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Watching Basic Instinct (1992) for the 9th time...

What a character! Bold, unambiguous pursuit for pleasure, vivid imagination and lot more. Everytime I watched this movie, it appeared as though something left behind unexplored.
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The famous or infamous scene (interrogation@pubic hair), I am reproducing here, is ranked 3rd. in my view, far behind the other two.
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If, if and then if...

If there is something like God and also if
God is the creator and then if I were that God.
The creation would be:
There is no other species other than the 'homo sapiens'. No childhood or aged fellas but the young, immortal, glamorous, beautiful chicks and handsome guys. Means, no birth or death. No hunger or sex, there is only love inducing o*gasm without penetration. There is no galaxy but the planet earth without boundaries or countries. There would be brightness like
the day but without a sun. The spotless moon in the center with the stars placed around multidimensionally configured in a particular fashion and pattern. The existence is limited to just that premise.
No science and, therefore, no scope of either the theories, natural selection, etc. or of evolution. Its static and not dynamic creation and so science is not required per se.
That's it. My creation is ready for use.
Actually I groomed to be that fantastic creator, inspired by a renowned biochemist named Himunastics, reading her blog on a site, "DC, i.e. the Defuunct Couples" where she narrated a story of one illusory guy called Murk and another scholarly guy called Junk.
The story goes like:
One day Murk forgot to carry his tiffin and so he imagined a platter in front of him with bread and sauce on it and started eating his own imagined food. Now the wise Junk was bewildered, watching this episode. He asked Murk what he was eating when there is no food. Murk told him about how he managed the food by his vivid imagination.
Junk, "you idiot, if you were to do it that way, then you could have done with all sorts of yummy yummy eatables around you on all sides taking a bit from any or all".
The end of the creation and the told story for that matter.
Hope you enjoyed my creation and the inspiring story.
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A believer is a fool by default. They are the stunted growths per se...

They take their beliefs to be the truth without any basis or evidence.scold
Now what about the atheists. They again are foolish opposing the nonsense. They should rather ignore the buggers than to oppose them and thereby they are wasting their time and energy. That's the sheer wastage of the intellect. They are meant to do a better job
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The Wall - Jean Paul Sartre. I literally cried when I read it the first time.

I hated this tender complicity: it was my own fault, I had talked about Concha the night before. I should have controlled myself. I was with her for a year. Last night I would have given an arm to see her again for five minutes. That was why I talked about her, it was stronger than I was. Now I had no more desire to see her, I had nothing more to say to her. I would not even have wanted to hold her in my arms: my body filled me with horror because it was grey and sweating--and I wasn't sure that her body didn't fill me with horror. Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she would have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. When she looked at me something passed from her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone.
(Excerpt from the story).
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Why do I need a woman in my life...

Relationship, hell no, its like you considered to commit suicide and inviting the other person to be a partner in crime.
Merely for s*xual gratification, then I must low down to the gutter level taking somebody to be a commodity.
Just a friend, friends with benefits makes a little bit of sense but just friends, that's a hypocrisy and hardly makes any sense.
Then I settled to contemplate for months and years.
Though I wear no masks but I found that at the conscious level I was somewhat pretentious. And surprisingly it got revealed that you like it or not, you have to be, to get the show going or end up in the tormenting comfort zone.
Then after I explored the subconscious. The revelations were profound, so informative, amazing and above all ecstatic. I got convinced that it cannot be a public discourse. It can be shared with that woman and that too in the private.
But yes depressing too. Let alone the possibility, its seemingly not the remote feasibility of finding the woman I need.
But of course, the option of finding her next time is wide open.applause
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