So Zoya Akhtar is the Oracle of Delphi? I'm not sure....but she's that thing -- that element -- in her -- that-word-that-always-eludes-us -- yep, that thing -- that trait -- is in her. I think so with real chaste piety and absolute, unwavering faith.
Hmm. You've a fetish for nicknames? Right?
Yep. So she's what?
I don't know. But I really wanna go to her Facebook page and snipe at her with blatant vile -- you know, really viciciously that she's a: Socratic paradox NOT Self-proclaimed or self-professed atheiest. Honestly, I don't know that combo particularly but my Shamanic Intuition doesn't seriously dissuade me from carrying-out -- this sudden, impulsiive, spiky, barbed rage and outburst -- this dare-devilry -- this audacious -- bayonet-charge-of-sharp-words.
I just read this; and I believe she's this kind of aptitude:
‘The most vicious of the self-styled Socratics was Critias, not only the leader of the oligarchs who seized control of Athens in 404, but a prolific writer on political-philosophical subjects.
Hmm.
When did this begin huh?
This started in the 19th century. Righto?
There's a poet. His name was: Arthur Joseph Munby. And, one of his poems -- there's this: true eclectic mind.
So, Miss Zoya Akhtar's Twitter Bio should be: A girl with true eclectic mind. Mind-blowing eh?
She's someone who'd -- who subliminally or surrepitiously follow René Descartes' school-of-thought -- you know, all those, morale-killing -isms particualry for people like me -- I find really intimitidating. Maybe she knows it. Or Maybe she doesn't I don't know. And, I know one thing that I try not to assume anything either about myself or anyone else -- even, if you're doing so -- be loud about it. In a polite, subdued way. In strict compliance with cultural sensitivities -- nauances -- subtelities et cetra. It's like a naive hunch of a wannabe-writer about a writer -- he hardly knows in a real conventional, real-time, conservative sense of the word -- but, something vaguely like the 100th Monkey's Universal Phenemenon. And, such real serious stuff keyed-in -- lucidly -- seriocomically -- in a synopis-like form -- simple words -- FAQ-like format. Explorative learning for me. Heuristics. She might read it. Or She mightn't. But I shouldn't let that discourage me. With less vested-interests. Sincere unconditionality -- trial and error -- sort of writing exercise -- she might or mightn't find hilarious or amusing...or heriocomical or tragiccomical voayages -- or misadventures -- of this self-professed Sindbad....a rookie-Blogger's blunders and fiascos.
I might be wrong. Point-blank. Real colossally. But it's okay. That's not deplitating self-esteem but subtle arrogance -- masquerading -- in its infancy. Period. Sorry. Full Stop.
Here's a précis -- concise obsession of Arthur Joseph Munby: Here we go:
Munby had a lifelong fascination with working-class women, particularly those who did hard physical labour. His favourite pastime was wandering the streets of London and other industrial cities where he approached working women to ask about their lives and the details of their work, while noting their clothes and dialects. The observations were recorded in his journals. He was an amateur artist, and his diaries contain sketches of working women.He collected hundreds of photographs of women who worked at collieries, kitchen maids, milkmaids, charwomen, acrobats and so on. His diaries and images provide historical information on the lives of working-class Victorian women. Much of his obsession is hinted at in his last book, Faithful Servants: being epitaphs and obituaries recording their names and services (1891). His papers are housed at Trinity College, Cambridge, there is a list of his papers on the Cambridge Janus website
I think Miss Zoya Akhtar has the same inclination -- mind frame. Blah-blah-blah.
Her movies i.e. basically -- primarily -- a manuscript -- a brainchild -- in it's most simplest -- fundamental -- definition -- her perception -- her interpretations of everything-around her -- and, the most important really real inquisitive question we'd be asking her to ourselves is that: Why does she write? What for? Are those a sort of medicinal leech kind of thing for us -- something mutual -- symbiotic -- a cathatric thing for her too -- or it's gedankenexperiment: an experiment carried out in thought only. Her courage is that she gives that visualization or whatever -- a tangible form -- in the form of script or whatever first that obviously and of course -- leads to a distinct visual message -- for a broad -- our masses -- i.e. our movie. Of course, with some bells-and-whistles --- and, all that -- to keep it you know -- for sort of movie-goers -- functional-illiterates or concerned critics -- or armchair-experts.
For instance: Some good chaps -- trying really serioulsy and sincerely to help uncontacted tribes from this and that. She's also doing the same work. Basically all of us -- good samiratans -- or this or that. We bascially chip-in -- help someone in distress...that means she's compassion. And, that's the core -- kernel -- essence of humanity and, ad infinitum. Now, that's a really real disbeliever eh? Believe me eh?
One more thing:
The German word Weltanschauung literally means "world view"; it combines "Welt" ("world") with "Anschauung" ("view"), which ultimately derives from the Middle High German verb schouwen ("to look at" or "to see"). When we first adopted it from German in the mid-19th century, "weltanschauung" referred to a philosophical view or apprehension of the universe, and this sense is still the most widely used. It can also describe a more general ideology or philosophy of life.
So this is her Weltanschauung.
Maybe she Blogs as well on Blogger Dot In or someother provider -- She may or maybe -- what's that eh? Yep, Twitter -- micro blogging righto. I'd lurk around -- and a clumsly ice-breaker -- so you are a writer eh? I don't know you. But, I Blogged about your Dad. That's like zillions of years ago. And, Wikipedia is place riddled with rumormongers -- they're like your Mom is from my place. The IT-Capital of India. The FlyOver-city of India.
That's all for now. Novajo. A tribal variant that means there's-no-word-for-goodbye-in-our-language.
Post script: Say Hi to your Bro. He's grit. Spunk. And, blah-blah-blah.
Post Post script: For more cut-throatish -- criticisms et cetra. Please visit my Blog:
Write to me. Or Don't. Now, that's your prerogative. Exercise it. Now, that's freedom. Now, ad infinitum. By the way, I write some real dreaful renegade-rhymes. I'm a rhymester.Pliagrism is an unforgivable vice -- all our Brobdinagians forbid us from -- us or er-drat-ahem-me Just me Lilliptutians-like me. Our unsaid, unspoken protocl i.e. a set of rules i.e. ad infinitum . . . .
Do you bump into Deepika eh?
Hmm. You've a fetish for nicknames? Right?
Yep. So she's what?
I don't know. But I really wanna go to her Facebook page and snipe at her with blatant vile -- you know, really viciciously that she's a: Socratic paradox NOT Self-proclaimed or self-professed atheiest. Honestly, I don't know that combo particularly but my Shamanic Intuition doesn't seriously dissuade me from carrying-out -- this sudden, impulsiive, spiky, barbed rage and outburst -- this dare-devilry -- this audacious -- bayonet-charge-of-sharp-words.
I just read this; and I believe she's this kind of aptitude:
‘The most vicious of the self-styled Socratics was Critias, not only the leader of the oligarchs who seized control of Athens in 404, but a prolific writer on political-philosophical subjects.
Hmm.
When did this begin huh?
This started in the 19th century. Righto?
There's a poet. His name was: Arthur Joseph Munby. And, one of his poems -- there's this: true eclectic mind.
So, Miss Zoya Akhtar's Twitter Bio should be: A girl with true eclectic mind. Mind-blowing eh?
She's someone who'd -- who subliminally or surrepitiously follow René Descartes' school-of-thought -- you know, all those, morale-killing -isms particualry for people like me -- I find really intimitidating. Maybe she knows it. Or Maybe she doesn't I don't know. And, I know one thing that I try not to assume anything either about myself or anyone else -- even, if you're doing so -- be loud about it. In a polite, subdued way. In strict compliance with cultural sensitivities -- nauances -- subtelities et cetra. It's like a naive hunch of a wannabe-writer about a writer -- he hardly knows in a real conventional, real-time, conservative sense of the word -- but, something vaguely like the 100th Monkey's Universal Phenemenon. And, such real serious stuff keyed-in -- lucidly -- seriocomically -- in a synopis-like form -- simple words -- FAQ-like format. Explorative learning for me. Heuristics. She might read it. Or She mightn't. But I shouldn't let that discourage me. With less vested-interests. Sincere unconditionality -- trial and error -- sort of writing exercise -- she might or mightn't find hilarious or amusing...or heriocomical or tragiccomical voayages -- or misadventures -- of this self-professed Sindbad....a rookie-Blogger's blunders and fiascos.
I might be wrong. Point-blank. Real colossally. But it's okay. That's not deplitating self-esteem but subtle arrogance -- masquerading -- in its infancy. Period. Sorry. Full Stop.
Here's a précis -- concise obsession of Arthur Joseph Munby: Here we go:
Munby had a lifelong fascination with working-class women, particularly those who did hard physical labour. His favourite pastime was wandering the streets of London and other industrial cities where he approached working women to ask about their lives and the details of their work, while noting their clothes and dialects. The observations were recorded in his journals. He was an amateur artist, and his diaries contain sketches of working women.He collected hundreds of photographs of women who worked at collieries, kitchen maids, milkmaids, charwomen, acrobats and so on. His diaries and images provide historical information on the lives of working-class Victorian women. Much of his obsession is hinted at in his last book, Faithful Servants: being epitaphs and obituaries recording their names and services (1891). His papers are housed at Trinity College, Cambridge, there is a list of his papers on the Cambridge Janus website
I think Miss Zoya Akhtar has the same inclination -- mind frame. Blah-blah-blah.
Her movies i.e. basically -- primarily -- a manuscript -- a brainchild -- in it's most simplest -- fundamental -- definition -- her perception -- her interpretations of everything-around her -- and, the most important really real inquisitive question we'd be asking her to ourselves is that: Why does she write? What for? Are those a sort of medicinal leech kind of thing for us -- something mutual -- symbiotic -- a cathatric thing for her too -- or it's gedankenexperiment: an experiment carried out in thought only. Her courage is that she gives that visualization or whatever -- a tangible form -- in the form of script or whatever first that obviously and of course -- leads to a distinct visual message -- for a broad -- our masses -- i.e. our movie. Of course, with some bells-and-whistles --- and, all that -- to keep it you know -- for sort of movie-goers -- functional-illiterates or concerned critics -- or armchair-experts.
For instance: Some good chaps -- trying really serioulsy and sincerely to help uncontacted tribes from this and that. She's also doing the same work. Basically all of us -- good samiratans -- or this or that. We bascially chip-in -- help someone in distress...that means she's compassion. And, that's the core -- kernel -- essence of humanity and, ad infinitum. Now, that's a really real disbeliever eh? Believe me eh?
One more thing:
The German word Weltanschauung literally means "world view"; it combines "Welt" ("world") with "Anschauung" ("view"), which ultimately derives from the Middle High German verb schouwen ("to look at" or "to see"). When we first adopted it from German in the mid-19th century, "weltanschauung" referred to a philosophical view or apprehension of the universe, and this sense is still the most widely used. It can also describe a more general ideology or philosophy of life.
So this is her Weltanschauung.
Maybe she Blogs as well on Blogger Dot In or someother provider -- She may or maybe -- what's that eh? Yep, Twitter -- micro blogging righto. I'd lurk around -- and a clumsly ice-breaker -- so you are a writer eh? I don't know you. But, I Blogged about your Dad. That's like zillions of years ago. And, Wikipedia is place riddled with rumormongers -- they're like your Mom is from my place. The IT-Capital of India. The FlyOver-city of India.
That's all for now. Novajo. A tribal variant that means there's-no-word-for-goodbye-in-our-language.
Post script: Say Hi to your Bro. He's grit. Spunk. And, blah-blah-blah.
Post Post script: For more cut-throatish -- criticisms et cetra. Please visit my Blog:
Write to me. Or Don't. Now, that's your prerogative. Exercise it. Now, that's freedom. Now, ad infinitum. By the way, I write some real dreaful renegade-rhymes. I'm a rhymester.Pliagrism is an unforgivable vice -- all our Brobdinagians forbid us from -- us or er-drat-ahem-me Just me Lilliptutians-like me. Our unsaid, unspoken protocl i.e. a set of rules i.e. ad infinitum . . . .
Do you bump into Deepika eh?
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