in the begining.
  1. 01

    Persuasion

    … so I walk into a strip club, Malasha to be precise.

    A friend of a friend was celebrating his last day as a single man, I believe the term is Bachelors. I'll be honest I'm not a strip-club individual, but, I only went along so I can know about what it is about, you know, body of evidence type thing?

    I don't know much about running a strip-joint, but I know Malasha had not thought theirs is proper (or maybe they did)

    The girls, women, strippers have to walk through the crowd to get to the, ahem, pole.  Which is okay when they are about to perform, but after their performance, they have to walk past the same crowd to head back to their, ahem, rooms. 

    Which is odd considering their are strippers (they take their clothes off) and have to walk past the same 'aroused' mense?

    I guess maybe the bouncers are on point — or that's part of the marketing and 'sales'?

    but I digress.

    Well, after the strip-show we headed to a 'special-bachelors' room to get a private dance for the soon-to-be-groom.

    and there it was:

    for as far back as I can remember, till that day, I had never been attracted to Indian women, never saw them in that sexual light (or lack of).

    till our private-dancer started doing her thing, yes, she was an Indian girl.

    … from that day/night I am a changed man.

    Which is great, I think.

  2. 02

    He say, she say, they said.

    I am pretty sure that anybody that comes around these parts (and reads what I write) has picked up that, I argue a lot, maybe not just argue but argue with an intent of winning an argument.

    With the advent of micro-blogging that has become difficult, arguing on twitter is like your phone ringing every second paragraph you utter — the interruptions break the conversation flow.

    … how can a debate be allowed to persist on twitter — how much can you say with 140 characters to spare?

    So, I have decided never to engage in debate over twitter — imagine security guards arguing with walkie-talkies, not a very efficient way to convey a thought.

    What I wanted to say on this essay is:

    inasmuch as enjoy arguing and debating things — I refuse to debate with anybody who fails to set a baseline for the argument.

    you know? Its like an Atheist arguing with a god-fearing-believer, that debate is going nowhere:

    … because both are not willing to accept each others baseline argument.

    The debate, argument will go on forever — as a matter fact, I refuse to engage an argument with anybody that fails to accept what is known (or accepted) to be true:

    … for every argument there is, almost, always an anchor of fact that the debate is based on — without it, what exactly are we arguing about?

    q.e.d

  3. 03

    Then and there.

    … right now, right here (in the same tone FatBoySlim dropped it).

    It is no longer important to look at what was or what will be, what is important is right now, right here.

    be in this moment, this very second, this very minute, right now.

    do no reflect on how you got here or where you will be because of this moment — in fact do not reflect at all.

    enjoy this very minute, this second, this moment.

    … try and do that everyday at least once — enjoying a moment without having to make sense of what it means beyond the fact that it is a moment to be in, right now, right here.

    *ps: the minute you observe this moment, right now, right here — it is not longer right here, right now, you are already on your next moment.

    enjoy.

  4. 04

    Sweet Misery

    … and again music is soul.

    I wish I didn't feel it
    I know it just ain't right
    But it seems to pop up in my head
    Morning, noon, and night
    I just can't release it
    The memory of you
    Mama never told me
    Love would leave me so damn blue

    1ove, melancholy.

  5. 05

    Angel

    You, know — they don't make music like the used to.  I know that sounds old.  Here I am listening to Sarah McLachlan's Angel:

    … spend all your time waiting, for that second chance. For a break that will make it okay.  There is always some reason to feel not good enough, and it's hard at the end of the day.

    … I need some distraction, oh beautiful release, memory seep from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and may I'll find some peace tonight.

    … and the words are absolutely perfect — if you remember the show The Pretender, that was the first I heard it. It was also on that movie with Nicholas Cage and Meg Ryan: City of Angels.

    1ove, melancholy.

preface

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