death

 

There is little else that so appropriately sums us the existence of all that lives on this planet than the birth and death of a kitten. We are all born naked, screaming and terrified, clutching vainly at the delicate thread that binds us to fragile existence. We shakily gulp down a few snatched morsels of air from this world before we are forced into the unyielding darkness of nonexistence. From dust to dust.

RIP babies, we will miss all that you could have added to our own few pathetic breaths.

of Fireflies and the human condition

After reading reviews citing it as one of the most depressing movies ever seen by users, and with an IMDB user rating of 8.2, plus a top 200 slot in the IMDB Top 250 movies list, I finally got down to watching Grave of the Fireflies. Yes, it’s an anime movie (fairly short, about 80 minutes long) and while I generally get quite depressed over movies displaying the lamentable human condition and the general apathy of society to this condition, I was underwhelmed.

It saddens me to think that our species as a whole and myself as a single unit of said species may have, in the name of art that oversteps its own chalked lines in terms of depravity and pathos, desensitized itself to suffering in general. I cannot speak for anyone apart for myself, which is why I rarely bother speaking at all, but to be desensitized to the suffering of your fellow man, in my opinion, makes one confirmedly set themselves apart from the rest of the species as a whole and judge outside ourselves. In order to judge in this way, one must either me tremendously concieted, be the holder of delusions of grandeur of the highest order, or simply be mad. Which of the above most accurately describes my own condition, I have yet to determine, due to a lack of an objectivity about the self.

… work calls, as always. Musings to be continued another day.

expectation

When does the newlywed bliss wear off? I wouldn’t know personally. All I do know is that when a woman walks into an institution around which there has been such a hype built from birth (we’ve all been there, it is the rare Pakistani household in which there has not been jokes of marriage at every opportunity), there is an overinflation of expectations.

As the days go by, they slowly deflate to a reasonable size, and then deflate some more because men are really rather silly and we need to make room for a lot of silliness before we can accept them as partners.

I suppose what I’m saying is, expect to have great expectations and expect to have them chopped down slowly as you adjust to normal life. The grand gesture is not always coming, nor is it is always a fairy tale. Sometimes it’s just two people trying to adjust to each other and dig out a way of life.