The Future of Me

YAAY! Our 1st SHORT FILM is ready! Trailer on 13th FEB

2012-02-12T01:55:00.002+05:30

Film ready & being sent to Cannes. Trailer will be released by 13th Feb. Watch this space & pl ask ur friends to join our Film group here -> https://www.facebook.com/groups/ampanglesFilms/

Kab ho unga main azaad?

2011-08-15T13:28:00.005+05:30

ped ki chaon ko chedti, suraj ki kirnen,

roomani hawa ki shararat se machalti taani

geeli baarish ki fisalti bhoondon se sharmayi pattiyan....

sab kar raheen hain intezaar,

ki kab ho unga main azaad...apni hi banayee baediyon se

aur karne aaonga unse pyaar.

kab ho unga main azaad...?

Empire Avenue is such fun

2011-07-27T23:54:00.000+05:30

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Introducing The Principal Cast of Everybody Hurts

2011-07-19T22:32:00.002+05:30

Introducing the Principal cast of Everybody Hurts, our first film produced by AMP ANGLES FILMS

Working stills from our 1st Short film

2011-06-27T01:58:00.002+05:30

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2011-05-24T18:37:00.001+05:30

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2011-03-22T11:59:00.000+05:30

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Fault Lines in the heart

2010-11-04T11:33:00.015+05:30

This is not an article as much as it's a question - Why is it, emotions that we grow up thinking we will encounter from our foes, we land up recieving from our friends in grown up life? and in Friends, I include our co workers, team members, peers, acquaintances, neighbours, lovers, husbands, wives and even relatives, parents, siblings, children....and myself.

Envy, jealousy, anger, hatred, deception, lies, manipulation and other such emotions are not what you associate with a friend when you are kid playing in the park, having family dinners, attending school, sharing your first cigarette or your first love. Those festivals you celebrate, those events you attend, that game you watch, a shirt you buy....not in any one of those moments, the thought comes to your mind that even remotely suggests that one day these same people, you included will be faced with dangerous fault lines that would threaten to break everyone's heart.

And yet, this is exactly what happens. Was it always like this? Ofcourse we all know about brutus but there was a time, not so far away, when I saw a friend of my father's from a small town visit us in our posh south delhi residence. He was a man of modest means and a friend from my father's very early working days as a medical rep, stationed in a small dusty town in North India.

However, that day, as I saw them meet, hug and talk, I did not witness an ounce of any of these emotions that I am talking of. This was 1984. I was only a teen with my head firmly in the clouds but even I could percieve the love that night. It was true as was the respect, admiration, concern and support. The emotions that we do grow up thinking we will encounter from our friends.

Over the years, I saw that love grow and quite effortlessly. yet, as I started growing up, I found myself often in the middle of these invisible cross roads, where I had to choose between facing the ire of a friend or taking him out from my life altogether. There just was never another option. Not that I or these friends did not try. God knows we did but it was never meant to be.

And yet, I grew up believing exactly that. I believed that there will always be an option. We will always rise above any fault lines that may develop between us. We, our relationship, felt invincible. Indestructable even. But when the axe struck....it all crumbled like a stack of cookies, we once shared from the same kitchen.

Ofcourse, today they tell me that it is also possible that the very reality I percieved as a kid of how it should be with friends was not a reality at all but just my perception of a reality. A perception, fantasy even. It seems logical but I don't want to believe that.

I don't want to believe that because I can't. I can't because, all the wisdom, maturity, practicality and hardness that we aquire as we grow up, does not make us capable enough to comprehend and accept that. No matter how many times it happens, between who and how badly. One still finds it unbelievable. I do. I do not believe that it was a skewed perception, I believe it was a reality. Maybe a reality that we can not see anymore but a reality nevertheless.

Like I said, this is not an article, it is a question, I need an answer to.

Today, as I stand staring at what I feel may turn out to be the biggest turning point of my adult life, it is important for me to know my foes from my friends. So, do help me by sharing your thoughts or if you do have an answer for me.....

So ja Panchi

2010-10-05T19:17:00.005+05:30

so ja panchi, so ja

so ja O panchi, so ja

kal phir hai oodna, pankh fadakna, dana chugna,

so ja

so ja panchi, tu so ja

baadal hai kaale, darr mat tu pyaare,

badal hai kaale, darr mat tu pyaare

KiRnain laayengee ujaale,

so ja

So ja panchi, so ja

so ja panchi, tu so ja

Na samundar ke toofaan, na tooti yeh taani

Na jheel ka gussa, Na bhayanak yeh baarish,

rok paayengee tujko o praanee,

so ja

So ja panchi, so ja

So ja o panchi, tu so ja

matlab ki sena ya phir bhatka woh saathi

reh na sakhenge tere raste main maaji

So ja

So ja o panchi, so ja

Vijay teri hogi, milenge naye rahee

Door jana hai, na rakh koi pareshaani

kitni bhi andheri raat ke baad, bhor hai aani

So ja panchi, so ja

so ja panchi, tu so ja

I want a potty seat made of Gold

2010-10-03T01:56:00.006+05:30

The right question – Can we not succeed without aspiring for the obnoxious?

The adage born with a silver spoon has lost the sheen in post e reforms India and not because silver spoon is not a valuable commodity anymore but because almost everyone today has one.

Everyone also has a cell phone, credit cards, mode of transport, branded piece of clothing and even a hyper market loyalty card. This is the good news. There is no bad news as such but the strange news is that a lot of us aspire to have a lot more. At the face of it this too seems okay but when we dissect these aspirations we realize that “a lot more” stands for alarming proportions.

In New Delhi and Mumbai, you will find many moderately rich middle class families of 4 having 4 cars if not 5 to 6 cars. An LCD or plasma in every room, some even have a small size one fitted into the bathrooms. 2 big size fridge, a deep freezer, and mini fridge in the bar and bedrooms. Collection of shoes is no more a female domain, even a domestic help has 4 pairs today.

You step into a house today and every corner has a gadget, every table has a remote lying on it to access that gadget. Every individual in a family will change his or her clothes at least thrice a day and that includes the lazy brother who never really goes anywhere except the sofa in front of his TV screen. Washing machines are always on overdrive, dishwashers have been grumbling for a while now and let's not even talk about the airconditioners!!

Now lets see what’s happening outside our homes - Everyday, you will see people of all ages, shapes and sizes walking out of hypermarkets with bags full of stuff that could feed an army and provide their boarding lodging as well. So, what’s inside these bags? Lets see – tomato chilli ketchup for Rahul, tomato garlic ketchup for Priya, tomato coriander ketchup for Mrs. Verma and regular old fashioned plain tomato ketchup for Mr. Verma. There’s 3 kinds of wheat, 3 kinds of rice, 4 kinds of cheese, 2 kinds of butter, 4 kinds of oil, 3 kinds of milk cartons and this is just one bag of 6. But I think we all get the picture.

The other day on an English News channel I saw an interesting debate between Nobel Laurette Dr. R.K Pachauri and Icon of as yet wannabe economic super power Mr Mukesh Ambani. The debate was on flavour of the season topic – Energy management. Dr. Pachauri made an important point that most of India’s present and future energy needs can be managed by simply altering certain lifestyle choices. To which Mr Ambani gave the now often heard retort that one can not curb the aspirations of a growing nation and prospering population. America, Europe couldn’t do it and neither can we.

A disillusioned Dr Pachauri shrugged his shoulders and said that we must understand one difference when we compare our journey to being a developed nation with America or Europe that neither of those regions faced the energy crises and demand at the time they gained prosperity. Today the situation is different and so are the reserves of the resources. We must aspire but our aspiration need to be different as well. Our dependency needs to be different as well. We should use more of what we have in abundance like Sun, rainwater and wind.

Needless to say – Mr Ambani who could not counter this effectively was not very amused. And understandably so – he is building his vertical palace in Mumbai at a price that is unpronounceable in most countries – Rs.4500 Crore!!! And you can’t even imagine the energy consumption that house is going to have.

It’s reasonable to have aspirations if you are doing well after all this is not a communist state. Not as yet anyways. However, will our achievements and success only be defined by the material or tangible acquisitions our success can afford us or can we strive to achieve for something bigger, better, beyond our parameters of greed? Do we need to do everything that every successful society did before us? Can we not gauge our sense of achievements from different fulfillments? Can we not say no for few of those many times when we say yes? Can we not succeed for the joy of succeeding? Can we not prosper so that we can help those who didn’t? Can we not have a super power that can stand for values that serves our present, our future not our egos?

We can and we are in some ways, in some places. Few and far but there are examples of people like Mr Narayan Murthy, President Abdul Kalam and Dr Pachauri for whom success is not about personal aspirations but collective progression of our society, of our race.

The good thing about democracy is that we can choose to believe in Dr. Pachauri as the Icon of new super power instead of Mr Mukesh Ambani no matter what the media proclaims but for that we will first have to get our asses off our potty seat made of gold.

A Simple Kiss

2010-10-03T01:23:00.007+05:30

So many houses on the way,

not a single home for me
Happy families, folks and siblings
I wonder if they can ever be?

Gangs, circle, clubs and friends
I am not in any one of these

My side of bread
Neither has Jam, nor Butter,
not even a slice of cheese

Such Tall trees in the forest,
and Buildings on the streets
not one of them I could ever reach
To make the world hear me scream

24/7 million radio stations
not one playing my song for me
Daily soaps, Films and plays
have no character based on me

exotic sweets, wine and chocolates
are all wasted on me,
the only taste I ever get,
is of the chilling winter breeze

Expensive gifts, champagne weddings
and stretch limousines
Everyone wants it, is every one’s dream
Thank you but not for me

The only thing I ever wish?
…to feel a simple kiss.
if something like that still exists!
and comes for free…

The Joy of Living

2010-10-03T01:12:00.003+05:30

We all look for a reason to live, we all must.

"When I was attending a film school in the early years of my career, I realized one fact about films that shook me up greatly – that films don’t really change people’s lives. People watch films for 2-3 hours, laugh, cry, get angry, become tense, feel sorry, sad and other emotions but after the film is over, they all go back to their day to day lives being just the way they were.

Their responses, outlook or attitude wasn’t affected by the emotions they experienced inside the dark room watching that film. Maybe their hairstyles and dress sense or way of speaking did but not their attitude, outlook or responses. If this was the case, then we would have eradicated corruption and violence long time ago from our society but alas such is not the case.

This made me wonder that if I am not making any worthwhile contribution to the society then what is the point of being a filmmaker?

So, I went around painfully exploring the purpose of becoming a filmmaker and I share with you what I discovered in that difficult time – Great purpose of life is not defined by what you do or not do but what you choose to do or not do. The emphasis being on “choice”. This, is the primary difference between inanimate objects and living beings.

We always have the choice to do or not do something and when we exercise that right, we experience the joy that is only possible for a living being – be it an animal or human. If you push a chair, it will fall. It doesn't have a choice. If you push a man, he might choose to fall or he may choose to rise. The point is he will always have a choice. Always. Thats why I live – I live to make a choice with every breath I take."

The Hats

2010-10-02T11:51:00.009+05:30

So futile are the lengths we go, to wear the many hats that protect our vulnerabilities, from the wrath of the Sun. If only we knew it was a dying star....

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Eyes on Mars

2010-05-17T19:30:00.004+05:30

Eyes on Mars

by Amit Mehra

You can run but you can't hide. That was suppose to be the last line of this article but since live Critique feed (LCF) on this article strongly suggested that I use it as an opening...so here we are.

The only problem is that now I am confused on how to end this article. But I guess that's a small price to pay for living in the future as a creative entity. Oh I have just received a message on my hand device that the ending too will be provided by LCF's central command. Now isn't this wonderful? Sorry...I stand corrected isn't it marvelous? Thanks LCF. (they felt the word wonderful is used often and also when used in that sentence...it reeks of unwarranted sarcasm. I agree)

I am so glad that now we have a critique system that is live...as in they review your work as you create it, when you create it. No more long months of anguish, waiting for a response or a reaction for one's work. I mean I have no idea why in the past the critics were not allowed to critique a creative product as it was being created. For some filmmakers, the wait for getting a critique of their work was so long. First make the film – 6-10 months. Then plan the release strategy, film promotions. Another 1-2 months gone and then the film released and only one day after that was the poor filmmaker able to read the love showered on him by the kind reviewers community. (hooray..this entire para has met with great enthusiasm and approval by the central command of LCF. Now who says reviewers don't have a heart? Who says they are not supportive of low IQ filmmakers trying to share their low IQ world view?)

You see the reviewers were always the best support system for filmmakers who generally developed a low IQ from the day they wielded the megaphone. They had no idea what the audience wanted. The reviewers did. Which is why more people read reviews instead of watching films. It's just that one only saw real benefits of it once the Live Critique Feed started. One did get a glimpse of it when the reviews started coming out on the same day as the film's release and then later on review tweets the moment a reviewer walked out of the first show but roots of LCF actually lies in the brilliant idea of some revolutionary journalists who started reviewing the film even before it's release. I knew then that it was a matter of time before this river of wisdom will be accessible to the poor thirsty filmmakers in dire need of such holy grail. ( I have just been informed by LCF that my membership has been upgraded to Gold class even as I write this article. This means now I will get free reviews of ideas as they are germinating in my head. How cool is that?)

So it came as no surprise when one fine day a small battalion of journalists landed up on my shoot, all armed with hawk eyes and wisdom of thousand years of cinema even though cinema had only been a 100 odd years old till then. They had super powers. I still remember my delight when after every shot, I would get a tweet or a text or video review of where I was going wrong or what I was doing right. What a pleasure it was to have such a support. Karan Johar made films about happy families but I was making a film as a happy family not a lonely grumpy brooding filmmaker. A happy family of filmmaker and reviewers.

Today, LCF is a much better developed format of that. Now a filmmaker not only gets the prompt review of every shot he does but gold class members (which I am now...yipeee) also get reviewed as we sit sipping our coffee thinking of an idea to make a film. Life's a peach. What else, now we also have feedback of audience on the reviews available to us live as we work. We are slowly moving from family filmmaking process to community and soon it will be global and who knows one day we may even get reviews and suggestions from Mars. Don't forget Martians have alien powers and they can probably analyze my work years before I have even thought of it. Now that would be revolutionary...to have eyes on Mars...watching over you.

Such a blessed life it is as a filmmaker....there is no need to hide. No need to run. Everyone knows everything already that you have done . Ah...what a liberating feeling it is not to tell a story that has never been told, reviewed, accepted or rejected till the day it is released. What a pre-historic notion that was to be judged only after committing a crime.

(My Gold card just arrived. I am so happy....)

2009-10-22T12:45:00.003+05:30

You weren’t even there

2007-09-24T21:23:00.000+05:30

I saw you in the morning, and you weren’t even there
But it sure smelt like you, the way you did right after the shower
When our love was still a bud of an uncrushed flower

That touch, it was so real, like your fingers running through my hair
Long back, when we still lived without much care
Your eyes were sparkling, the way they did every time you smiled
In those days when it was okay to be crazy and a little bit wild

I swear I saw you in the morning and I know you weren’t even there
The smell, the touch, your smile, my love was so real
Surreal is it not? That it could almost be a dream.
like getting wet in the rain just outside your house,
but the water could be from a faraway stream

This has happened to me before, this will happen to me again
I know you were never there and you will never be
But can you blame me for living on the possibility

- Amit Mehra

The Beginning of The End of The Beginning

2007-06-30T20:41:00.000+05:30

The Beginning of the End of the Beginning

Where do I start? My Lord, Where do I start?

From Corrupt air I breathe? Or the cynical water I drink? Perhaps frustrated food I eat or even polluted people I meet...where do I start? My Lord, where do I start?

My special effects car has made the rays of the sun hazy, my artistic fridge has made holes in the ozone, of course this makes some people crazy
My friendly air conditioner has made general weather a bit lazy

Everyone blames me and yet I am not being cagey, I am asking you….where do I start? My lord, where do I start?

I bribed the cop who caught me stealing; I greased the palms to accelerate my bank account's healing
For some, I bought pleasure, For Some I brought pain
I worked through the day, and kept the goodnight sleep at bay
And yet no one is happy, no one is gay
I wonder if all this is in vain

Again, where do I start? My lord where do I start?

I touch my keyboard more than my wife; I can see the pressure in my veins rise but not the rate of farmers’ suicides, I can feel the comfort in becoming nuclear but can not feel the rage of the storm brewing near…

are my nerves getting numb? Am I loosing my sight?
Standing underneath my tall building when I couldn’t see even an inch of God’s blue sky, I knew I must be turning blind..

This seems like the end but it could be the beginning

I have come so far and yet my toes are not even tingling

Were all these years just a fling? My lord, were you playing with my feelings?

Where do I start? My lord, where do I start - The beginning of the End of The beginning

We are what we are

2007-06-26T17:03:00.002+05:30

Here, I wish to explore how Man became the seflish animal as we know him today. Contributions from all selfish animals are more than welcome. Any incidents, anecdotes, famous historical events, personal experiences, confessions, anything is welcome as far as they qualify for selfish act by men. Here is my contribution:

For last few years me & my wife have been addicted to choclates. Now the rule is that we dont eat more than 1 choclate a day. and I mean 1 choclate bar between two of us. We usually have it post dinner. So, somedays She gets it from the fridge and breaks it into half and some days I do.

We love each other to death and would give our lives for each other at a drop of a hat but I noticed that in all these years, not once either of us have been able to make a fair 50-50 division of the choclate bar. Whoever breaks the choclate always keeps the biiger portion for himself or herself. And one always breaks it so that one piece is bigger than the other.

I have struggled for years to get over this unfair practice but I am unable to and niether is my wife. Strangely we are not so selfish in other spheres but this one act brings out the selfish gene in us. And it does make me wonder that if I cant divide a choclate bar fairly with someone i love more than my own life then what are the other selfish acts I am capable of.

I look forward to reading your contributions.

tally ho!

Who Told you we are Martians?

2007-06-24T14:56:00.000+05:30

"Who told you we are called Martians?".....This is the first thing I expect to hear if & when I meet an alien from the planet WE call Mars. If we could find an authentic animal translater, I am sure the first thing we will hear animals say " who told you that we are called Penguins? or whales? or Tigers?".

I have always been amazed by this entire mass naming or branding exercise that has been going on in this world. Who names Planets, species, places, things, etc? What is the methodology? I mean I know scientist name planets and biologist name plants or species but are we all on board for all the names these guys come up with? Have we got a global consensus on each one of these names? I am pretty sure no one asked me before naming all of us Humans. Now whether I like it or not, I am stuck with it.

More interestingly, for all the intelliegent science fiction in the world, not one has touched on this issue. I for one cant recollect any science fiction story, book or movie ever having a scene where the Aliens from Mars or any planet land up and corrected the humans they meet by telling us what they actually call themselves to begin with before blasting our heads off.

Amazingly we also never have a situation where aliens have got the name of our species or planet wrong.

Now, we all know what happened with America. Initially, Columbus thought he had discovered India and hence the natives got the name American Indians. We never bothered to check with them if they already have a name for themselves. And even if we did, the name that stuck was the name that was given to them.

Like us, I am sure all species would like to be known by the names they have thought for themselves. Imagine how pissed we will be if we came to know that on Venus, humans are known as Assholes and Earth as Planet Asshole.

So I really dont know what is the point of my rambling but I am surely interested in Knowing how many of you would be interested to know the real names of planets, species, things....also feel free to suggest alternative names for Planet Earth, Human beings, table or any other mass branding item..

I mean this is our time now, why should we live with the names or branding given by some wierdo way back in BC, AD or whenever...if you ask me, I am even okay with calling Earth - WINDOWS VISTA if Bill gates can pay each one of us our share for branding it so. Only 2 year contracts though, renegotiable post that. Pl raise hands whoever are on board.

cheers!

a.m. :)

Who am I

2007-06-24T14:52:00.001+05:30

Writer, filmmaker, man, husband, artist, impatient...any of these words could well be the defination of me but I am nothing if I am not lost...lost but always exploring new grounds to find the real me...Joining this lounge is also a step in that direction.

By the book - I am 2 short 40, Live in Bombay City (now Mumbai City) in India and have been working in the films, media and advertising industries here for last 17 odd years. I always wanted to be a filmmaker and wrote my first story at the age of 6 - It was titled "mystery of the last drop". A murder mystery, The story revolved around a mad scientist who discovers a mysterious poison which when mixed with drinks makes only the last drop poisonous. Unfortunately I couldn't complete this story as even I couldn't solve the mystery of the "poisonous last drop".

However, it did help make clear to me at a very early age that I will have a tough & twisted path to achieve creative success. Ofcourse, after growing up I realised that there is no other way to achieve creative success anyways. But one thing helps - Honesty.

So the plan is - first I find myself, then i find others. Then we do something...anything..to make this a more chilled out world...yes?

tally ho

amit

You know my name

2007-06-24T14:43:00.000+05:30

You know my name

In the darkness of the lane, in the street across the left pane
Of the window wet with rain, under the bed made of cane
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

In the cafe round the corner, sipping diet caffeine,
Talking on the cell, on a bad network range but there's no one out there...and it makes you feel insane
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

Under the cold shower, or burning from harsh Sun rays
Stuck in the endless jam or going down the lift again
Walking aimlessly in the mall, sifting through the racks
Looking for labels with familiar names
You know who I am talking about, you know...
You know my name

In the bitterness of the winters, in the nakedness of May
On top of a hill, underneath a shallow lake, inside a cave
Skydiving listening to Floyd, working with Bach, sleeping with Jerry, George & Elaine
You know who I am talking about, you know....
You know my name

O Father, Who are you?

2007-06-24T14:40:00.000+05:30

O Father, Who are you?

Background 1: I have been married for a while now & we have decided not have kids.
Background 2: India, where I belong, has the 2nd largest population in the world

Years after we took that decision of not having any kids, I still ponder if we took the right decision. Largely because I look around myself and everyone keeps producing kids, irrespective of their financial, social or physical state. There's just nothing that can make people stop producing kids. Most people, at least in India, are going to great lengths & pains to have kids. Marriages are broken; relationships are made based on the abilities to produce kids.

This addiction, obsession to produce kids had been baffling me. I know the usual answers - circle of life, kids are sweet, innocent, it's natural, children complete us, we need children to carry on the legacy, so on and so forth. All true answers but when this producing kids business takes epidemic proportions like it has in India and despite all odds against most people who are producing these kids, It does make me wonder that what's going on that I haven't caught on.

Then recently, my wife decided to take on the responsibility of teaching the poor children of nearby slums. I used to observe them in my space with caution & fear, almost as if they were this alien race that will take over my existence if I wasn't too careful.

And one fine day, my wife had to be somewhere else and I was faced with the situation I had feared all along - Interacting directly with the children, the kids, the species that my fellow countrymen were unwittingly producing away to glory without perhaps realizing the consequences. My wife is very serious about her commitments and I knew I would have to stand in as the teacher the days she is not available, because the kids have to be taught.

I prepared myself mentally for complete surrender, as this had to be a far superior and powerful race if they can have the entire nation hypnotized to perform one function - to produce more of them. I mean who am I to withstand such force? Scared, vulnerable, I started the class....and then something happened....

As the class progressed, instead of weak, meek surrender that I was expecting myself to do, I felt a surge of power...a power I had never experienced before...Though a little nervous at this turn of events, I liked how it felt and I wanted more...

So, now I started looking forward to times my wife would be gone so that I can take this class with the "Kids". Teaching them math, English, Painting....all subjects I hated attending in school. What was happening to me? Why am I drawn to an activity which would otherwise bore me to death? And then it all came....all the answers I was seeking...

In between taking the math class, I told a kid to not talk to his fellow students in a particular way and he listened. Then I asked a kid not to yawn in the class and she listened. Then I asked the whole bunch to sing national anthem before starting the class and they started doing it religiously.

The rush of power I had over these kids was unimaginable. It was like playing GOD. I realized that if I wish I could mould these kids the way I wanted, just like the screenplays of my films. This was ultimate power - the rush one gets to see another human being live a life YOU have designed for him. Even if it lasts a short while till the kid grows up. This power could be addictive.

And this, it dawned on me was the cause of mindless production of this product. Supply is far greater than the demand which is far greater then the need. And all this because this power to play God is a drug that we are all addicted to. The scariest part - we don't know this and we never will. I can already see everyone rubbishing this article as the weirdest theory ever.

This race - The kids, are much more powerful than I thought. First they make us believe - I love kids, they are so sweet, innocent, I want one of them. Then once we have them, the responsibilities, the pain, the suffering is numbed by this drug -power to play GOD. Then as the kids grow up, this drug is slowly taken away, we feel the withdrawal symptoms and just before we can wake up to the reality, a new drug is introduced - love.

This is the stage where the power balance starts shifting but its done so gradually that we don’t feel it till one day we find ourselves asking permission to enter their rooms, requesting them five minutes to have a chat, begging them to accompany us to a family function and then we know the take over is complete when we actually land up funding their flight to the next destination they wish to conquer. All this, while still high on the love drug.

If this theory that I have stumbled upon is true and I believe it is, then it would explain higher population in countries where a common man feels more helpless, powerless then in countries where a common man is more empowered. The drug - power to play God is easy to access and administer and almost everyone can have it and even if for a short while, and even though that drug only works within the confines of your space and family, it does make you feel...well...just like GOD.

Coming back to our decision of not having any kids - well, for now I have chosen to stay away from this drug, tomorrow is another day.

We are what we are

2006-04-30T11:58:00.000+05:30

Here, I wish to explore how Man became the seflish animal as we know him today. Contributions from all selfish animals are more than welcome.