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Watchmaker

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A tribute to my stolen mobile phone. Who will save us from ourselves?

I think I found a way home. And this last job, that’s how I get there.

Absolutely brilliant. Inception had my eyes and my mind working overtime. The whole idea of weaving a movie around dreams and alternate realities was fantastic, and Nolan delivered it well. My favourite scenes were the slo-mo ones as the van fell into the river. (Do you remember Joker in The Dark Knight when he had his head out of the car after his escape?)

As I stared at these scenes in awe, the puzzle pieces fit beautifully together in the background. Each water droplet floating between the dreamers during the fall was a puzzle piece that was waiting to fit into the bigger picture; and the time between the fall and the final totem scene was the genesis. Another one for my ‘golden box’!

She was just 2 weeks old. One of the new generation cyborgs, an upgrade, I could say. With so much energy, so much aspiration and the will to soar the silver skies, she walked up to me and opened her lips just to whisper “Stereo Love – Edward Maya”. Voice Over, she called it. I knew she was a cyborg even though she didn’t admit it. You know, just so that she could always keep her emotions in check, unlike me. The “firm” that made her has been trying to take over the world for over a decade now. Things get a little nasty at times, but at the end of the day people do look up to this firm for “inspiration”. I’m not sure if people should stop doing that, because this firm, in the name of design, embraces color, form, type and aesthetics… all at once; and it’s hard to find that these days.

It all ended inside a godforsaken Samsung washing machine. I tried to save her as soon as I knew what had happened… an uncanny resemblance to The Fountain‘s story. Things went a little too fast in the end. They even rigged her up with a tiny water sensing device as if she was an expat. If they wanted to know if she’d been swimming, why didn’t they make her intelligent enough so that she could protect herself when there was a flood? The only useful thing that I can do now is initiate a relentless quest to understand everything I possibly can about this firm and find out their world domination plans which is probably entangled in some misplaced sense of ethics. And try and change things.

Look what I found. The significant ‘Back’ control pointing to my whereabouts in office. Often reminds me to get back to where I started – and thrash first principles like they were smelly roaches. In a peaceful way of course!