MUSES

As this blog is about my thoughts, concrete and fleeting, I have decided to stream some of my random thoughts from the past week. Indeed it’s been a few days of many things; a trip, missed directions, deadlines and the busyness that work can become.


It was during these past few days that I picked up one those eco-driven watches. Looking back, I just wonder if we all wore eco-friendly wrist watches; would it really bore any significance in climate change? Only recently, a few folks took a trip to the magnetic north pole by rowing, a feat unimaginable just 10 years ago because of the ice that capped the region. I do not think wrist watches are the solution to global warming. The concept of such gadgets appeals to me though but it is not very different from the appeal of my ultimate personal toy: a chopper with complete full military specs!

I also stumbled into the movie “Before Sunrise”. I have always thought it as one of my all time top ten, although, often my memory is always short of remembering it whenever I am required to mention a favourite movie. Before I am taken as someone with an obsession for lists, one is just obligated to have pass words for the many online transactions, e-journals, club memberships, etc. Often password security includes such things as colour of first car, favourite movie and the like. Thanks to these securities, I have been held back from joining a possibly anonymous group of people who can not match certain log-ins with the right password (there is an organised community for every thing these days you know).

Before I stray tangentially, the movie is an average budget production with a cast of 2 major characters in a spontaneous but engaging conversation. I have always loved a good conversation – spontaneous, rich, engaging and deep. In the company of others, I am most alienated when someone is incapable of expressing him/herself. Rarely am I an impersonal friend. I love the use of words. Perhaps the latter is my own vice especially when I am in a verbose mood, but it was in my efforts to check the duration of my monologues that I have come to respect and value time; man’s most precious commodity.

My mind’s rant is the most expressed of my senses. Random as they may seem, they are a coordinated stream of what I have seen, heard and felt. But like everything else, must be contained within the space that time imposes. As it turned out, the past few days have been crowned by some really busy and bloody demands at work; a restriction of my free unedited thoughts, a containment of time. Our life is indeed tied to time.