Category: Neil S.

[SPOILER ALERT] Christopher Nolan Performs Inception

The ending of Inception has to do more with the audience viewer than anything else. The basic premise of the movie revolves around the inception of an idea into someone’s mind. A movie is an alternate form of reality, a reverie of 2 hours. Using this definition, one can liken a dream to a movie. In this case, Christopher Nolan is performing inception on audience members. The very idea is crafted into multiple layers of the film in the same way the protagonist performs inception on the mark. In this case, the mark, the audience, leaves the movie dumbfounded and confused but with a lingering thought, an idea in the mind: this world is not real. The same dangerous questioning that led to Mal’s death is the same idea Christopher Nolan places into each viewer’s mind through his baffling ending scene, beautiful cinematography, and brilliant storytelling. One is mindfucked by the ambiguous ending scene in which the top seems to continue to spin to some while to others it is beginning to wobble. Nevertheless, the audience questions whether the protagonist is in reality, in a dream or still stuck in limbo. And the natural progression of this thought leads us to question whether our own world is a dream or real. It isn’t Mal or the Mark or even the protagonist that is undergoing inception. It is you and me.

Trippy shit.

Great movie.

India: land of frustration and good food

This is more of a rant than anything, but going to a third-world developing nation can be a frustrating experience. The first thing that you smell when you come to India is the waft of pollution, piss, and uncollected garbage. After that you’re hit with the extremely hot humid weather with an airport lacking any air conditioning. Then there’s the roads. The roads are filled with people, cars, rickshaws, camels, cows, and stray dogs zigzagging across your path. Driving in India is an absolute thrill. Most cars are manual and the fact that every day you clutch your seat for dear life provides a visceral thrill that no roller coaster can provide. Maybe it’s the traffic that bugs me or maybe its the mindset of the people. On a four lane roadway people will try to cram their cars and make it an 8 lane road. It’s not even on the roadway that you see this attitude. There’s no such thing as a line in India. If you’re patiently waiting at a bank to deposit a check, you have to keep a watchful eye for the sneaky person trying to just nudge past you when you’re not looking. Another thing to note is personal space if almost nonexistent in India. People will peer over your head and cling to you when waiting at a queue at the airport with their nose almost touching the back of your head. It’s really annoying. Furthermore, there’s always a lack of trust among people. The mounds upon mounds of red tape that the country suffers from because of general distrust and a feeling that the person on the opposite side of any transaction is out to cheat you (which in India most likely might very well be the case). This make for a very inefficient and frustrating experience. If you think the California DMV is bad, wait until you have to deal with India’s similar RTO.

So you must be thinking, ranting and raving about one’s country of origin isn’t a very admirable thing, right?

Nope I don’t think so because India has a load of potential. It will definitely be a superpower in the near future and it has been one of the countries least affected by the recent recession because of its growth and the financially conservative attitude of Indians. However, I personally believe there has to be a fundamental change in the way people think in India. It cannot be about trying to get ahead at the expense of one’s neighbor. The prisoner’s dilemma is a very real problem for Indians in every aspect of life: from dealing with daily traffic, to the local bank, to even the minuscule task of standing in line to board a plane.

India is doing a lot to improve and has probably grown drastically in the last few years and developed a lot. However, stuff still needs to be done to make this country on the level of basic infrastructure that the US has.

What did I love about India? Absolutely everything else: stuff is relatively cheap here; the food is amazing; the culture is superb; the palaces are awesome; and India brings me back to earth and makes me grateful for everything I have. I know the last one sounds cheesy but when you go to Bihar and see how poor people are you really feel shitty for whining about anything.

The day after New Year’s

I dont want to sound hella emo or even make this sound hella sappy. But, here goes.

So the day after New Year’s I decided I’d sit down and clean my room. I was going through all of my stupid junk and I see my old Latin text books and randomly scribbled on the right hand I see Placetne tibi and Babae. Somebody else reading this will probably think: what the fuck? But for my high school friends and myself in particular these words bring up a swell of emotions: joy, laughter, and deep sadness. Nostalgia never seems to be pleasant thing. It is a constant reminder that “times are changing” and a feeling that you cannot go back and redo certain things.

However, I think sometimes people just become too preoccupied with not only the past but also the future. How will i get a job? When will I graduate? When will I find the person that truly loves and cares for me? These things make us keep thinking of what will happen next when what happens next doesn’t really matter two shits.

I swear from tomorrow I will try to live in the moment. Fuck the past and fuck the future. However, I know that three days from now I will probably revert to my thinking of the future and waiting to reach my next goal.

And so I hope that this new year I can cherish every moment. The good and the bad. I dont want to achieve any specific goal because those will come by itself. I want to just feel.

A wise turtle once said: The past is history. The future a mystery. Today is a gift and that’s why we call it the present.

Published in Neil S. by Wally Xie.