These are some of k's newest realizations.
# The funny part of being an overtly and inertly emotional freak is that passion and depression are forces that come uninvited.
# Passion lives in the temple of Venus. The Venus woman asks questions, bends the norms and is cursed by Hera, so that nice men with common sense do not excite her.
# “If you love someone, you must be unselfish enough to give them what they want.” - Pierce Brosnon from some film.
# Lovemaking is not over rated. We are in dire need of Kamasutra schools.
# Conversation between Radha (Eunuch) during a Movie scene :
K: Babes, what is the whole funda behind a eunuchs’ clap? Do you practice it?
Radha: (laughing) : Arre, clapping is fun, and yes there is a technique. Par, the best part of the clap is that it instills fear; it scares the lukhas, the mamus and the chokras. It is the only language they understand. The clap is the sound of us – sharp, yet accommodating. It means that if need be – I can protest. Par, this is the way I choose to live.
# Capricorn Rook quoted someone from somewhere “we are scavengers looking for scraps of fulfillment.”
# A drunken Venus woman breaks up with her forlorn lover. 72 hours later, she climbs down her pedestal of respect and calls her lover, who responds, “At CCI, in a meeting, will call you back.”
Pragmatism sucks. Btw the mountain and the valley, K shall one day climb across the mountain.
# Conversation btw K and Mitsu
K: Why don’t you move on, you divorced him three years ago!
Mitsu : There is so much love that I am numbed by the constant pain that I feel. I do not think of things, they live in me. I see him in every man; any man I love will be in his image. Will have his flaws, will make my head fly. I need him not, but I am not over him. I keep thinking of how it would be if we’d never met, and how would it be if we’d never have parted.
K: Love is a poison; it runs in your skin, your breath and your blood. It’s like the dead baby’s ghost that hangs by the umbilical around your throat.
Mitsu: (Laughing) you know, kit, never stop writing.
You were right then, God, I should have shot him!
