Spirit of the 70s. Irresistibly contagious!

It is wildly believed that the 70s was a decade when time forgot good taste. yeah, kinda true. 

One thing can't be denied though, people surely knew how to have fun.
They weren't afraid to wear lampshades on their heads, customize their superman outfits and took full ownership about mismatching colors. Good old times I say, Good old times I insist!

Epitaphe (2)

Ci-gît blog - lu et non approuvé

There's something about Bollywood

We have all been playing the tune over and over in our heads for the past few months and we just could not resist queueing up to watch it on screen in that latest Bollywood 'debut', the heroine moving her hips in the most sensual manner while performing those shuffling little steps and the hero running in slow motion towards her with his perfectly combed hair - needless to mention mountaintops with snow in the background - and although all this will appear laughably ridicule to us, we will secretly enjoy every second of it. chances are we might even call for an encore.

Question: What is it that turns what seem to be normally constituted persons into Bollywood lovers? how come we never seem to get enough of the songs, drama, chaste family values, action, ridiculous comedy, love affairs, of the completely nonsensical plot et j'en passe that are totally inherent to Bollywood movies? what is it that makes all this masala the perfect ingredient in our plate?

Well, you can just pick and choose any of the following: cheerfulness, breezy entertainment, melodious hard-to-get-rid-of  tunes, sensuality, voluptuous bodies, the 3 Gs (glitz, glitter and glamour), the decor, backgrounds, sceneries, unforgettable lines such as "kaminey, kutte, mein tumse nahin choroonga", cheesy ones, the dhooshoob-dhooshoob and bling bling, the magic combination of stars pairing up on screen, the terrible yet touching B movies where the actors hardly know their lines, the kitsch, the colorful costumes, the dramatic scenes and last but not least...Amitabh Bachchan. Bollywood definitely has a language of its own, that of sultry emotion, nah?

Ciel! Mon ami!!!!

Certains dimanches matins je regarde le ciel se promener dans son costume de mousseline blanche. Je lui demande où il va et il me répond qu'il a rendez-vous avec la mer pour déjeuner. Au menu: pays aux parfums exotiques, secrets du terroir et iles flottantes. Je réalise alors que le ciel a souvent faim. Au lever du jour, il dévore les étoiles les unes après les autres et en avril, avec ses allures désinvoltes, il invite les hirondelles pour une soupe printanière.Tantôt arrogant en été, tantôt effacé en hiver, le ciel a ses humeurs que seule la lumière de l'automne comprend. Il nous déverse ses larmes après s'être embrasé et nous demande de l'entendre. Dès lors, il s'arc, devient essence et nous raconte son histoire orageuse et ses éclairs de génie. Il s'est souvent posé la question pourquoi les femmes hurlaient son nom lorsqu'elles tombaient sur un mari rentré plus tôt que prévu.Eh non, aussi vaste soit-il, son implication dans certaines histoires conjugales lui a souvent échappée.

Epitaphe

Ci-gît ma pudeur - partie écorchée de l'âme
                              dépassée par les évènements

Undefined relationships

The strange thing about undefined relationships is, as infuriating as they can be, you never truly want to put an end to them. They always start on a charming and light note which give way to giggles and smiles, then within months they become routinely unusual and later end up being intriguingly awkward. As soon as the first fights get in the way, the 'Beware' signboard is to be displayed. Those disagreements or disputes which are the equivalent of small emotional strains lead to confused minds and hearts and this is where the danger gets real and this is also when you need to pull the brake.

Being in an undefined relationship implies that there is a strong need for independence and freedom but at the same time still hoping to be tied to someone. "I want you as much as I want my space. Now that I have my space, I want you. Now that I have you, give me my space. I want you in my space. I want you out of my space.I want neither you nor space... Fuck! I don't know what I want anymore!". Once you are over with the 'wanting' you immediately start indulging in the 'needing'... aïe!

All that an undefined relationship can achieve can never be enough to replace all the maturity of a defined relationship. This is a fact. But then, who likes facts? I ask you. The potent magic that exists in an undefined relationship is something which goes  way beyond words. It resembles something like silent understanding, there are no expectations and no exclusivity involved,  there is no sense of direction. It's like sailing adrift in a sea without paddle.

Undefined relationships can be great only as long as they stay sane and painless.For this you need to avoid the tricks, traps and complexities of the mind and heart.

Ordonnance

1. Etre agité avant de consommer
2. Deverser dans le gosier
3. Consommer avec libération

Ce bon vieux tant

Comme au bon vieux
Tant de choses à raconter


Comme au bon vieux
Tant d'air à fredonner

Comme au bon vieux

Tant de temps à donner

Comme au bon vieux

Tant de becs à clouer

Comme au bon vieux

Tant d'enfants qui riaient

Comme au bon vieux

Tant d'idées éclairées

et d'amour aimé

Trespassers welcome!

After an unusual day at work, I come home half tired, half hungry but totally enthusiastic about having some free time to write tonight. The problem is, I do not feel inspired at all.Where has all the inspiration gone? Where the hell are you when I need you? grrr!!!
Have you ever felt this way? Getting excited about doing something yet not knowing  somehow where to start or how to proceed. This is exactly where I stand tonight. It's warm and the neighbour's dog won't stop barking.

FORTUNATELY, in these times of deep despair I bring on the magic hat and pull a rabbit out of it.
Tonight, the magic trick hopefully will work wonders once more. The rabbit =  John Lennon's War is over. Oh, how I love this song. I wanted to listen to John Lennon and the only title that came to my mind was this one. For any other person it would have been Imagine or Instant Karma, for a few others Jealous guy most probably but for me, yes for me, as bothered as I am by mosquitoes and the barking dog I have chosen this song. I go on you tube and allow the magic to take over.

John's simple words make me want to yell to the world that my door is wide open to the whole planet tonight. Everyone's invited and even the usual trespassers are welcome to come and share this amazing glass of chardonnay with me. Hocus pocus, abracadabra...