Friday, December 27, 2024

Poets and Prophets


                          Thomas Cole, The Course of Empire: Destruction, 1836.


Of Poets and Prophets 


What happens when Poets and Prophets show up?

Both write out of their anguish. Their lived experiences.

Be it a broken heart, or a broken system.

An inspiration, an exhortation.

One to inspire, one to lament.

One to sing, one to cry out.

A melody in one, a eulogy in the other.

One perhaps drunk, and moved by romanticism, and the other,

in tatters over the state of affairs.

One is often elevated, the other stoned to death. 

And yet, we need both.

We need them to speak to our hearts, as much as our minds need addressing.

One takes us into the fantasy world of art and music, and the other leads us into the grim reality of our world.

What happens when poets and prophets are amiss?

It is the death of creativity and truth. 

A lack of beauty, and the end of vision. 


Thursday, November 28, 2024

Curiouser and Curiouser






 

            Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll


This year, 2024, did not go as I envisioned. The year started with a devasting update in January and left me in tatters. In the beginning of spring this year, I was approached by a friend, to direct a Musical (amateur theatre) to help raise funds for a particular volunteering project. Long story short, the project took about six months. It involved a lot of brainstorming, planning, meetings, a combination of stress, unlimited coffee and Redbull, tension,  disappointments, blood, sweat and tears, and excitement, laughter and joy, all rolled up in one melting pot, as any theatrical production demands. And the end result was as we expected, brilliant to the core! 


Amid this journey, I did ask God, what was the purpose of this project? (apart from raising funds). The hopeless romantic part of me assumed, maybe I would finally meet my soulmate? ..I didn't. Maybe this is the kickstart I needed for my career?/ Academic gap? ... It wasn't. 

And it all seemed futile, especially in the aftermath of the project, when the curtain finally fell down, the applause faded and the lights were put out. I came back home, days passed, weeks passed, and nothing. I am still single, there is no sudden inspiration in my academic or writing career, and everything seemed like it was stuck in a rut, like I was back in January. 

And then, this morning it hit me. It slowly came in waves at first,  like the morning waves on an empty beach, as the sun slowly began to rise on the horizon.  The purpose of this project was for me to heal from the horrors of January. 

In the frenzied activity, the (good kind of) stress, the intensive planning, the non-stop practices, the internal dramas and rehearsals, and dealing with props, stage lights, and sound, people, I had no time to be sad or depressed, nor regret and lament the loss of January. The chaos and demands of the Musical Project paved the way for me to not think about January,  and prioritise my time and thoughts on something far greater and purposeful.  Before I knew it, it was November, and our show was a big hit. 

In Lewis Caroll's Alice in Wonderland, she slips down the rabbit hole and enters into a world of magic and wonder. In one of the scenes, as her body is distorted (gets smaller and bigger) she laments the famous words "curiouser and curiouser," which in the original English should be "more curious." However, it was Carroll's way of stating that Alice is in a world where the normal rules don't apply. 

Sometimes, in life, perhaps we are like Alice, either caught up in a maze, falling down the rabbit hole, or invited to a season of Madness (Mad Hatters tea party), and things at first may not make sense. But as life unfolds, it begins to.  

For me, 2024, did not start as I envisioned it, and my assumptions with the Musical Project were also different, however, what unfolded was not what I wanted, but perhaps what I needed, and strangely, the hectic schedule and stress preserved my sanity, and kept me from breaking down.  The Project made me scream, cry, laugh and applaud. It revived my excitement for arts and theatre, and unravelled emotions that had somehow become alien to me. It was a defrosting process that began to melt and release. This year, January came with a storm, but spring and summer kept me busy, and now I look forward to embracing December and all that is good with it.  

 





Tuesday, July 23, 2024

The Indoctrination of the Female Mind

 


 


                                                                  

When we were little girls, the first stage of indoctrination began with our introduction into the world of fairy tales. Prince charming to the rescue, and the damsel in distress. Rapunzel and the Prince, Sleeping Beauty and the Prince, Snow White and the Prince, The Little Mermaid and the freaking Prince. And so, slowly but surely, the process of this dire strait of indoctrination begins in the female mind, where we are taught from a young age to believe in happily ever after, and that our Prince will come and rescue us one day. And only, then will we be pleased.

In our teens, the bombardment (for millennials) was the concept of Rom-Coms and MTV. From movies to love songs, the female mind begins its second stage of indoctrination where she is led to believe that the handsome jock ultimately falls in love with the nerdy girl-next-door, or the guy acting like a dufus, is in fact secretly in love with her. (facepalm).

Stephenie Meyer's immortalized Bella and Edward, and millions of female readers around the world could relate, because it is only in the fictional world of Forks County, that a man as handsome as Edward Cullen will fall in love with a dork like Bella.  But let’s not blame Meyers fully, in fact, this heinous indoctrination begins in the Victorian age when Jane Austen made us believe that a man is rude to you because he is actually in love with you. And so, begins the immortalization and longing for Mr. Darcy.

We began to make excuses that a man is disinterested and rude, and has no time for us, because he is actually in love with us, and for this delulu, I blame Jane Austen.

And for those who have seen Jerry Maguire, long to hear the famous words, “you complete me.”!!! We are led into thinking that we can be complete only if and when a man falls for us. And we want that happily ever after; we want to drive into the sunset, we want our rom-com. 

Moving on to our current world, TS and her Eras have imprinted this generation with "Love Song", "You Belong With Me," "Lover", and "The Tortured Poets Department". Every song is a heartbreak that millions of girls globally can relate to and resonate with. No wonder it sells. (FYI: I am a Swifty btw).

 And so, right from the Grimm Brothers, to the Swifty Era, the female mind, heart and soul has been indoctrinated. The books they sell, the songs they last, and the movies they add as a comfort to our bare-naked hearts, but only temporarily.

EAT, PRAY LOVE, sells because every female reader believes and longs for their story too, to end in a similar path. 

They resonate with the loss, and long for the love. 


What if there existed a world, without any of the above?

A world without the damsel in need of a Prince to come to her rescue?  

A world where Vampires are more like the ones in 30 Days of Night, than the ones at Forks County. 

A world where guys like Mr. Darcy are cancelled, and not tolerated,

 and a world where normal songs minus the heartaches are on our Spotify list.

 

Imagine a world like that?

Because at the end of the day, darlings, delulu is NOT the solulu 😊


May we find our happily ever after, in ourselves, and cease to long for that which is fictional and was created to sell.

 

Sunday, June 30, 2024

defect product

 


Rembrandt Van Rijn


I was born with a defect.

The defect is not visible to the human eye. You cannot see it. 

Even if you took a microscope and examined every part of me, every pore, every sinew, it is not detectable.

The defect was with me, from the day I was born, and it remained. It became a part of me.

It walked with me and slept with me. It lingered on my thoughts and captivated and dictated my actions. It burned bridges and carved scars within me. It crippled and deformed me, and it stayed on. It appears at times, loud and crass, and subtle and quiet, and mutilates every core of me. It rolls in like a tsunami, slowly, and crashes and destroys everything in its path. It maims, devours, and burns all that comes towards me.  Like a sore that refuses to heal, or a wound that continues to fester, the defect remains and reeks of havoc.

You see,


the defect is me.

and I the consequences of its aftermath. 

A concoction of fear, insecurity, pride, impatience, and distrust, and as these vices bred inside me, I became a product of its depraved fruit.

I battle daily, to rid myself of my deformity. I strive to rectify, rid and heal. Realising that,

the only way,

is a reformed mind, a renewed heart and a revived soul. 

A sipping of the blood that cleanses, a bite of the bread that bonds, a washing of the spirit that re-births. Reformation take time, but I refused to be a product of the defect that I was born with.

The defect ends here.



 Isaiah 1:18/Matthew 26:26-28/John 20:22/