19 November, 2010

act 1_week 1:


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Narrative 1
[ Everyday I travel a lot…see a lot many things…obvious, atrocious, ridiculous...why should I see it?...I don’t like it…I want my utopia. (But…) Isn’t this heterogeneity good…only one type of utopia will become boring…you need multiplicity…you need spices, not just bland sushi! ]
The newspaper is a body of fact, fiction, reportage and emotions. It presents underlined codes of importance attached to each piece of news. It has characters, graphics, fonts, visuals which condition the mind and create environments which different people find comfort in reading differently.
Leafing through it each morning, i dwell on my likings and if i do not like what i see, the excitement dips, emotions change, shreds fly! Now you get what you wanted.

Narrative 2
Character rich environments present themselves each day to people who the newspaper. There are likes, dislikes, attractions and regrets. Tastes develop; they are altered by the visuals presented every day, varying in the intensity with which they register themselves. Pieces of information, fiction and reportage overlap after this personalization to form unexplored scenarios and outcomes. The mind creates scenarios, predicts results, forms environments.

act 1_week 1:The Shadow Man


After a bad jury in college and a arguement with a friend I was returning home walking in a narrow lane,feeling dejected.Suddenly thinking about the day that went by,I saw a crystal clear culmination of my bad deeds of the past 21 years in the shadow that reflected on the road.The shadow was almost like making fun of me or teasing me,being destructive at times,making me realize about only the wrong things that I had done till now.At times it used to vanish in front of me,helping me ponder over the not so good side of me.

Quote "All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.” - GAUTAM BUDHHA