Mindless et cet ra

As I set my mind to write something worthwhile that does not involve personal views ,I find myself void of any thoughts .Perhaps thoughts are connected to words and don't endure but images do.

It is just that photography is an art.Images elicit emotions which are at once spontaneousbut words on the other hand require your time and attention.The span of a thought or an idea is so temporary you find yourself losing it within a minute you hit upon it.Some people write their ideas building upon them until it becomes something more than it set out for.As Inceptionrightly remarked those are the resilient ideas,the ideas that take hold of you refusing to let go.

I just pictured an image. what if you just entered your office and people or throwing everything at you? You look towards their faces?faces give you clues ,auditory noises secondary.but what if both were blocked out you have only the action of people throwing things at you?you are behind a glass wall that cannot be broken as you notice people throwing things at you.That is the best description of an image I thought of .perhaps google can aid me:

Dexter Season 5 - Conscience or rage ?

Dexter had me going through 4 seasons without stopping.The idea that you could empathise with a serial killer is not conceivable, if you view it from a third person's point of view(victim or someone close to the victim) or as most  police procedurals do from cops' point of view.Cops point of view tends to be favorite because if you view the killer through the law enforcer's  eyes you can understand the killer not too deeply but just his twisted motives and the cleverness of the cops in bringing the killer down..Dexter differs by giving a first person point of view.Dexter Morgan is a blood spatter analyst for the miami PD who moonlights as a serial killer whose  victims  are murderers who have escaped conviction or ironically serial killers who were not caught or noticed.If you consider his acts he is a vigilante like batman which was brilliantly metaphored in one of his episodes where he considers a comic based on him,But what sets dexter apart is he does those murders because he feels a need ,a primal need that he needs to satisfy.Why does he choose his victims as murderers? partly because his adopted father told him to and because they wont be missed by the society.Dexter as a part of his cover dates and latter marries Rita,a divorcee with 2 kids.Dexter who has an emotionally empty core or no feelings, starts to have them once he connects with Rita and the kids(Dexter adores kids and hates pedophiles ,which is deadly for the pedophiles in the literal sense)which gets him wondering about responsibilities about what  would happen if he was discovered not for himself but for the family.It is at this point Rita is murdered by a serial killer(trinity) whom dexter was trying to model himself on,a family man and a serial killer.Though Dexter realizes  the facade about the Happy Family of trinity and kills trinity ,it was not without consequences,It caused him rita ,it orphaned his kids and it stopped his conscience from reaching a full moon?.It is with this premise the season5  starts with aptly put tagline.
                        
 " Sins may be forgiven but conscience is a killer."


  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUbCMbW-BRE

Warehouse 13 -My impressions so far

Warehouse 13 is one of the science fiction tv series broadcasted by Syfy.I started watching Warehouse as it might be a light entertainment after me seeing True blood  and reading Passage halfway.Seeing the 1 hr 27 min pilot left me in doubts whether to see the series or give it up ,but I decided to give it a try and found it growing on me as  I watched 2 more episodes,it helps that the relationship between Pete and Myka is similar to Booth and brennan in Bones,though not that intense or not that quite interesting .Bones relies  on gore and motives to pull u through the episodes while warehouse 13 relies on the bizzare artifacts and the effects it causes on people ,like feeling the deepest despairs of  16th century unlucky in love italian princess or the hypnotherapy effects of a chair where people have sat for so many years.The Show is not aimed to provoke thoughts or cause intense scientific discussions ,it is for fun and it acheives its target.
                                                                                  

Chapter 1

He sat there gazing out of his window facing the beach.The sun rays had spread a golden hue on the blue skies.The dusk was setting in.People were scattered about,oddly it gave him a relaxed feeling watching people ,when he strived hard not to attach himself to people.Perhaps it explained why he was living alone.But mostly the reason was he preferred being alone.It was at that moment he watched a girl of about eight sitting alone with a face not laced with panic or confusion but shrewd judgemental eyes studying people,he wondered who her parents where.He decide to go out to the beach before he became sad worrying about his shortcomings or his inabilities or not being able to succeed to the levels he aspired,the trick was always to get moving,it always stopped you from thinking.He ambled his way toward the beach and found a spot with less number of people and sat down.He thought about what he was doing with his life?He wanted adventure and success ,is there any way he could achieve them both?Was he brave enough at least for once in a life to take the Road not taken,but often he realised he found that he did not have the skills to work in media and doubted he had the writing skills that so often he dreamed himself of having.He tried to switch his train of thoughts but focusing your thoughts to switch was difficult than allowing it to drift away.He decided to get walking ,because often it helped in not thinking when you are on the move.

Anxiety

Watching last two games of deciding set of Sam stosur vs Serena ,I was anxious hoping for Sam to win,Serena is one of those persons you dont expect to lose even when you are winning ,Sam won .I was in ecstasy.Dont know why I like her though,may be it is due to the biceps or those shots u never get to see in women's tennis.She did not scream in joy which is something of a rarity in women's tennis where u see every shot celebrated with fist pumps or despairs of agony.Sam stosur would she get her first chance to win a grandslam?hope she does ,this XENA in the black dress.

Something I wanted to write

Its been a long time since I have written ,though I have many times felt an inner urging to do so.How good am I in visualizing an event through all the people involved in it?.Though sometimes I try to put myself in every person's shoes when an fight or conversation occurs ,I cannot most of the times see what the other person is going on about if I am prejudiced or my views confirm with one of the person who is in the argument.Though it is in certain rare moments where I do not consciously try to be different personalities or thinking about any other number of things,that if by any chance drift towards the argument without myself consciously exerting towards it do I find myself watching the argument in third person perspective,It is in those odd moments of dream like state could I see the argument as both persons and understand their motives or thoughts ,It is this state of odd detachment which is particularly difficult to achieve unless u are bored or your mind has exercised all other possible alternatives and takes a path of its own or simply put,you are not in control of yourself.I happen to notice most of the time it occurs for me is when I am forced to sit through an 2 hour lecture.

I dont know what i am writing about

I just felt the need to write and here i am writing something that is never going to be coherent.
I have been seized by fits of pure joy or ecstasy when i have read something good or looked
a girl who looks so good in earthly sort of way as hilary swank looks in million dollar baby,as
often the case those moments of joy or ecstasy are often inspiration to write something or do something productive.The joy lasts for 10 to 15 minutes till some other thought or work comes to interrupt me.