The Huge Ordeal, LIFE.

Sad to say, the fixations of life have located me through a huge ordeal. Today where I stand, I stood tall with pride but with minimal amount of hopeful optimism. Sometimes I wonder, wonder what is real what is not. Given several tens of thousands of thoughts in this, I’m never contented with any conclusion I came up with. This article, I wrote two years back, is still in my backyard sun-tanning, waiting for the right tan, still in my evil witchy pot, waiting for my right ingredients and still in my tummy rumbling to rush out of my constipated situation. Here I say:

"Since I was a kid, I asked many questions (to myself of course); interested and amazed by how manageably “fixations” gets understood. Why is a table known as a table, why is the portrayal of darkness classified under negative state of affairs? There is no real behind the appearance, the illusion does not mask the real, and the illusion is the real, which is the illusion, which is the real (Jean Baudrillard). Have it been instilled into us through culture and ideologies or are real just tentatively real. Going through numerous institutions and several theoretical controls, I’ve come to a conclusion that real is not just real but ideologically real.

In the contemporary context of Japanese fashion, mini skirts are fashionably accepted, however, in traditional astute, kimonos adjured to be inculcated in the hearts of the society. A ‘subjectifying’ topic hems in but yet mini skirts and kimonos were fore mostly accepted. So are mini skirts real, or are the traditional kimonos real. A situation where contemporary versus traditional adheres in. Is traditional real, contemporary an illusion or the other way around or is it a mere selection of subjects. The traditional kimonos are mild and conservative, where traditional mini skirts are checkered and attractive, so which is real? Towards a certain age group, mini skirts are a big no no and kimonos are the yes yes. SO, what it is that’s real. The culture we were brought up in, the generation we were nurtured from solely says it all, nothing is real but ideologically real. Everyone is ‘programmed’ to accept certain ‘software’, depending on each generation.

But yet, in contemporary milieu, designs, patterns and layouts, out beat the traditional kimonos and mini skirts. The variety of designs; the wonderful abstractive re-constructions of these attires becomes real. So what exactly is real? It may be argued that such topics could be individually pointed out. However, have it dawn to us that kimono and mini skirts were sub-consciously accepted by ourselves? Or was there even other trend behind the kimono and mini skirts. Fashion might be the worst topic to be discussed within the realm of ideology but yet it carries a certain degree of how our cultural shaped the ideology in us. Our ancestor’s imagination has become our real today.

Real is imagined and thus the existence of real gets even more real. The real does not disappears to the benefit of the imaginary; it disappears to the benefit of the more real than real” the hyper real (Jean Baudrillard)."

In short, I’m in dire jeopardy of the truth, nothing else, but the truth. The truth have seems to be the factor that deteriorates one’s mental state. To begin with a possibly optimistic good head start on my first entry is a highly risky and impracticable task. HOW, how, how can one survive the means of life, by which I meant, the unreal and the surreal?I NEED REAL, I NEED REAL.Today’s going to all Paerin’s nitpick; tomorrow will be the surreal facts of LIFE