy emotion and true love exists for the select few who can see it w/o the eyes of this world...



I was made to realize that people are how shrek described himself " like an onion". Of course everyone laughed when shrek said that, the comparison of a human being to an onion, how hilarious and uncalled for! But then come to think of it, that description is deeply philosophical. And true. Forget about philosophy and lets just stick to truth. coz thats what people are most like, i mean of course physically we smell bad if we don't shower and maintain daily hygiene blah blah blah, like an onion.

Truth is people, on a less shallower or should i say physical level like onions- have many layers or personalities that peel away to reveal a fresh,new person underneath not unlike how you pull out a tissue and there's a new one right there where you pulled out the old one. You think you know them until u end up pulling out the tissue, which by the way wasn't as hard to pull as you thought...then a stranger comes out and all of a sudden you question your r/ship with that person, what it means to be close and how you've misread him/ her all this while...
Thing is what happens to the onion when all the layers r peeled away? There is no layer left to peel off. If this was to be related back to my ramblings about human personality, then do we cease to be, the "I" once the layers are all peeled out. Or do we find a small, contrite little layer, the same as all its predecessor layers, same texture, look, feel, smell-everything the same except the size. For all its grandeur, for all its panache and numerous layers that gave it shape and made it feel like something, what lurks underneath? The fire-cast shadow of a little stick figure engorged on false promises and realities dancing on the wall of the cave. A little piece of nothingness, a layer of the same sameness and without the protection of its extra skins...omg i cant believe im analyzing an onion!
this is too funny to be true!

Sometimes its the same with friends. You think time speaks for itself that its long passage over your life with your friend in the front carriage defines closeness and that you know enough about that person. Until one day you find out that you've been as close as you can get to a rock...At times the revelation is subtle, at times it comes noisily with a bang, an uninvited percussion band but it comes all the same and unsettles you. How thinking you and your friend hold the same ropes to life only to find out what you've been denying to yourself about her all this while. That her values are contrary to mine...

I couldn't resist!Hahahah!

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A guy calls a company and orders their 5-day, 10 lb. weight loss program.

The next day, there's a knock on the door and there stands before him a voluptuous, athletic, 19 year old babe dressed in nothing but a pair of Nike running shoes and a sign around her neck. She introduces herself as a representative of the weight loss company. The sign reads, "If you can catch me, you can have me."

Without a second thought, he takes off after her. A few miles later huffing and puffing, he finally gives up. The same girl shows up for the next four days and the same thing happens. On the fifth day, he weighs himself and is delighted to find he has lost 10 lbs. as promised.

He calls the company and orders their 5-day/20 pound program. The next day there's a knock at the door and there stands the most stunning, beautiful, sexy woman he has ever seen in his life. She is wearing nothing but Reebok running shoes and a sign around her neck that reads, "If you catch me you can have me". Well, he's out the door after her like a shot. This girl is in excellent shape and he does his best, but no such luck. So for the next four days, the same routine happens with him gradually getting in better and better shape.

Much to his delight on the fifth day when he weighs himself, he discovers that he has lost another 20 lbs. as promised. He decides to go for broke and calls the company to order the 7-day/50 pound program

"Are you sure?" asks the representative on the phone. "This is our most rigorous program."

"Absolutely," he replies, "I haven't felt this good in years."

The next day there's a knock at the door; and when he opens it he finds a huge muscular guy standing there wearing nothing but pink running shoes and a sign around his neck that reads, "If I catch you, your ass is mine."

He lost 63 pounds that week.

Bubbles and cyanide: a paradox?

I wish to go back to the days when a bubble blown with care free thoughts glistened in the sun and made my day. I yearn for the days when I never failed to be enraptured by the dewy beauty of roses. I envision past days of listless lying on the sofa and thinking how big everything around me is. And being excited when a familiar, beloved face made loving noises and coo-ed my name...I wish i was a child again. No one can ever perceive the world through a child's eyes. It strips the hypocrisy, pain, falsehoods, dogma and unnecessary lays the world bare, an artist's impression of the reality as it is without prejudice-true to its primal existence.

This bareness is exhilarating, breath taking,like shards of truth slicing hard into flesh yet the child's dimensions allow only receptory sensations akin to the soft purr of velvet against skin. Truth and clarity are fresh faced visitors welcomed with tiny embracing arms smudged with crayons and mud. Peace is a permanent resident, requiring no visas, taxes or any of those tiresome government documents to verify it's content lodging in the sunny dell of mirth. Curiosity is at its peak;it fledges its magnificent wings and is soon airborne amidst fluffy white clouds and a slowly shuffling seascape of cotton waves and silver sand dunes. Nothing ever lost its spark, a frog pond, a ribbon wrapped over an ancestor's memorabilia of love gone but not lost, a brown paper bag with a bulging peanut butter and jelly sandwich sealed off with mom's kisses. It does not feel the pain so addictive in the adult's world where narcissism and self hate go hand in hand, justified into daily human norm by Freud and others.

The harsh ambiance of the stark adult's world has no time or patience for the child's world. If the child's world and the adult's world were to collide, the adult's world would shrink in hostility into a brooding black hole, a cornered mangy dog starved of love, beaten and trampled on to fulfill the manifestation of its name. Yet it would remain, a gaping wound on the gradients of innocence and happiness yet to be tainted with materialism. I can imagine the wound throbbing and thrashing like a speared eel awaiting its sombre death on a spit fire. Soon the mists of confusion would seep out, a cyanide genocide of every child's Once-upon-a-time....

Beauty OR the Beast

Beauty is a many faceted thing...Sometimes I think beauty is a two sided coin, a two headed snake. Beautiful people seem to have it all; the eyes and heart of the opposite sex, salespeople rushing to your every need, always getting the extra half inch of everything. Why? Simply because they are beautiful-a slice of heaven, a flagrant display rather haughty even with well meaning intentions. Beauty invades the space and makes people sit up and notice. It is an ephemeral thing winking its multi faceted eyes at you on 4 inch built in stilettos.

What with today's gluttonous consumerism glorifying physical beauty which has become an enigma, a much sought after quality that gives you the edge in the endless human rat race towards getting the most of everything. TV adds prostitute beauty in bottles of Chanel perfume and "Get at the nearest store" denim "cut to flatter figure and bring out its beauty". Some of this inane hogwash even cross into hypocritical territory by claiming that Beauty is what comes within whilst turning to the next page, the fantabulous flotsam ends by implying raw beauty, the inner beauty is available at every woman's fingertips as long as she buys their product, which they claim is NOT a product but an extension of oneself, how one portrays oneself to the whole world- would you run away from the stage when a smooth as peanut butter performance is being promised you, handed over on a velvet cushion by uniformed servants?

Sometimes I think of beautiful people, those famous flawless stars from Hollywood and even the pretty girl next door that escapes a speeding ticket merely by blinking those heavy batted lashes throwing the unsuspecting officer off guard, causing the brain to fire a thousand neurons giving stupendous excuses for letting "the poor lass" off...You get my point. "Friends" suck up to beautiful people hanging around them like bees to honey because they get to grovel in the reflection of perfection, it rubs off some well worn glitter on them who could never look at a mirror without spotting a flaw. To such hangers-on, beauty is a lucid reality and anyone possessing it should be put on a pedestal. If they are lucky they might get a bit of the magic that's working for her wouldn't they?

When people think of frogs getting dissected in cold, ramshackle laboratories in high schools, most of them are plagued by feelings of revulsion and for the emphatic ones, sorrow and pity and finally refusal in the form of rebellion against the dissection. Whatever it is, it is not a pleasant sight-I mean beholding a pregnant frog get dissected over a lamp, the place dotted with lots of curious, appalled teenage observers and participants. Rapid gasping is ignored until the frog slowly dies...Then observations, measurements, comparisons and analyses are jotted down on unfeeling sheets of homework paper.

Call me mad but I actually see a striking (though disturbing similarity) between the life of those beautiful starlets and divas and the poor unfortunate frogs with their insides splayed out for study and "learning". The terrible scalpel of media frenzy and public intrusion invited by their glamour statuses rips apart the thin flesh of their lives in a cold, vertical line right down the middle. Some of those beautiful people, confused, branded it a mid life crisis. Others called it " Lack of privacy", yet others " intrusion", " pressure of the public eye"...You name it they give it different names but the concept that bears fruition to these names is the same as that of the unfortunate frog getting dissected in the laboratory. At first the frog revels in the strange, new, surroundings in tune with its heightened senses that all point towards its “specialness” because everybody seemed to be interested in it; everybody was apparently mesmerized by it. Yes, indeed it was special when the dissection starts on the anaesthesized frog akin to when the glaring globules of public interest swing full circle to the cleanly butchered pieces of their lives put on the shiny metal pedestal of public scrutiny for all to see.

When I think in terms of this, it really makes me wonder whether beauty really is a blessing or a bane...Us creatures in shallower waters know not that at high tide we shall be swept away. This happens every day but sadly the fallacy of human memory is apparent throughout the winding course of its turbulent history. Beauty is a many faceted thing: the truth is, the media portrays and exploits only one incomplete portion of it, the material version.