With love, From Rio

So I finally watched the movie 'Rio'. Following are the important lessons I learnt since I've watched that movie.

THE EYES!

1.   It's the most pleasantly colourful and adorable movie I've seen in the past two years - or perhaps longer.
 I love 'Blu' , especially his HUGE eyes. They have more depth and sincerity than those of most  our kind.

2.   The term 'monkey business' has a number of connotations. It could be used to describe an act of impersonation or of course, the literal. 

So CHALAAK!

   3. Monkeys are very very selfish and they possess an astonishing amount of knowledge of business. You would expect their brains to be less developed (if you believe in the Darwinian theory, because apparently our brains are better than theirs) but they put their small brains contained in their small skulls to a big use. They are the best in business, actually. Not only did they invent 'monkey business' but they outwit hum ans where trading gold is concerned. They can also negotiate with birds, which is a rather valuable skill considering that their mode of verbal communication is sounds like "Ooo ooo Aaa aaaa".

Impressive taste in belts, don't you think?

     4.  Monkeys can also dance VERY well.

5.  Monkeys have a good fashion sense and they are very innovative in those terms. Gold watches can make elegant belts.

6.You should not lie about knowing how to use a motorbike. It can result in severe injuries and inflammation of the face caused by excessive embarrassment. You can also crush the person seated behind you.

White Lies

    7. Brazilian birds have a great aesthetic sense. They know how to make the most of a beautiful sunset by making the Sakura tree shower and singing along.

8. Macaws are intelligent creatures.

9. Shaista Jamhoori is not a lady. It is a phrase I heard on a current affairs show.

10. 'Clear for men' is a rip-off. It doesn't make dandruff disappear. This lesson was not learnt by self, but taught by a very dear friend through repeated reminders.

11. If I use Clear for men, it would probably clear my head of hair.

12. An article on The Express Tribune blog says that there is a Nihari outlet at Nagan Chowrangi. You can go there with your huge, sweaty, smelly and hungry buddies and learn swear words. You will probably learn to cuss like a sailor soon enough.

   

OHH JALEBEEEE!!!! *shiny eyes*

         13. Jalebi is the best. Khajoor is no match for it.

   

       14. I seem to have lost my sense of humour.

              

 Courtesy: Google Images

Reminders

Just make the retainers an ugly blue!

Bluetooth is a really funny word. It reminds me of blue bubblegum sticking to the dirty teeth of a scary nanny. Like a really scary nanny. I feel sorry for all those children who have ever encountered any such nanny. An even worse image that comes to mind is that of an immensely annoying child having bright blue braces/ retainers fixed to his teeth, like Darla Sherman form 'Finding Nemo'.

This however, also reminds me that I do not know how to use Bluetooth. This does not mean that I'm illiterate, no. It just reflects my recently acquired fear of sophisticated technology. I'm sure it's because of the 'man vs machine' movies Hollywood keeps making. Or maybe not. And recently goes back to a year.

This also reminds me that my sentence structure and hence literary skills have been reduced to bits. I seem to now lack the ability to form coherent complex sentences. I don't want to blame it on CIE or even myself (since I haven't been writing). PEACE.

And I can't remember why I began writing this post.

Window Pain

There's a window.
Yes, a window.
Do you see it?
Don't you see it?

I know you.
Yes, I do.
Who are you?
Who am I?

There's a streak
Of purple
Or is it blue?
Is it the rainbow?
No, it's a bruise.

There's the rain.
Pattering on the window.
Do you see the drops?
Is it blood or tears?
Yours or mine?

They're colourless.
No, you are blind.
Or am I?

There's your heartbeat.
There's your voice.
It's my music.
It's the sirens?
Or is it the silence?

There's the light
The lovely sunshine
It's warm and bright.
Where's the sun?
There is no sun?
It's fire.

The fire of love.
The fire of trust.
The fire of hurt?
The fire or dust?

Fall

Often, when I've felt I'm falling, I've thought of it as falling into a black hole rather than some dark pit. This is probably because of my love for all things cosmos but I believe it holds a little more importance in the literary department.

Black holes, as I imagine them, are bottomless dark pits. But unlike other dark pits, the kind you simply fall into and keep falling after biting into the forbidden apple, black holes are quite interactive. When falling into a black hole, you experience immense pressure - both psychological and physical. That originating in your psyche comes partly from the guilt and confusion of biting into the apple and partly from the fall into the obviously hostile surroundings. The physical pressure is what we can regard as interesting. It originates due the psychological pressure, that constantly tries to suffocate you (and this is not because black holes are devoid of air); but what actually makes this pressure unbearably painful is the ability of the black hole to interact with your body. Black holes threaten to crush you into a clump no more smooth than gravel and simultaneously pluck apart the splinters of your existence, not to mention quite mercilessly - they can't really feel much, you see.

The apple was forbidden, wasn't it? But you bit into it anyway, didn't you? Why?

You don't know?

That's fine. You will know, once you begin to fall.