The power of words

I saw this movie called Dangerous Liasions a long time ago,and it brought home to me very forcefully a truth nebulously known for a long time..intoxicating,enchanting,trite ,boring,deadly..depending solely on the person who weilds them,words can become weapons,as powerful as the tides pulling you under relentlessly or as ineffectual as raindrops on a duck's back.

So what is needed to have that kind of wizardary over words?not an intimate knowledge of wren and martin,though having a good vocabulary certainly helps. It helps as well if you can weave together phrases which captivate,but thats just wit. I think,at the end of the day,what it really comes down to is imagery. Whether written or spoken,if you can paint a picture with your words,if you can make them live and breathe and aquire a life of their own,if you can use them to create worlds,insubstansial and frothy but holding one within their grips,if you can push reality away,or make it more real,then you have the Gift.

To transport someone into another way of thinking,against rationality,against reason,against even their own inclination,even if for a short while is a heady feeling.those who can ,often take this ability for granted,not fully appreciating or maybe caring the devastating effect they can have over the naive,the impressionable.put simply they can seduce..your mind ,heart, or body..whichever they choose ,away from you.but equally certainly,it can be used to fire a sense of determination,bring peace,hope ,joy,encourage optimisim..to heal a bruised and battered heart,to renew a sense of purpose..
I personally equate it as good and bad magic.Think Hitler.Think Shakespere.

As one of my favourite author Terry Pratchett sums up in "The Truth"....."put us together the right way,the alphabets seem to say,and we can be anything you want.we could even be something you dont want.we can spell anything.we can certainly spell trouble."

The Begining.

Once upon a time,almost three decades ago,some one decided that i should be born. I'm guessing that it wasnt exactly my parents,who were merely random targets of a bigger purpose at work..or, as i like to think on days like these,a bigger conspiracy...

To begin with,the name of the blog is Andromeda,for the simple reason that i like the word.No deeper connotations here at all...i wanted apocalypse really, but my sister thought that would be a bit much...still you know,on days like these....

I'm not exactly sure how this will work..do i talk about myself for a bit? only not i think..this is more going to be like a medium to vent.I'm not particularly interested in connecting with others to be frank. Mostly because im never fully done connecting with myself.

So what happened today to make me decide enough is finally enough..?why i mean,did i let the world and its population finally get to me?so yes,today (again)i was offered unsolicited advise on how to manage a certain portion of my life by someone who is a)not qualified and b)extremely irritating.But neverthless...i dont think that was it really,since i did what i always do on such occassions..smile exremely sweetly and scare the hell out of them. I think maybe that being nice has finally gotten to me!

So today is the day i refuse to suffer alone without dragging the world down along with me.And since i like whatever friends i have,and would like to keep them,this is my way of venting. I'm going to be talking to the universe in general..that belonging to the virtual aspect of it anyway.I always wondered why there isnt a theory to explain the birth of the internet,in the manner of the big bang and similar,because thats just what this is isnt it?a world in itself?one I'm admittedly not very fond of..the fear of unknown combined with an very very suspicious attitude towards artificial intellience..

Had an insane desire today to stomp on all the holy books in the house and set them on fire..could almost picture the scene.It's a dark and stormy night and lightenening is flickering ,sometimes near sometimes far off. There is a temple,the kind with 532 steps and i can be seen tearing books apart and raging against the gods in general,part terror ,part glee fuelling me,until the glee seeps out,and only terror is left behind,wondering when a shaft of that lightening is going to strike me down lazily,as an example to all those who dare to question the needless suffering of the human race,all those who find impossible when hurting for no fault of their own to ascribe to theory of "pichle janam ke karm"...

Of course ,knowing the gods ,they would probably do nothing.Just to prove how well bred they are.Or how utterly unimportant i am. So now i can see myself,standing in the rain which has doused the flames,making a pitiful hash out of my beautiful conflagration of defiance,and I'm left wondering what on earth has gotten into me.And more importantly,what my mother will say...