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Earth From Above

Late last year there was an exhibition called Earth From Above going on in Melbourne. More than the exhibition what piqued my interest was that the exhibition was on for 6 months and it was open 24 hours a day.

So with my interest aroused me and my wife went over to see what it was. I was prepared for a major disappointment as most of the exhibitions of art these days deal with what is popularly termed as “Modern Art” which is way beyond my understanding.

But to our surprise we found the exhibition to be a collage of delightful pictures from all around the world.

Without any further ado I present the link for having a look at these excellent photos on the photographers personal website:

http://www.yannarthusbertrand.com/yann2/affichage.php

The photos are sorted by country and many of them have a description in English (which is as insightful as the pictures themselves).

Hope you all enjoy this as much as we did.

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I have been dead since 3rd June 2003. That’s exactly 4 years ago. I died in a car accident when me and my wife, Susan, were going to the movies. We were driving along happily listening to music when her favourite song came on. As I always used to do, I took my eyes off the road to trouble her by skipping onto the next song. I was a couple of seconds late in reacting to the truck bearing down on us and now here I am, dead as a doornail.

I was just 26 when my life was cut short. It was as if the world which I had just begun to grasp within my hands had been snatched away. I had been looking forward to so many things when more than half of my life taken away from me – wanted to have kids, get a house, go bungy jumping, grow old along with Susan, go to Paris and do many more things. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

Now that I am dead you may wonder what fate had in store for me. Was it Heaven or Hell? Isn’t it? That’s what we have all been brought to believe in, that there is life after death, that there is a heaven where good people go and a hell for all the sinners. It’s been 4 years since I have died but I am no closer to the truth than you are. But there is another anomaly we all have heard of. Ghosts! This is what I believe myself to be. Not one that goes around scaring people. But I see myself as some form of energy floating around which no one is aware of. And having nothing else to do, no one to be with all I do is observe things.

I was right there when my father told Susan that I had died. I saw the anguish, the pain, the death of our dreams in her eyes. I saw her cry, saw her utter helplessness and heard her questions and prayers to god. Seeing her like this all I wanted at that time was to hold her tight in my arms and tell her to move on, wanted to give her the strength to forget me and be happy, and for her to wipe away the tears and smile once again. I wanted her to go out meet new people, have kids, get a house, go to Paris and fulfil all the dreams we had dreamt of together.

But time changes everything and everyone. In the past 4 years I have seen Susan do what I had wished for that day. Today I saw her in Paris, bringing her son back from school to the house she had bought along with Henry. On the way back I saw her stopping by the church. I saw her kneel down and pray for me, remember me. And a tear rolled down her cheek. It’s been quite a few months since my thoughts have flittered across her mind and I no longer want this. Today somehow I do not want her to move on. I want to be in her life. I want to be the person she snuggles up to late at night. I want to be the dad her kid looks up to. I no longer want to be forgotten. If not alive I still want to be remembered everyday. What else do I have to look forward to?

It used to feel so good in the beginning. Being missed everyday. Even though I wanted Susan to forget me and to move on it did feel good, on some level, to be remembered and wanted. It did make me feel connected to her, to the world, to the life I no longer have. But slowly as time moved on so did people. Today I saw Susan remember me after such a long time and again I felt the same rush, felt her love for me. How I have longed for it. I have seen life move on, Susan move on, while all I can do is stand at the same place and watch things go further away. There used to be days when I could feel all my loved ones around me. And I have passed days seeing it all trickle to a few days.

And I know I cannot blame Susan for this change. Though she still loves me the same, it is this this whirlwind of time that has confined me to become just “a few dates here and there.”

Who am I?

Moses said to God, “Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what shall I tell them?”

God said to Moses, “I am who I am . This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I Am has sent me to you.’ ”

… This is my name for ever, the name by which I am to be remembered from generation to generation

–From The Bible.

I do not claim to be a reincarnation of Allah, Jesus, Krishna or any God per se, nor am I to be known by my name. I am simply a being of my actions. This is what is used to identify me. People say a lot of things about me but here is what I have to say about myself.

Among a few words that can aptly describe me are the ones from the title of my blog: deranged, demented, destitute. And the list goes on.

My wife says I am a nerd, geek, freak, a bore, and ofcourse an emotionally dumb person.

My parents say I am good kid. Only if…

My friends say … well I have never asked them so I dont know what they think about me.

Now lets see what you have to say about me……