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The DNA Bite: A Poem


The morning news speaks out to me

Through the looking glass, my forte

Dreamy-eyes, so sleep deprived

Shrug off sleep, drink coffee to thrive

Sigh again as the flood gates open

And my head starts to burn up like the sun

 

I love my parents, don’t get me wrong

But I wish they hadn’t thought so hard and long

And not passed it on to me as well

This good but painful habit to dwell

Feelings, emotions, decisions, ideas

They pump right through like falling tears

No break; the moment is too far gone

When I don’t sleep well my thoughts work on

 

And troubled how worrisome love makes me?

Relax, I bet it’s heredity

Sleepless nights and foolish fights

The glass is half full but I’ll see it half empty

 

But sometimes I feel I wouldn’t write

If I hadn’t heard all those fairy tales at night

Bed-time was a land of imagination

But even reading is just a part of the equation

If it didn’t run through my veins; this creative urge

I probably wouldn’t be so good with words

 

So, in conclusion, hold on, back up a little

Don’t just judge away, my inherited heart’s too brittle

And don’t put all this blame on me

You’ll be better off asking mommy and daddy

After all, why should I take this hurl

Since it’s them who brought me into this world.

 

DNA Analysis: The weekly challenge wanted an introspective post examining the traits you derive through your DNA. We’re a product of our environment, but not quite. I could have come up with another one of those reflective, drippy posts of mine but decided to take this one down a humorous road. Besides, I have really neglected poetry for a long, long time. So here, it is, a post about  inherited traits that alternately make me cringe and make me feel blessed. Sorry, mommy and daddy, I was just having a bit of fun.

Cheers! 😀

Awesome Photo Credit: Grasshopper, Dna

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Television

Add Some Pepper Please: How I Met Your Mother- The Final Ride


With Dexter out of the way, I am trying my hardest to control the urge to go on a back-to-back season run with some unputdownable T.V. series. But there isn’t time; too much needs to be done so I want to hold on a little longer. Instead, I decided to compensate with How I Met Your Mother. Season 9 kicked off on a good note and the show is doing a good job of trying to get back on track after all the dragging of the previous few seasons.

Don’t get me wrong,  How I Met Your Mother is still watchable. I still want to know where the story is headed and after the fiasco that was Dexter Season 8, HIMYM feels like a breath of fresh air. The mother is likable, though of course she has to be. What my friend and I liked the most about her is that she’s not this dead-drop gorgeous, stop-your-heartbeat-sexy lady but an earthed, fresh, cute person who’s going to do her role justice. The flash back-flash forward technique that has been HIMYM’s trademark, is still working. Barney Stinson won’t ever stop being a brilliant character (and actor- cheers to Neil Patrick Harris ) and everyone is acting well. The laughs will keep coming.

The mother finally got around to interacting with the gang, as she had a whole conversation with Lily- including some irresistible cookies and a flash forward conversation with Ted, which was well portrayed.

The Mother finally met Lily and there were some cookies and some biting involved.

But the problem- the oh so glaring in my eye problem with the whole situation is that we’ve reached a point by which the dragging of this whole story has become a bit too obvious to be complacent about. Ted Mosby’s children are suffering, for sure. If you haven’t you can check out this Comicon video for yourself:

But we are suffering too because Ted stopped coming off as an impulsive romantic and started to appear a compulsive slut about two to three seasons back. And that kind of cooled down the effect of the first scene between Ted and the mother, which came in episode two of season 9.

The Mother had a warm scene with Ted which came off well, if you stop thinking about all the girls Ted has been with in the interim. 

However, despite it all I am going to continue watching. The final season is all about the mother and that’s definitely going to up the ante and I’m all for it! Because I just want some pepper added to the blandness of life right now (title reference!)

Hang in there!

Robin and Barney’s wedding is all planned out and Barney’s brother James is a part of the entourage!
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Late Night Candidness


It’s time for a late night candid post. Off late I have focused so much on niche posts, that I’ve sort of forgotten what it is like to just rant on your blog. But if you can’t just rant on your blog, at least once in a while, what use is it to you, right?

So I’ve forewarned you that this post is as random, unorganized and impulsive as they come. I do not usually dwell for too long on what I’m writing but off late, as you might have noticed, I usually have a specific topic in mind when I begin to write. Sometimes when I just want to talk about nothing and use this platform as a kind of personal journal, I just stop because I don’t think anyone wants to listen to all that and even if they do, it feels kind of creepy to be putting thoughts out into the universe like that for just anyone to read.

Not that I don’t. I put lots and lots of thoughts out into the blogo-verse via Blue Loft but it’s not about the personal writing so much anymore. It’s usually about a show or a book or something that piques my interest. In short, it’s about something that’s in a niche. And though I still haven’t found or fixed upon a niche for my blog as such, well I feel like most posts off late have been somewhat impersonal.

So that should be quite enough introductory ranting, I suppose. I used to write a lot about what I was doing, earlier but honestly there isn’t much to say in that department. Nothing interesting anyway because I’ve been worrying and stressing, for the most part. I think it has been reflecting on my writing. I haven’t been reading lately. Don’t get me wrong, I want to and i will return to books just as soon as I can because once you pick up something like that (I mean a reading habit), you cannot just let it go easily.

I find it hard to fall asleep at night. I am partially scared (I am not sure why) and partially worried and nervous. And then, I am also somewhat lonely. People can relate when you tell them you miss a specific person and it’s true, the loneliest you’ll feel is when you can pinpoint exactly WHAT is making you lonely. I can. I know. It hurts but I’m rooting for all this hurt and pain to count someday. It’s quite nice to see other people and things they’ve been doing and all the fun they’ve been having. It’s sort of unavoidable, really, if you use social media and you have to because nowadays everyone puts up information there and assumes everyone else has read it right there and all the discussions go on in the virtual world so you might meet somebody on the road but they’ll never mention it because they’ll presume you saw it on the internet anyway and even if they think you might have missed it, they would drop you a personal message online so it’s pretty much the same thing as not knowing.

So, yes social media has made us narcissistic and attention whores but it has also breathed life into the jealous beasts inside all of us. And I’ll say it. I miss being loved. I miss all the warm feelings and if I go somewhere I haven’t been in a really long time, it rushes back. The wonderfulness of it all. The electricity of it all. And I miss that. It keeps me up at night sometimes, feeling lonely. And in sudden silent moments, it bursts onto the surface of my thoughts and I feel like I’m drowning in all of it. And I just think to myself, ‘Okay, I can bear it but it just has to be worth it, in the end. That’s all I’m asking for. That it should be worth it.’

I’ve changed by leaps and bounds in the past year and a half. I don’t think anyone who knew me before that would recognize the new me if they spent time with me or talked to me. I’ve grown in ways that I didn’t imagine possible. I’ve been perceptive enough to notice those changes as they came, maybe because I am prone to self-inspection or maybe it just happens to everyone. Most of these changes seem very, very good to me but I know the me who is waiting a few years down the line is just shaking her head at me and saying, ‘Tsk tsk. What does she know?’

Anyway, at night the loneliness often just adds up into a big mountain and buries me underneath it. It’s not just the physical loneliness; it’s also about wanting to know where I’m headed and being in a big hurry to get there. Yeah, I know it’s all about the climb and not about where you’re getting but then, it’s harder to preach than practice, like everything.

I just look at everyone and everything around me and fall further back with everything I see. Okay, I have dreams in my eyes and some sort of talent buried somewhere. It’s not about lack of potential. Everyone has potential. It’s about the realization of that potential. The whole trick lies in the translation. And that is exactly where mine gets lost.

I don’t get seen around much, by people. The irony of most of my silence is that I scream so loud on this blog, it could deafen anyone who reads. But people don’t. That feels like a very nice, sweet secret that I share with the universe. It makes me want to love the blogging world so much more. It makes me want to never give up on this space.

When I go to some places and the memories rush back in and I’m talking on and on, I just wish there’d be a thought to spare so I could have the same kind of discussions again and not let life just sweep past us. I spend a lot of time everyday thinking about things. Just thinking, thinking. Thinking could be the death of me but I still do it.

So that’s it. I know nobody’s got time to read the rants. But I honestly don’t have the energy or the capacity right now to engage in the kind of creativity that I want to give to my blog. That day too, shall come.

Until the next time

Bonne nuit.

Television

Remember the Monsters: The Haunting Ending of Dexter


‘For so long all I wanted was to feel like other people … now that I do just want it to stop’

In a surprising flourish, Dexter’s ending came through in ways I wouldn’t have expected. It was moving, enthralling, dark, revolving and emotional beyond anything the show has seen in a very long time.

*Spoilers ahead*

I did not expect myself to take nothing away from the Dexter finale because there were some things that I had been expecting. But the finale moved me. It did not fall flat, it did not disappoint. It felt like an elegant and somewhat imperfect but very real solution to the entire series.

Dexter’s ending did not have plot twists or sudden disclosures but I think I can safely say that I had stopped expecting those long ago. What I had wanted the final episode to do was provide absolute justice to a long-running show with a tribute of a goodbye. And it did pull through.

This episode was about all the ghosts of Dexter’s life finally coming around full circle. It was about an arc of realization that brought him face-to-face with his own reality. Something he had ignored over the years, over the deaths of everyone who loved him, every life who touched his.

This episode took us on a three separate journeys. The first one was Hannah McKay’s, as she finally came through for Dexter in a way that made it real to believe that she loved him. Though the chemistry between the two characters has always been flaccid and Hannah’s motivations seemed concerning, to say the least, in this episode she stood out as her own person, as someone who you could actually have liked to see paired with Dexter, maybe in a parallel universe. She was there for him when he needed her, proving that his belief in her had not been unfounded.

The second journey was Debra’s. She was shot in her gut in the last episode and as she struggles to recover and gets operated upon, we see the reactions of the people around her. Dexter stays back to make sure she is okay. Quinn is angry and upset but brave and Batista is steady as a rock. When Dexter and Debra talk, she is heavily sedated but hopeful and he is ready to leave and they don’t know it then but the goodbye they say in the end of that conversation will be there goodbye for life.

Pulling out a scene from the past, from the day of Harrison’s birth, when Debra and Dexter first hold him, was the writers’ way of taking us back to the connection. Whatever else has happened on the show, the Dexter-Debra relationship has been a tumultuous up and down ride put they’ve stuck together through it all with the help of a very strong bond. The flashback scene, though it felt a bit forced, made me see the cheerful old Debra who looked up to her brother and admired everything he was, before she knew his truth. In that sense, that scene was a tribute to her.

To give Debra a massive blood clot and a stroke that leaves her on life support, was one of the finale’s unexpected twists. It felt weird at first; because though Debra’s end had been anticipated, I’d thought it would happen in a more cliche, dramatic manner…with another run-in with Saxon or something of that sort. Instead, Debra slowly fell away into an abyss of life beyond consciousness while the rest of our attention was diverted.

Saxon…Saxon was never meant to be the formidable enemy who defeated Dexter; instead he was just one more loose end Dexter was meant to tie like he has so many others. I liked that Saxon came through as a weakness in the end, that Saxon was not the ultimate anti-hero to Dexter.

The third journey was Dexter’s. In the breadth of one episode, Dexter moved from believing in a happy ending for himself, to a point of hopelessness about his own life. As Dexter dealt with Saxon after knowing his sister was lost to him, he seemed to sift through his psyche and realize what it had meant to be him, all these years. It had cost him. It had cost everyone around him. His twisted lifestyle had come at a price, paid by every single person he had loved. And so Dexter made his decision.

When everything was wrapped up, he returned to Debra. The hospital is in chaos because of the impending storm. The chaos enables him to slip next to Debra without being noticed. Since Deb is gone beyond repair, there is no point trying to revive her. Instead, in the most heart-wrenching scene of the show, Dexter apologizes to his sister, who can’t even hear him and never will. The apology that took too long in coming, after everything the Debra ever did for him and everything that he ever did to chip away at her soul, meant nothing anymore.

“I’d change everything if I could. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I can’t leave you like this. I’m your big brother.”

He tells her he loves her as he pulls off her life support system. In that moment, the dying Debra has a peaceful serenity to her face and being. Wrapped in a white sheet, pale as a ghost the backdrop of a deep, dark, stormy sky, Dexter carries her to his boat Slice of Life and loads her in. He takes the boat far off into the sea and then stops. There, with the help of a surprisingly good mobile network (despite the built up storm), he talks to Hannah and Harrison for the very last time, though they don’t know it.

Hannah is boarding the plane to Argentina with Harrison. She escaped Elway by one last trick out of her bag of poisons and drugs. She tells Harrison he can see penguins in Argentina because it’s close to the South Pole, and that’s Santa Claus’s summer home. Harrison snuggles next to her and falls asleep.

After Dexter’s goodbye, he picks up the ghost-white form of Debra and carries her to the edge of the boat, tossing her in. Her body hits the dark surface of the water and slides beneath, pulled down by the  rippling surface of the water. And that is how both we and Dexter, say goodbye to Debra Morgan, with all her strengths and flaws. And that is when Dexter reveals his final decision.

He is never meant to live with people. He hurts whoever he touches. With that thought in mind, he pulls away deep into the storm, away from the coast.

When the storm clears, the wreckage of A Slice of Life is recovered but there is no body. The news is delivered to Batista. Somewhere in Argentina with Harrison, Hannah reads the same article. Teary eyed though she is (and me, by then), she flicks away at her tears, turns to Harrison and says, “Hey, how about we go get some ice cream, yeah?”

But before the scene closes, we are taken to some remote location, deep inside a forest where a lumberjack is at work. We know at once that it is Dexter but he walks away to a small cabin, sits down and stares right into the camera for one last time.

So that’s it. Should Dexter have died?  Should Dexter have left his son with an unpredictable, wanted fugitive who doesn’t even acknowledge the need to maybe alter her appearance? Will Dexter be back?

I don’t think he should. I think though Dexter’s death was impending and expected, in the end we saw that Dexter was not ready to give in to that urge. He did not want to take his own life because Debra’s unselfish love and untimely death, all because of him, finally made him see that the only way for him to STOP being inhuman was not by driving into the sunset with his girlfriend and son but stay put and force himself, every single day, to think about and live with the things that he did, the things that happened to him.

Dexter’s creation was an unfair process in which he was drawn, first by his mother’s killers and then by his foster father and Dr. Vogel but Dexter’s demise was something he himself chose as a way to repent for the rest of his days. So no more bad-men killing for Dexter? I don’t know. All I see is the strength it takes to pull away from all the people he loves or ever loved and to choose to live alone this way.

Tremendous and moving finale; the storm that came was unexpected but delivered with perfection.

Micheal C. Hall and Jennifer Carpenter were flawless to the finish.

Goodbye, Dexter.

End Notes:  I did not want to add anything sarcastic in this post because, the finale was about more than just this season. Bad as this season was, the final episode of this show delivered the best it could, given the circumstances. And so I felt it was only fitting if I addressed the emotions and not the loopholes. Besides, I mostly did like the finale and its haunted effect on me overshadowed its loopholes. Also, I don’t want a spin-off. The ending satisfied me but if its only purpose is to stem a spin-off, then that makes the ending seem ineffective.

Try reading this for some Dexter mockery and laughs!

Life

Not Fair: The Quick Version of being an Average Indian.


Okay. So today’s Daily Post wants me to talk about things that I think are not fair.

I’d only say, this question couldn’t have chosen a better moment to get asked. Yes I am in a mood to rant about the random unfairness of life.

We all know life’s not fair but I think sometimes the unjust cruelty gets too much to bear. Yes, it’s true that you shouldn’t look at people who’re better off because for every one such person, there are  hundreds who are much worse off. But it’s also true that there is the differences can pinch too much sometimes.

It’s not fair to be born in a country with a population of 1.21 billion people with half of them below the age of 25. It’s not fair to be in this age group, with the kind of competition that can make grabbing any kind of employment or education opportunity very, very hard.

Case in point: An average middle class Indian student who HAS to get through to an engineering college SLOGS through the kind of maths and science that can make your bones curdle for two years to compete for some of the hardest-to-get seats in India. The population already stacks the odds against you but indiscriminate reservation that is NOT on the basis of economic situation but on the basis of an outdated, outmoded, let’s-get-over-it-already caste system unique to Indian history. If you do manage a good seat, you slog through four years of college.

Engineering college isn’t really all that bad. The statistics are skewed at a ratio of around about 1:8 for girls to boys and that creates it’s own set of problems for both genders. I wouldn’t even go into those because that’s a whole other debate right in itself.

Once you’re through, you have another fight ahead of you for employment.  It is a taboo to not be employed; the culture of taking a year or two off to just figure your life out is frowned upon. The culture of taking up jobs like waitress-ing is frowned upon. The culture of choosing something unconventional is considered unstable, untrustworthy and a gamble. The culture of not being “married and settled in time” is frowned upon. The culture of not studying further after graduation is not seen as amounting to much anymore. And your business is everyone else’s business.

And to top it all off, thanks to technology and the Internet we can constantly compare ourselves to better countries where people have it easy. Where even working at a McDonald’s will give you a more luxurious life than many of our country’s engineers can afford. Where women can move around safely. Where the politicians aren’t corrupt and the lines not so long. Where government employees, policemen don’t take bribes. And metros aren’t overcrowded to the point of being suffocating. And men won’t take advantage of that and feel you up when you inadvertently press against them. Where you can go to a club or a bar, dress however you want and not be called a slut for that. Where being a girl is starting to breed certain somewhat unfair advantage and yet being a boy offers you the kinds of freedom denied to the other sex.

So. Unfair? Let’s not talk about unfair anymore.

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Monkey in the Box- Dexter Season 8 Episode 11


“Nothing will change after I’m gone. Blood will continue to pool. I just won’t be here to photograph it.”

After a season of being plagued with bad writing, Dexter plunged into the heart of it all as the walls started to close in.

*Spoiler alert*

With the end so near, I watched this episode with my hand in my mouth. So much was expected, so many loose ends left to tie and so much closure to  be given that for once I chose to focus on the story rather than trying to pick at the loopholes. As Oliver Saxon aka Daniel Vogel loomed large over Dexter’s life, I began to fear for him. With no Evelyn Vogel in the picture, this episode felt ten times better to me. I am sorry but I never took to her. I never saw the motherly figure they tried to portray, just a suspicious, shady woman with possibly exciting ulterior motives which might have led to some thrilling story lines. But since Vogel was only here to take Dexter back full circle and give him a glimpse of his own making, I decide to finally let go of the possibility of any cat-out-of-the-bag-suspense moments.

Instead there was a monkey in the box because everything Dexter has been until this point has finally been flipped. His switch is the right way up. He was right there in season four with Rita but her murder took it away from him and left him with more unresolved issues. But somehow, some way, Hannah seems to complete Dexter and lead him to love and light and to a new light. Hard as I find to spot the kind of tender connection between them or to think of her as the sort of person who would lead to such soul-moving changes in a character like Dexter Morgan (you know I’ve always been team Rita but it’s too much in the past now to keep fretting over), I will take it at face-value that yes, love could move boulders and it could make someone want to move to Argentina with a fugitive.

Vogel’s funeral was wrapped together with some quick goodbyes to Dexter. Quinn and Batista both had their turns. The next time they’re going to see Dexter or his dead body, it will probably be with the full realization of who he was. Masuka is still figuring things out with his daughter and now I am pretty certain she’s just the daughter and nothing more and this whole story was only a filler. Jaime and Harrison get a scene in. And Astor and Cody get mentioned thrice. Once by the deadly nemesis Saxon, once by Debra and once by Dexter himself. I don’t know why I’m keeping count. I just feel betrayed for them.

Elway is close on the heels of the truth. At least on one count my instincts were right. Elway’s character was more than met the eye. He’s going to be one of the final threads unraveling Dexter’s departure to Argentina (Argentina? How is that even supposed to solve everything? Are there supposed to be no phones there? No internet, no TV, no police? Why is Argentina the safe haven?)

This season I have been connecting with Debra more than anyone else, and this episode was no different. Quinn is back in her life and her career at Miami Metro has been re-launched. Debra has heart-wrenching goodbyes to say to her brother, who is too much of a guy to shed tears and too much of  a murderer to grab a steak-dinner on his last night with her, but everything she does tonight just got to me.

Saxon pricked like a thorn at Dexter’s side and eliminating him seemed like the last important thing Dexter had to do. It seemed to fit perfectly with his character. Even Debra had accepted everything Dexter has been all this while and changing it all just as she has come to terms with it seems rather inconsiderate. But change it he does. Right after Debra helps Dexter pack Saxon up for the kill and leaves him with the prettiest smile, Dexter decides he isn’t this person anymore. He has to walk away, give up this life. A phone call to Debra brings her to his kill room (which was basically Saxon’s kill room at an old run down hospital) but Derba is being tailed by the US Marshall who is on to Hannah. While Dexter and Debra part in a touching scene, the US Marshall races in and finds Saxon and makes the mistake of untying him.

Debra returns just as the Marshall takes stabs to the chest. Her gun is out but Saxon is faster. He shoots and hits even as she shoots and misses and flies off, leaving Deb in a pool of blood on the floor. She has already requested for back up and help is on the way.

Meanwhile Dexter says goodbye to the shadow of his dad; which is his way of saying goodbye to his way of life, to the code, to the murdering, to all of it. The last time he made this attempt ended badly for people close to him. This time is likely to be no different.

Coming Sunday is the series wrap up. And here goes the promo. Stay tuned. A storm is coming.

 

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‘Goodbye Miami’: Dexter Season 8 Episode 10


Dexter uses every single cliche in the ‘How to Write a T.V. Series: A Manual’ book as it prepares to wind down its final and worst season.

*spoiler alert*

The first scene of this episode itself was so ridiculous, it made me feel completely fooled. Vogel is having some sort of a meal with her new-found son (I forgot count of the number of times they eat or have tea together) and I was shocked at how completely one dimensional this new killer Oliver-slash-Daniel really is. And how one-dimensional Vogel herself is. Every thing Vogel says about re-establishing family bonds- it all sounds so fake and dragged in at the last moment. We all expected something from Vogel’s past to crop up at some point along the show, but that it would be so predictable was not to be expected! The ultimate villain who is meant to defeat Dexter was not supposed to be this weak and empty. Even though the acting is good: his eyes do scare me when he makes them wide like that.

Meanwhile Hannah is just walking around all over Debra’s condo, sitting out on a patio facing the ocean, cooking and cleaning around the house and taking care of Harrison; even taking him to the emergency room when he carelessly hurts himself. In short, acting like the perfect housewife. I have totally given up expecting Hannah’s character to take a one eighty degree turn and ending up with a hidden agenda up her sleeve because she’s basically being the perfect wife, step mom and sister-in-law to her new family, even as Dexter browses through Google images of Argentina and daydreams about escaping there.

I’m just going to hang around all over town and hope nobody will notice I’m a wanted criminal!

To give some credit to Dexter’s writers, they finally remembered Astor and Cody as well as Rita. Dexter mentions all three names during the course of this episode, as the show attempts to tell you that he hasn’t forgotten about them. Oh no, he’s going to meet his step-children once before he takes off. Yay them.

Masuka’s daughter is still hanging around. Making one scene appearances, just to remind us that she exists. If this is nothing but a cute little closure story for Masuka, then- oh well, I can’t say I’ll be disappointed because at this point, it won’t seem out of the blue at all.

Meanwhile, Debra still continues to be the most sensible character on the show. Even though she initially gave Dexter a telling off for his absolutely ridiculous plan of packing his bags and hopping onto a flight to Argentina with his son and husband-killing girlfriend, she comes around to expect this decision. Well let’s face it, what’s she expected to do anyway? Then she decides she wants to come back to Miami Metro and takes up on Angel Batista for that.

At the same time, Jaime has big plans for herself and Quinn. She’s sending out resumes (having turned down a good job in Atlanta) and cooking for him and being a great girlfriend, in general, until he just decides to dump her. Because (surprise), he’s obviously been in love with Debra all along. The only high point of the episode was the Jaime-Debra face-off because I really think Jaime’s been too nice so far. There was a time i thought Quinn and Debra were meant to be but then she spurred his proposal and fell in love with her brother and now, when they got together in this episode, it just felt forced.

Want me to say it? Yes, we all know by this point that when Dexter dies Quinn and Debra are going to raise Harrison. I am not sure what will happen to Hannah but I suspect the writers want Harrison to end up in a trailer with his dead parents. How original. I guess Jaime’s taking off to Atlanta but she might brush against some more pain before that happens.

So in the promo for this episode we were told someone was going to die. And it turns out that the death was Vogel’s. It is her death that throws Dexter’s final season completely into the category of pointless. Vogel’s death was so easy to predict that we all thought it wasn’t coming. It seemed to obvious.

Mommy’s dead.

Vogel’s entry into this show was supposed to mean more than just this. Despite the show’s attempts to make her a lovable foster mom for Dexter, all I harbored were feelings of doubt and mistrust. Her sudden entry as a blast from Dexter’s past seemed full of suspicious possibilities to me. There was so much they could have done with her. As a criminal psychiatrist, Vogel was supposed to be an expert at understanding killers. I thought she was playing a game because the idea of her being straightforward made her seem extremely stupid to me and I wasn’t prepared to accept that. In retrospection of her death however, all I face is disappointment. So Vogel was only a silly old woman without a very strong objective for being on the show. Her relationship with Dexter was shaky and unconvincing, her feelings on the sudden reappearance of her son made her come across as weak and irresolute and her understanding of the criminal mind as well as her ability to strike a rapport with criminals seems stupid and inept, put against the string of praises with which she was introduced on the show.

So with the cat out of the bag, the only question remains, who else is going to die? Dexter’s obviously my first choice because it was logical from the start and everyone associated with the show has dropped plenty of hints regarding that. I had only hoped Dexter’s death would be far more spectacular and against  a much worthier enemy. Will it be Debra or Hannah who will join him in the great beyond? Because Harrison is surely walking into the sunset with whoever remains. The Debra-Quinn_Harrison ending sounds more complete to me but a spin-off possibility may be better addressed with Hannah and Harrison. Or Hannah could end up in jail and Harrison could live with Jaime.

Thoughts?

Here’s the second last promo of the show:

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Books that End Sadly


Books: Are there books that end with a non-happy ending? Specifically fiction books.

*May contain spoilers*

Somebody asked this question on Quora and I answered. Then thought I might as well put it up on my blog! 🙂 What sad books have  you read lately?

The Hunger Games: The Hunger Game book series had the sort of ending that left me feeling upset. It is not the kind of ending you would expect from a series of this kind but then again, maybe I should have anticipated it because of the sort of dystopian state described in them. Still, if you’re plunging into this series expecting a happy ending, you’re going to end up with a hollow feeling inside you.
Nineteen Eighty Four: As frightening as this book is, you might expect it to end in a sort of way which would leave you feeling somewhat relieved. But this book ends in a way that provides anything but relief. The ending is as frightening as the rest of it. Perhaps leaving dystopian societies as self-destructive forces in our head is a frightening warning to make us re-examine the bubbles in which we currently choose to live.
Gone with the Wind: This is one of the most epic love stories ever written and yes, it does not end well. It gives you closure but not what you would expect. Gone with the Wind is a story of imperfect love against a turbulent background, its protagonists are ruthless and ambitious and prone to making mistakes. Perhaps the ending of this book would leave you feeling satisfied in some ways but in the end, you cannot help but be filled by a sense of dread at the ironical conclusion of this love saga.
Love Story: Eric Segal’s easy-to-consume classic about young love has been known to leave many people with tears in their eyes. I was no exception.It is a heart-wrenching tale of love and loss.
A Thousand Splendid Suns: An amazing book about the struggles of being a woman in a male-dominant society. This account of two women’s struggle and subsequent freedom is a dark story of torture and pain. And the ending can actually depress you.
The Casual Vacancy: J.K. Rowling’s follow-up to the famous Harry Potter series is as “adult”, witty and real as you can expect. This book will keep you grounded to reality and exposed to the true faces of men and women who seem very real. It explores the aftermath of self interests, politics and selfish personal gain on society as a whole.
We The Living: The least well-known of Ayn Rand’s fiction, she hails this book as coming quite close to an autobiographical account for her. We The Living is a story of Ayn Rand’s justified fears regarding the ugliest face of communism. A woman’s longing for freedom turns into a personal battle against an entire nation. Though this book sets Ayn Rand’s tone for her future masterpieces, unlike them, We The Living is not meant to have a happy ending.
Waterland: A fractured tale of life, hardships and loss, this book explores topics of death, depression, loneliness, first love and damage. The tone of the entire book is despondent, the ending even more so.
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The Internet Rollercoaster. Or A Guide on How to Waste Your Day


A Forever-Regret. Wasting time on the Internet. Here’s how it goes:

I’ll just check my Facebook for two minutes okay? I swear, I’ll go back to work at exactly 6.02.

Oh look, I have a message. And  a notification! Oh what’s this on my Newsfeed? Why on earth is she wearing that dress? Doesn’t suit her at all.

Oh look, that’s the girl playing Sansa from Game of Thrones. She is so pretty but what is she wearing?

It doesn’t matter though. She can pull anything off. I agree with that guy who’s written the exact same thing in that comment under this picture.

Okay so I’ll just reply to the message…oh my God, is USA really going to attack Syria? I don’t see anything good coming out of this. War is so destructive and if Russia plunges in to support Syria, who knows where this will go?

Oh nice, a meme about Obama.

Exactly. I SO totally agree with this!

Oh wow, there’s Selena Gomez saying, ‘Goodnight Paris’. She is so pretty too.

I wonder if she edited this picture herself or she’s got a bunch of people doing everything for her. She is so classy though.

What is she up to on Twitter?

Let me just open Twitter for a minute and take a sneak peak at her. Oh there she is. So she posted this photo nine hours ago through Instagram.

Oh look, there is some breaking news on my Twitter page. Oh my god, a bunch of bikers molested a group of girls in West Bengal and then they say they were just ‘having fun’. I hope they get strictly penalized for this. Why is this country getting more and more unruly day after day? There’s a new case every single day. If those workers hadn’t come to the girls’ rescue on time, who knows what could have happened?

This is just sad.

Oh look, my Facebook newsfeed updated. That’s a pretty dress.

Meanwhile on YouTube

Aww that’s so cute, maybe I’ll just stay on YouTube for a little while.
And the cycle continues…..
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Responsibility Latched on to Fame


It is easy to understand why we all crave admiration and fame. We grow up on a staple diet of movies, music, books, art, theatre and other forms of creative self expression and pop culture. Add to that the connectivity and global reach of the Internet age and you’ll realize how this early and long term exposure makes us vulnerable to influence. In fact, sometimes the world of media and all its different forms seems to gather  a Big Brother like dimension.

Everything we are, everything we wear and eat and buy and admire is dictated by the terms of a force beyond our control: the collective power of the media in all its forms and in all of its magnitude is what determines the course our life takes.

And so, its not surprising that we all seek the status of superstars. When we see famous actors and singers and writers and businessmen, we crave to be like them. Society makes it easy for us to believe that those dreams are attainable. And sometimes, they really are.

But nothing can be more damaging to an individual than fame that comes before time. Let’s face it, not everyone you see on the TV or splashed across the front pages of a newspaper or magazine is actually talented or deserving enough to be there. Some combination of luck and destiny is often mingled into the people who shape our pop culture influences.

But the thing is, is the entertainment industry worthy of such undulated, unending attention and scrutiny? Isn’t the world full of a lot of other, more important things? Are we not living in a bubble defined by our constant need to seek entertainment, in order to escape from the harsh reality of our limited existence?

These questions ARE relevant because society cannot thrive without entertainment and whether we like it or not, global issues lag behind these celebrity-related-media. And so this thing needs to be understood and given attention because it is important. Because it shapes most of us in ways we cannot always understand. And because many common men and women are NOT in a position to understand the subtleties of this dictatorship.

Oh, Miley.

Like most others, I saw Miley’s VMA performance with my jaw dropped. I was never truly fond of the Hannah Montana star but the truth is, thousands of little girls loved her on the show. They buy Hannah Montana products. In fact, Hannah Montana is a business in itself. It is a household name. Nobody can deny the influence this show and its star have had on young girls in their tweens and teens.

So when Miley sings, ‘It’s our party we can do what we want to’, I’d say, sure you can but then…maybe you can’t?

Let’s analyse this for a moment. Miley Cyrus owes her fame to a combination of her father, Disney and Hannah Montana and all the little girls who love to watch these Disney shows. She owes her money and her stardom to her fans. She has a good voice, she can act but then, there are sure to be dozens upon dozens of other, much more talented people hidden in the folds of our world. People who have no way of realizing their dreams in this way.

It’s okay to be a rebel. Your fashion statement is your own as long as your ACTIONS speak louder and reach out to people more positively than an unnecessarily provocative, obscene performance.

So yes, she has the right to DO what she WANTS to do, but first of all, she should not be shoving it down everyone else’s throat. And secondly and more importantly, as a STAR and as someone who gained fame through a CHILDREN’S show, she does not exactly have the freedom to just shake it all of and move on without sparing any thought for all those young people who’re watching her, getting influenced by her, wearing and using Hannah Montana products and fueling her I’m-a-spoilt-rich-girl dreams.

All the negative reaction, all of it is important and these opinions are worth voicing because everything Miley is doing today adds up to show where our youth is headed. You can read some more about all that over here.

This is not what growing up is all about

Is it just me? Am I the ONLY one who thinks that growing up is not about ANY of the things Miley Cyrus does in her new song We Can’t Stop? And IF that’s what people today think, then maybe I don’t want to live on this planet?

I think it is rather clear that early fame and lack of proper channeling has lead Miley Cyrus to a point where she is really not dealing very well with her life. Growing up is about gathering  yourself, gaining maturity and some sort of stability. If going from being an actor to being this weird and confusing bundle of a messed up celebrity is what growing up really is, then I couldn’t be more sorry.

In her defense, Miley Cyrus got fame very early, she got used to an easy life and to never hearing no. She isn’t the one who is in the wrong for proclaiming herself as the I-don’t-care-what-anyone-says-I’m-just-having-fun type of person. She’s just twenty and exposed to a lot of attention and to all sorts of luxuries unimaginable to the rest of us. People who’r letting her get away with it, standing up for her and actually admiring her are the ones who need to stop and analyse, what is wrong with the world? She should be getting a good sitting down and maybe some sessions with a shrink. Not undue adulation non-stop talk. Can’t you see, she doesn’t even care about any of this? She likes all the publicity, both good and bad. She needs help, not this excruciatingly-painful-to-watch admiration.

Should we tone down and stop talking about all this so much?

No. Because this is our world and we have to take it back into our hands. Go to Twitter and see what’s trending and you’ll know where the priorities of the world lie. A big asteroid or a Tsunami or an earthquake or an epidemic may wipe half of us off this planet soon and yet the people who’re working to warn us about all these eminent dangers won’t get any newspaper space. That’s the bubble we’re living in, as a society. That’s what we need to break out of, for the sake of ourselves and our children.

And that is why people like Miley Cyrus need to be taught that being in the limelight so much attaches a sense of responsibility to them. The world will not stop looking at them and if they won’t stop shoving all these irresponsible, money-wasting activities down our throats, then our youth is doomed. This IS a serious matter indeed, and its about time we stop with the jokes and the memes and the scandals and all that other pop culture nonsense we indulge in and see if maybe, what we need to do is steer it all into a more positive direction.

So that’s my take on this week’s Weekly Challenge

PS: Additional note

Here’s Miley’s squeaky clean image from her pre-rebel days. You can compare and contrast for yourself. These are nice songs with really great messages. I guess someone was filtering her. I will admit, I miss seeing this Miley.