Alter Ego

Everyone needs an alter ego, a friend, someone to talk to and share your feelings with. So is this, to some extent.

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"Friendship is not friendship without trust, without it I walk alone." - James P. Michels Jr.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Birds are not meant to be caged......

Once again going through one of the old mails I got these conversations from the film Shawshank's redemption, one of my favourites.
The first one is the best and unforgettable one...So is the second, the third...

I have to remind myself that some birds weren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knew it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But your world is just that much colder and emptier when they're gone. I don't know... maybe I just miss my friend.

Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

I believe in two things: discipline and the Bible. Here you'll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord; your ass belongs to me. Welcome to Shawshank.

The government reaches inside your shirt and squeezes until your tit turns purple.

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
(Morgan freeman while delivering these words sounds fantastic...)

She was beautiful. God I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all. I killed her, Red. I didn't pull the trigger, but I pushed her away. And that's why she died, because of me.

Dear fellas, I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called "The Brewer". And a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work and I try to keep up but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is he's ok and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun, an, an rob the Foodway so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like
a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. [carves "Brooks was here" into wood. Admires his work for a moment. Then kicks out the table beneath him and hangs himself] (This is what happens sometimes when you get used to a thing or a specific routine for a very very long time. Nice touchy scene...)

3 Comments:

Blogger Samyak said...

Is this copy paste from soemwhere on d web OR u remembered them all?? [:O]

aaj shaam ko teri test leta hoon.. inhi dailogues pe!! [8)]

5:52 PM  
Blogger Libran said...

obviously these are copy paste but were in my mail...

11:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why no posts for a long time?? Busy??

9:46 AM  

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