Don't you think I understand? The hopeless dream of being. Not seeming, but being. Conscious at every moment. Vigilant.
At the same time the chasm between what you are to others and to yourself. The feeling of vertigo and the constant desire to at last be exposed. To be seen through, cut down, perhaps even annihilated. Every tone of voice a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace. Commit suicide? Oh, no. That's ugly. You don't do that.
But you can be immobile, you can fall silent. Then at least you don't lie. You can close yourself in, shut yourself off. Then you don't have to play roles, show any faces or make false gestures. You think...
But you see, reality is bloody-minded.
Your hideout isn't watertight. Life seeps in everything. You're forced to react. No one asks if it's real or unreal, if you're true or false.
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How can anybody not love this movie? How can anybody not relate to these lines. These lines define my sense of reality so well that I'd probably not understand how somebody could not relate to these lines.
At the same time the chasm between what you are to others and to yourself. The feeling of vertigo and the constant desire to at last be exposed. To be seen through, cut down, perhaps even annihilated. Every tone of voice a lie, every gesture a falsehood, every smile a grimace. Commit suicide? Oh, no. That's ugly. You don't do that.
But you can be immobile, you can fall silent. Then at least you don't lie. You can close yourself in, shut yourself off. Then you don't have to play roles, show any faces or make false gestures. You think...
But you see, reality is bloody-minded.
Your hideout isn't watertight. Life seeps in everything. You're forced to react. No one asks if it's real or unreal, if you're true or false.
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How can anybody not love this movie? How can anybody not relate to these lines. These lines define my sense of reality so well that I'd probably not understand how somebody could not relate to these lines.
share. talk. inspire. understand. tell. speak. hear. be heard. narrate. voice. throw open.
When did you flip a situation so you could resist, when did you give back as hard as you got? When and how did you choose to confront? When did you become an Action Hero?
Here's what Shwetha Shenoy, my colleague & an awesome action hero, wants to share:
This is one of the incidents I can never forget!! Coz I was involved.
I travel by bus. As usual I got into a bus n two stops later this gal aged about 22yrs follwed by a middle aged guy got in.. I was sitting. That gal was standing just opposite to me n was busy over phone. I noticed that the guy was standing right behind her n was tryin to touch her!!! I was shocked. Then, thought (1st time) he must ve done that by mistake.. But then, I saw he continued doing the same n the gal din't even notice.. that was all I could take. I shouted at the guy asking him to go behind as there was enough space available. The guy answered back askin me, what my problem was n I had a seat n why his standing in the front was bothering me??!!!! I lost my temper n said, I'm gonna complain about it. Probably he understood/ he didn't understand, I'm not bothered. Coz the guy went back n stood away from that gal. Later he got down before the bus reached the main bus terminal. Else he would've had it!! The gal dint even notice all this happening in the bus!!!
After we (me n that gal) got down, I went n spoke to that gal n asked her to be more careful n keep her eyes open while traveling in the bus.
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So where's my story? I'm ashamed to say that I don't have one. All the incidents mostly happened when I was in school. I had no clue that I could yell back or react in a way that would put the bad guy on the defensive. My goal every time it happened was to get away from there as fast as I could. Maybe that's why Blank Noise has had such an impact on me. I'm finally standing up for myself and my space and my rights.
There have been a few small incidents here and there recently and I've found myself more than capable of flipping the situation, but my heart bleeds for that li'l girl I was in the past.
So I'm gonna talk about it and blog about it and share all I can..
..and I'll wish..
I wish more women are not afraid (of men, of society, of being physically weaker)
I wish more women discover their potential and be themselves
To participate:
1. announce the event
2. blog your story
3. email about it and BNP will link you right away!
Email: blurtblanknoise@gmail.com
When did you flip a situation so you could resist, when did you give back as hard as you got? When and how did you choose to confront? When did you become an Action Hero?
Here's what Shwetha Shenoy, my colleague & an awesome action hero, wants to share:
This is one of the incidents I can never forget!! Coz I was involved.
I travel by bus. As usual I got into a bus n two stops later this gal aged about 22yrs follwed by a middle aged guy got in.. I was sitting. That gal was standing just opposite to me n was busy over phone. I noticed that the guy was standing right behind her n was tryin to touch her!!! I was shocked. Then, thought (1st time) he must ve done that by mistake.. But then, I saw he continued doing the same n the gal din't even notice.. that was all I could take. I shouted at the guy asking him to go behind as there was enough space available. The guy answered back askin me, what my problem was n I had a seat n why his standing in the front was bothering me??!!!! I lost my temper n said, I'm gonna complain about it. Probably he understood/ he didn't understand, I'm not bothered. Coz the guy went back n stood away from that gal. Later he got down before the bus reached the main bus terminal. Else he would've had it!! The gal dint even notice all this happening in the bus!!!
After we (me n that gal) got down, I went n spoke to that gal n asked her to be more careful n keep her eyes open while traveling in the bus.
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So where's my story? I'm ashamed to say that I don't have one. All the incidents mostly happened when I was in school. I had no clue that I could yell back or react in a way that would put the bad guy on the defensive. My goal every time it happened was to get away from there as fast as I could. Maybe that's why Blank Noise has had such an impact on me. I'm finally standing up for myself and my space and my rights.
There have been a few small incidents here and there recently and I've found myself more than capable of flipping the situation, but my heart bleeds for that li'l girl I was in the past.
So I'm gonna talk about it and blog about it and share all I can..
..and I'll wish..
I wish more women are not afraid (of men, of society, of being physically weaker)
I wish more women discover their potential and be themselves
To participate:
1. announce the event
2. blog your story
3. email about it and BNP will link you right away!
Email: blurtblanknoise@gmail.com
