Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Joker inside you, Joker inside me

“Perhaps this is a man you don’t fully understand Mr. Wayne.” This line from the film The Dark Knight conveys more than the psyche of one man. It puts up the question of how well you understand people around you and how completely are you aware of your own personality. One categorizes oneself to be either bad or good but the reality is there are million shades of gray in one’s character. Every person has an angel inside them; the bright, light and jovial side. Similarly, every person has a Joker inside them; the dark side. The Joker lives in all of us.
    If you are a Batman fan then you would be familiar with the funny, lethal and treacherous super villain, The Joker. This legendary character created by Jerry Robinson is inspired from the character of a 1928 silent film based on Victor Hugo’s novel, ‘The Man Who Laughs’. When a proud noble refuses to kiss the hand of the despotic King James in 1690, he is cruelly executed and his son surgically disfigured and made to laugh forever, hence the name The Man Who Laughs. The cruelty inflicted on the boy and the agony experienced creates evil in its pure form. Born normal and later considered a freak is the story of the man who laughs and the Joker comes from a similar background. Though, the back story of the Joker is not completely revealed.
    The dark triad is a group of three personality traits, that is, Narcissism, Machiavellianism and Psychopathy. It is said that an evil personality consists of one or more of these traits or personality disorders. Now it is important to mention that the character of Joker is basically a complete psychopath with a few traits of Narcissism and Machiavellianism. “Psychopath” one of the very widely used term in psychology and now in daily language thanks to Sherlock and Batman. Very few people actually know what psychopaths are and what they are capable of. Many people, out of curiosity and awe, try to emulate this dark personality and idealize it. This can be emphasized by the fact that the Joker has more fans than Batman himself. Probably the eccentricity of the character and give-a-damn attitude is something new for the audience at large. A psychopath, like Joker, is someone who is bored of life, much more bored than many of us. A psychopath makes his world interesting by playing practical games with people around and let me specify these games aren’t of peaceful nature. They can range from emotional torture and manipulation to brutalities and murder. The Joker and other psychopaths like Jim Moriarity of Sherlock lack empathy and remorse. Their actions are solely guided by their desire to manipulate and have fun and any harm done in that process is considered a collateral damage. With this I can conveniently say people like Joker do exist with or without the makeup or mask, very much walking among us.
   Now let me discuss another aspect of the Joker and the man who laughs. These are psychopaths are often created by society or one cruel individual. As I stated before that every person has a bright side and a dark side and the dark side either overpowers due to a person’s personal choices or due to emulation of what is perceived as ideal. However, the dark side overpowers a person most lethally when he or she experiences a major depressing life changing event or when cruelties are inflicted upon them by an outside force. This creates a spirit of vengeance which creates negative characters like Joker or positive characters with a violent streak like V in V for Vendetta.
  Well many people believe that these characters cannot be real. Many believe that such brutal, inhuman and sadist beings do not exist at all but I beg to differ. A very famous quote by Pablo Picasso says, ‘Everything you can imagine is real.’ Well yes it is. If an imagination of such a character can come in Jerry Robinson’s and Victor Hugo’s mind then it can come in anyone’s mind and not all the imaginations are made into characters of a mainstream Hollywood movie. Some imaginations express themselves in action and individuals like the Joker come to forefront. Let me site the example of a few astonishing murder and rape cases which were solely done to have fun or to satisfy ones sadist needs. “The Hello Kitty Murder Case,” in which the victim was tortured for days, her body parts were boiled and cut and her skull was stuffed in a hello kitty toy which was discovered by the police. This was primarily done for fun and entertainment. Similarly, the most brutal of the rape case known as the Murder of Junko Furuta was the rape of a Chinese school girl, who was abducted by four men and tortured and raped continually for 40 days. Her body was found battered in cement after her death. So, one can see that what Joker was capable of has its real examples or probably even worse ones.
  Let me shift back to the main thing I have to discuss and that is the Joker within all of us. This doesn’t mean all of us have a tendency for brutality, murder or torture. This means that each and every human being has a dark side, an aggressive side and probably even a murderous side if instigated. These unacceptable and disturbing sides of a person’s personality are curbed and controlled by societal norms, family love and innate care. A very kind benevolent person also has a Joker hidden in him which if instigated can be lethal. Human nature and psyche is still a mystery and that is why psychology is considered a developing science. One cannot fathom it completely and playing with it can be dangerous. Also, the kindness, charity and helpfulness are social constructs for co-existence while naturally humans or Homo sapiens are brutal animals capable of much harm and viciousness.
  As for how my life revolves around this psychology lies in the simple fact that I like observing people. People enthral me, mystify me and surprise me more than anything and witnessing the psyche, reactions and behaviour of people in various situations is what I love. After silently observing and analysing people on my own and judging my own behaviour in various situations I have come to a conclusion that no one person is good or bad, angel or devil. Every person has his own story and the angel and the devil resides in each one of us. Our circumstances bring forth the force which we our guided by. As for the Joker, I think every human walks with a part of him inside them. A dark humorous part that is subtly denied by a “Just Kidding.”


Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Old Yet GOLD!


Fragrance of pastel shaded scented papers mixed with those of flowers, unique and special handwritings, using of starry elaborate words to communicate. All this assisted the traditional and “once upon a time proposals and love.”
  Sadly as technology gained prominence everything came behind a monotonous dull screen. It made communication so easy that the old and reverential idea of love receded to background. There was a time when the romance depicted in novels and book, plays and movies was as real as the land and sea. That romance was mad, extraordinary, exquisite and real. The person could feel it in each and every nerve.
  Proposals where one could feel the love brimming inside through the eyes, where one could sense the evidently radiating nervousness and where one could mirror the extreme ecstasy conveyed through the lips that couldn’t help but smile; are now extent. They have taken the form of text messages and calls in which a person can neither feel nor see the exclusive beauty of the moment.
  The importance of touch, expressions, tears and smile remains the same but people nowadays hardly get to experience them. It’s all through the gadgets.
  What if epic romances like Romeo Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, Caesar and Cleopatra, Gone with the Wind had no descriptions of intense feelings, heightened emotions, pain of separation, and happy climax through perils of miscommunication?  Would anyone read them? Would they have gained the place they have now?
  Technology, as is expected of it, has made things easier and yet it has taken away the very essence of life.


Monday, 18 February 2013

Fantasy…


Eyes so dreamy, eccentric to behold,
The body in here but not the soul.
She walked by, silent yet serene.
The crowd around unnoticed,
Her thoughts unrevealed.

Followed closely, someone in white,
Ghost or spirit from an ancient time.
Who stayed close but not too much,
Not seen by her or anyone,
Affected her but never touched.

Entered she in the real world,
Making conversations, a simple girl,
Laughing out loud on every joke.
But there it stayed, the pure white myth,
Swirling around with what looked like wings.

“Oh, sometimes I think…,” she said to a friend,
But paused halfway, afraid of something.
Probably to express what’s on her mind,
With no base in reality,
And not accepted worldwide.

So she continued her usual way,
Not quite herself but quietly there.
Not quite aware of the world around,
She dared to dream a forgotten dream,
A dream carefully buried down.

The day passed by like it always does,
Night visited then  like a regular guest.
Fair unknown had stayed all along,
Closer to her,
Than it was at dawn.

Gradually and slowly it embraced her once,
Gone eventually as reality was shunned.
Just then colors sparkled everywhere,
What once was room,
Was no longer there.

Instead there was a bright sunny day,
On a meadow where a dark haired girl laid.
Peaceful and tranquil like divine,
A slight smile of contentment,
That  reached her eyes.

Playing along with everything there,
Animals, trees, grass and her hair.
Jovial with a jingling laughter,
Happy to be there,
With nothing to go after.

This scene reflected a painting she saw,
In the times past when she was still raw.
A painter anonymous yet so known,
A painting,
Etched in heart for forever and more.

Just then there is something against the Sun,
Something that  glided in no hurry to run.
A shape obscure till it neared her eyes,
Her blinding smile conveyed it all.
It told that her fairytale had arrived.

A figure mounted on pearl white horse,
A knight in a shining armor of course.
A face still hidden from her view,
But the feeling
Was what she knew.

Eyes a mixture of blue and gray.
A tall structure and mysterious air.
A high held head but feet on ground.
A confident brow
But shyness didn’t drown.

Blissful moment of love and care,
Sealed with a hug and a kiss on her hair.
Trembling lips with horror unsaid,
So perfect a moment,
Would disappear at once.

To her despair it was day again,
Time to  leave the dreams at rest.
For another time another night,
Till they one day
Come actually to life.

And the white spirit again appeared,
Staying close again but never too near.
Its stayed there in times so dusty,
Its identity unclear
But people called it Fantasy.

Monday, 10 December 2012

Someone

When thinking hard about who i want,
I was always at a loss of words.
But now when i think through my pen,
I know exactly how you would be.
Someone who makes my little heart race,
Who makes my complexion as rose everyday,
Who makes me skip a breath with his slight smile.
Whom the world loves but his love is solely mine.
Someone who nobody knows as deeply as me.
Who holds me tight and never lets me go.
Someone afraid to lose my smile,My love, my warmth, my humour and even my fluctuating moods.
Someone who knows me in and out-and love me for being just me.
Someone who makes my senses alert with a soft touch over my cheek,
Who forgets his pains when I am around.
Someone who can share everything with me,
Sadness, laughter, frustration, anger and love.
Someone who is comfortable yet uneasy around me.
Who is confident and adventurous always,
But is slighty shy, unsure and starry with me.
Someone who always keeps me on the edge and removes the monotony.
Someone who sweeps me off my feet to express his extreme ecstasy.
Who puts his head on my lap and cries out his sad heart infront of me.
Who searches my eyes to find support and surity when it lacking within thee.
Someone, who by my simple hug, merges into tranquility.
I want someone with whom i can sit in silence for hours and hours.
And still i would hope that that moment should never end and carry on till eternity. :)

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Undying Dream


UNDYING DREAM
It’s tranquil…
Everything around me is subtle and balanced.
Everything around me is as good as it always was.
Everything is almost settled after the gigantic turmoil.
I knew what I once loved was just an unreachable and surreal imagination.
I am sure it wasn’t just a simple distraction… it was something profound, unfathomable and pure.
But now I live in reality, and there is no place for the delicate crystal dream here.
So I have kept it, preserved it in a glass case.
Away from the world...Even my own world.
However I sometimes glance at it at times of solitude and intense glee.
It gives me strength and the feeling of chaste and easy love re-emerges,
The twin of which doesn’t exist and will never exist.
It is a feeling that cannot be duplicated.
One thing I can guarantee…
This preserved fantasy is something I will never let go of.
I can never let go of.
It once brought mystification but now fetches peace.
It is symbolized by the white, undisturbed and untainted lily.
No matter where I go I would take this flower.
I would put it along with the many bouquets of life I would get.
Not to recollect the past but to make the present beautiful.
 

Wednesday, 19 September 2012


                         Playing with LIFE!!
   “We have just one life,” is a very common phrase which we usually hear in movies and television shows, read in newspapers, magazines and books, and use in our daily conversation. Then why do I come across so many reports in those same newspapers and magazines regarding suicides. The answers to my question usually are low marks in examinations or failure in the same or not being able to get a good college for higher education. On hearing to these answers only one line pops up in my mind and that is, “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING.”
   Being a student, even a minor thought of hanging myself with the wretched rope, just for examination and studies or rather for anything, horrifies me, or actually petrifies me. The primary or the basic reason for that is that I LOVE MY LIFE, however it is at present and whatever it may be in the future. I am very well aware of those many things that I will miss and lose if I bring my existence to an end. From my mere television shows to my enjoyment with friends, my birthday parties and happy moments with my family. It would all end in a flash, like ‘LIGHTS OUT.’ I yearn to tell all those people who try to suicide that life is beautiful, amazing and rocking. It is like a party in which happy and sad songs play simultaneously but you have to keep on dancing. To quote Jacob Black from Twilight, “Life sucks and then we die.” Well then wait for it, why bring it on yourself! 

Monday, 3 September 2012


Love v/s Religion

The dazzling bride sat on her couch,
Her eyes glistened with tears.
She made no reverberation no movement, though
Her heart was pounding with fear.

The precious jewels not permitted to fall,
Now were not in her control.
They trickled ceaselessly like the endless rain,
And she experienced excruciating pain.

Her divine face had no hint of joviality,
Nor did she had a beam in her eyes.
Her only yearning was to flee,
And meet the love of her life.

They were separated due to pious bounds,
She endured the soreness without a sound.
But her forced wedding perforated her heart,
As she had expected her love to last.

Her face had lost the rosy hue,
In few minutes, her wedding was due,
She held his picture securely,
But, her hope slid away surely.
– Devika Sinha
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