I hate ‘how to mob’. I loathe it when a man failed all his life writes a book called ‘You Can Win’. I hate Paulo Coelho and I detest Robin Shrama. I denounce everyone who imposes his personal depravity on others.
Then why the fuck do I get back to Roark every time I am down? Why I visit Hugh’s blog regularly? Why I watch Fight Club every time I need a kick to crawl forward. Why I find a close affinity with people like Anurag Kashyap? Why I believe every ounce of his existence is a stuff he should be proud of?
Probably, for the fact that I once read and I often re-read- "Show me your achievement, and the knowledge will give me courage for mine." Ayn Rand in Fountainhead.
Every man seeks a personal guidance, consciously or subconsciously, to lead his life. And that is the reason Coelho, Rand and Deepak Chopra are published and are among bestsellers. That is the fact fantasy of Batmans and Supermans is lived and cherished in print and on 70 mm. The source of the drive and thus the outcome from it may differ but the premise for the drive remains the same-personal upliftment.
And it was on one such drive that I watched Fight Club the sixth time last night. I was down and out and needed a kick to realize there exists a Taylor Durden inside me. I badly needed to convince myself beyond my immediate mediocre self there is an alter ego that is able to perform super things. It exists in everyone. But it’s killed every time, every second in our every day life-In our cubicles-in classrooms-on dining table-on playgrounds-in pubs and in café. Every time we try to share our great grand fantasy our bosses, our teachers, our parents, our coaches, our friends, our girl friends-they all end up making our dream a butt of joke-
“Are you sure????”
“There is a lot of gamble. Why try when you have other options.”
“I don’t believe this!!”
“Be practical.”
“You will end up making a practical joke of yourself.”
Fight Club Snap Shot-
“Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic; it's all going down, man”
“I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve. Let the chips fall where they may”
“How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? ”
” Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need”
“You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world”
“No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide”
I have decided to finally read the book itself. But I would be glad if you, too, brace yourself up at least for the visual bout in this fantastic Fight Club (if you haven't been in the ring already).
bhaio Hugh's blog ka URL toh de de
ReplyDeletesee blogs I follow.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, its www.gapingvoid.com