Normal People

...maybe the writing is for some another day...as the experience is numbing. some images just to remind myself the beautiful heart wrenching end...

This is when Marianne convinces Connell to go to New York to complete his MFA Creative Writing course because writing is intimate and personal for him just like Marianne is to him. 

Based on the 2018 novel of the same name by Sally Rooney is  intimately relatable, cathartic, and personal (for lack of better words) . I will put my thoughts someday when I am bit detached of what I felt while experiencing this beautiful ''NORMAL PEOPLE''

LET THERE BE PEACE.

- Morpheus

Drawing Parallels.

When you find Parallels unexpectedly.

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In one of his first letters to Haskell from Paris, Gibran captures what is perhaps the greatest gift of love, whatever its nature — the gift of being seen by the other for who one really is:

When I am unhappy, dear Mary, I read your letters. When the mist overwhelms the “I” in me, I take two or three letters out of the little box and reread them. They remind me of my true self. They make me overlook all that is not high and beautiful in life. Each and every one of us, dear Mary, must have a resting place somewhere. The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.

 

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In another letter, he captures one of the small enormities that define love:

I love to be silent with you, Mary.

A few days later, responding to Gibran’s concern that his physical illness and its attendant creative block might disappoint her, Haskell sends the most beautiful and generous assurance a person who is loved could hope for:

I don’t even want you to be a poet or painter: I want you to be whatever you are led or impelled to become.

[…]

Nothing you become will disappoint me; I have no preconception that I’d like to see you be or do. I have no desire to foresee you, only to discover you. You can’t disappoint me. 

 

Signing Off.

Let there be Peace.

- Morpheus

Time Space Relativity.

Time is Relative.

The Wait can be ... Eternal.

So is the awareness of Reality.

 Let there be peace.

-Morpheus

Self Musings by Morpheus

Vuja De: Something Familiar Visited With Newer Perspective

What is about a movie which stays with you? Most probably the emotions it makes you go through. Or it can be the characters' journey which you find personal or relatable. Or just the story which makes you think. Being an ardent cinema admirer (almost on the verge of calling myself a cinephile) I very well understand, the impact it has on me. 

Most of the time to watch my choicest list I have to align my mood to the movie I am about to watch. Of course, some have magical experience but few can be disappointing as well. And that is why I am quite selective recently. Because Cinema is just not a 2-3 hours time pass or mere entertainment for me. Cinema is about experiencing '' MY EMOTIONAL SELF'' which otherwise I hide somewhere in the realm of an uncharted territory. I do understand with utmost honesty why people find me insensitive, emotionless, moody and so on. But the Alexithymiac like me should not mind because I can't pretend what I am not and I am quite a failure in maintaining relationships.

Recently I revisited Jab Harry Met Sejal. By the way, has it ever occurred why do we feel for the same thing differently at different stages of our life? I never liked the film when I watched it for the first time. Almost discarded it as another dud. I am a huge SRK fan. I like him even in the worst roles. But maybe I expected something magical from an Imtiaz Ali movie where Shahrukh Khan is playing the lead role. It was almost like a kid about to relish his favorite chocolate...but BOOM...Tragedy strikes. I could not even enjoy the basic taste, forget about the relishing part. I felt ditched. Well yes, I may not feel stumbled by human beings but a form of an Expressive Art can certainly overstep my (non existing) emotions. How come? Well, I usually try not to question my immediate feelings. Thoroughly disappointed I had let it go. But surprisingly she loved it. I was quite surprised because she was not an SRK fan. She said if I remember correctly, there was something about Harry that appealed to her. That line stayed with me. Yes,  I did wonder...what did I miss? 

So quite recently, I have made a List of Films I want to Revisit or Re-watch. And I had #JabHarryMetSejal in that list as well. Maybe I wanted to still know after many years, what did I miss. And thanks to my selective memory syndrome I forgot everything I watched. So it was almost like a new film as if watching for the first time. I often can revisit the movies with completely new eyes, almost like the feeling of Vuja De. Something familiar yet not. Seeing it differently with a new perspective and most importantly different state of mind. This time JHMS felt so personal. Maybe because I am in a different phase of life OR it could be just the Relatability Quotient of Harry's emptiness...his constant seeking of something unknown...his restlessness...his sense of Hiraeth...everything was so Palpable. It reminded me of something I wrote long back...for Her.

The nakedness of my soul is invigorating

For me to engulf into...

But yes, You are the one,

I trusted with all my inhibitions and vulnerability.

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Yes, I do believe ...What You Seek is...Seeking You.  

Reintroducing myself to Harry was like entering my own mind space...and be there without questioning much and reliving some moments unconditionally. Thank you Imtiaz Ali for making such cinema which gives newer perspectives even in the ordinariness. 

Let there be Peace.

- Morpheus

The Musical Chord: Selected Playlist 2

I have this tendency to go back to past moments through music. Sometimes through the lyrics or sometimes the visual representation of the songs. Most of our moments are engraved in my memory through music and words which I scribbled that point of time. I never believed in ''Forever-ness'' because I know for sure ''Permanence is Ephemeral''. But, can I deny what I felt at that particular instant. Thoughts are often borrowed, but feelings are personal. I value them like an integral part of my existence. Music is that Feeling for Me. 

Yes, I do resonate with Silence more than Words. Sometimes Words Contaminate Your Feelings. But then once she mentioned in her writing...Even Silence needs Words to Glorify it. Let there be Silence co-existing with Words. And Music with Sur, Taal, and Shabd.

Some more songs...

16. Main Tumhara

17. Aur Ho

18. Rahogi Meri

19. Yaadon Mein

20. Shayad 

21. Ei Raat Tomar Amar

22. Aamar Ekla Akash

23. Kya Tum Naraaz Ho

24. Tu Kisi Rail Si

25. Broken But Beautiful

26. Teri Hogaiyaan

27. Kaun Tujhe Yun

28. Pyaar Mujhse Jo Kiya Tumne

29. Ek Tukda Dhoop

30. Jhonka Hawa Ka

Let there be Peace. BTW I am Ok.

-Morpheus

The Musical Chord: Selected Playlist

Music is the connection we often did not deny. The solitude seekers like us often look for this divine connection with the rhythm, beats, words, and often the lost world we created in our head. Some songs are interconnected with the soul. They strike a beat with some exemplary moments spent. The songs often transport you to the world you created with someone special.

Music: The Shared Emotions

Music...Words...Solitude... Silence...My constant companions. Thank you for understanding without questioning. Some of Our Songs.

1. Do Naina Ek Kahani

2. Tera Hi Rahun

3. Ik Kudi

4. Shringar Ko Rehne Do

5. Yeh Dil Tum Bin 

6. The Night We Met

7. Jokhon Nirobe Dure

8. Moh Moh Ke Dhaage

9. Maana Ke Hum Yaar Nahin

10. Tumi Je Amar

11. Mera Kuch Samaan 

12. Tere Bina Zindagi Se

13. Ghar

14. Ghar 

15. Hawayein

 

Let there be Peace.

- Morpheus

For My Muse !!!

Dear My Rumi,

I don't know how this works. Or why is it, how is it. You being around in however cruel situations we are in, there is a ‘’Sense of Quietude’’. Or if I can say, a ‘’Sense of Stability’’. There is a ‘’Sense of Calm In Our Chaos’’.

The awareness of secured feelings in the upheaval state of mind is YOU. I know it may sound banal, but the sense of truth, my inner conscious voice tells me all that. The certain invisible jittery I feel in your absence can be avoided but I can't ignore or negate it. Because it is somewhere engraved deep With a Sense of Consciousness. I can throw it away into an abyss but I won't be able to bury it. Somewhere the absence of certain emotions erupt unknowingly and maybe the purged reality strikes.

I don't know why I am writing what I am writing. But I want you to know ...

You Exist like the Dawn before the Morning Blush.

Because however, the Night can say it may not need the Sun...Or it can live with its Stillness...The matter of fact is ... The Sun is somewhere hidden behind the meadow and the Dawn awakens to the morning with a sense of reality check. You are that reality check for me. Whatever it is. I just have Gratitude for what we had and what we have. With all the sensibilities and the immense aware Feelings…You Mean Lot to Me.

 

I wish I could say…BE IN TOUCH…But Letting Go never had that Option.

 

Your's
Once.. Wandering Home.