EMoTioNal LIMbo


@ 2011-12-09 23:33




 
@ 2011-12-06 23:22




印度的禅宗思想曾经自十几岁起深刻影响了我的人生,而后一个月前读到乔帮主的传记中讲述他是如何在印度兜兜转转,几度寻觅回到美国却在家附近发现了“精神导师”——印度对我而言是一个熟悉又陌生的地方,熟悉并不在于历史或者电影,只因在英国求学时居住在英格兰印度和巴基斯坦人最聚集的郡Leicestershire,而且同一屋檐下还有位来自印度的素食女子,那是幻想与现实交织之所,了解关于印度的饮食起居,甚至拿着印度菜谱我还能象样地点上几样特色食品,可是那喜马拉雅山另一端的神秘古国到底阳光几度,我揣测已久。

印度之行的匆忙程度实属罕见,因为泰国洪灾,临时改了行程去印度,临行前一个多礼拜早已来不及办理商务签证,只能硬着头皮办旅行签证,在极短的时间内顶着压力凑齐了各种要求的资料和证件,临交资料前领事馆的人员告知要出机票,那简直是“生死时速”的一路狂奔,我在最后5分钟颤抖着把资料交到了工作人员手中,在出发前2天才拿到签证。

出发前一晚我在检查机票时查到了令自己崩溃的行程,我要花费将近一天经过四个城市才能到达新德里,伦敦打个来回都到达不了邻国?!事已至此,只能硬着头皮飞吧。

起飞的那个清晨,上海有着粉红色的天空,这也是我第一次乘国泰航空,爸爸是他们的老顾客,事先与我说这航空公司服务好,确实令人欣慰的是,虽然飞到麻木,好在与Cathy Pacific同行。途中去了次香港和曼谷,有熟悉的气味,我惊觉原来自己对一个城市的记忆会基于它的味道~~

几经周折,终于在凌晨时分飞到了新德里甘地机场,由于时差关系,家乡的父老乡亲早已入梦,机场里空旷地惊人,至少花了20分钟我才走到门口,过关的那面各种手指图案的墙比预想的要小,可能大家拍摄时都用有广角效果的镜头吧,夜黑风高也不认识任何土著,出发前定了酒店接机服务,坐上了丰田车(在满是tata街上跑的地方,瞬间丰田也算高档车了呢),开始了震撼之旅——话说一接触到新德里的空气,我就开始不由自主地打喷嚏,那空气里弥漫着粉尘,胡椒,食物烤焦的各种层次的气味,汽车在破落的街道间无论怎样也飞驰不起来,那是凌晨的街道,竟然布满了车辆,果然是另一个人口大国! 

街边的树木要么树叶荒芜,要么全是咖啡色的叶子,七倒八歪的树零星不规则地闪过眼帘,那像是一场午夜奇幻之旅,直到越靠近中心区域,才猛然发现神似英国城市格局,只是不若英国那般干净和井井有条,这里的一切都更粗犷和奔放,到达了住宿的宾馆,竟然门口站两配枪士兵,开始前后检查汽车发动机,看是否有“炸弹”!我和我的行李自然也是被全面扫描了一遍才得以入酒店,这警戒程度从未经历,站在酒店大堂时,我突然想起那部电影节看过的经典影片《马尔他之鹰》,酒店格局整个怪异的不协调的殖民地风格,甚至还弥漫着来自历史的烟蕴,房间更是令人感觉置身三四十年代,不知是复古做旧,还是这地方无论怎样都有挥之不去的烙印?

莫名其妙地多了2.5小时,可惜第二天清晨就醒来,去酒店餐厅吃了第一顿印度餐,重口味又咸又辣,大概因为这里的气候如同炎夏,大家需要补充盐份,惟独奶茶有我喜爱的滋味。在工作还未开始前出发去街道上溜达,这不问题就来了,竟然被围观,活到今天,去过几大洲也从来没有被围观过,竟然在印度首都被男女老少乃至小动物围观,各种人在看到我后显示出下巴脱臼的样子,活像见了外星人似的,迅速掏出各类手机拍个不停,还有求合影的和小朋友们的大招手,他们并不讨人厌,只是我被这状况吓到不行,只顾逃跑,跑到一半还被一个四十多岁的大妈一把抓住胳膊拍了一张——出发前,去过印度的同学曾意味深长地说了一句“他们对你可比对西方人感兴趣多了”,当时不明白这是什么意思,这回虽然还是不懂缘由,若非亲身经历,实在难以置信,后来遇到一位合作伙伴的负责人,他本身也是印度人,告诫我别在马路上晃了,导致后来我人整个神经兮兮了都! 

印度的阳光一出现似乎能驱散雾霭,破落的出租车窗必须摇上,否则路边有太多的人会跑过来把手伸进来兜售东西,德里的街道混乱不堪,公交车永远不停,人们跳上跳下或者挂在车门上,原来他们的电影如此写实,旧城区里似乎是没有规则的,汽车三轮车自行车行人动物纵横穿梭,穿着纱丽和民族服饰的人们时不时从眼前经过,可是我听不懂那些悬浮的语言,我的老师曾告诉我他最喜欢的就是印度街头毫无章法的混沌,那个英国老人站在上海的街头曾经对我说,瞧这里一切都井然有序,可印度和这里完全不同——站在旧德里街头迷失的那刻,我信了他,可我很清醒的明白我承受不了那种“兵荒马乱”的状况!

“你要成为一个足够开放和多元的人”,忘记最初是谁这样教育我,这些年在各种文化中被冲击和席卷,我本以为自己已渐入佳境,未料在印度趋向崩裂,这也太离谱了吧!那谁和我说印度也是崛起中的大国,而这里是这大国的首都,看起来甚至比不上中国的一个二线城市,我甚至觉得是要如何tough的人才能在如此恶劣的环境下生存?我相信自己经过的一定还不是当地的贫民窟,可破落混乱至此?!印度人们自我感觉相当优越,他们说如果孟买再不努力就要被上海赶超了呢,他们说上海的空气至少比新德里差20%,这些是普通老百姓说的话,我去了次印度,觉得上海各方面硬件真是好太多——可是,软件呢?由于我只待了一个礼拜不到,实难评判,带着问题回来与社科院的老师讨论,为什么那些大牛学者们都看好印度会有实力在未来超越中国呢? 

人说印度软实力方面比中国有潜力,印度人理解西方文化,而且年轻一代非常aggressive,抓到机会绝对不放手,中国的年轻人有几个这么豁得出?印度因为有宗教信仰,而且听说文化产业兴旺发达(印度有专门为普通老百姓甚至底层人民拍摄的当地语言的电影,花很低廉的票假就可观赏,也有为上流社会拍摄的英语电影),所以普通老百姓精神方面不至于太空虚,而且社会也较和谐, 当然也有印度人告诉我,在今天的大城市里人们只信仰“Money”(从我被酒店和其他地方的各种人“坑蒙拐骗”的经历看来,印度大城市确实对游人不怎么友善,也比较坑爹,但小地方的人就不知道了),从这次去印度的生活帐单看来,那也是个充斥着各种税的地方,也许吃饭和所买的东西原本便宜,可一旦加上分门别类的税,最后结帐时令人咋舌,吃过一顿饭,税可以收30%,怪不得人说印度政府相当有钱,可人家政府没有拿钱出来搞基础建设,听说是在搞军备建设,当然还有贪污腐败,如果一打开诸如BBC这样的频道,除了神秘的宗教领袖的节目,可能就是批判腐败亏空的内容,我想印度也有印度的问题,比如宗教冲突,虽然在机场放了佛像,可清真寺众多,还有像巴基斯坦这种问题,连签证申请表上都在问你祖父母有无和巴基斯坦有关联的,这真是监管三代呀。

综合各方意见,我觉得“软实力”的说法,确有其道理,毕竟高楼广厦拔地而起花不了几年,可信仰之心可能等上百年都难寻得和悟到。

有一天我站在一幢白色的宗教建筑物边,没有人,只有风与望不见尽头的阳光,摄氏30度的午后,那瞬间有我曾经幻想的印度的样子,菩提树下,静谧悠远——但也许喧哗混沌的内核有它的秩序,只是我还未能识别和体会吧~~~印度是个令人刻骨铭心的地方,有人说离开即想念,而我觉得那是个永远无法忘怀的地方,爱恨交错,震惊迷乱,直到离开还理不清头绪,那里有太多超越我接受范围的人事,可如果要成为一个足够宽容的人,我还需继续修行……
 




 
@ 2011-07-22 08:04

近日读到一首D.H.Lawrence的诗歌,甚是喜欢



A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
 
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.
 
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the edge of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
 
Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second-comer, waiting.
 
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
 
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.
 
And voices in me said, if you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.
 
But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth ?
 
Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him ?
Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him ?
Was it humility, to feel so honoured ?
I felt so honoured.
 
And yet those voices :
If you were not afraid, you would kill him !
 
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
 
He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
 
And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.
 
I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.
 
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
 
And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act !
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.
 
And I thought of the albatross,
And I wished he would come back, my snake.
 
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
 
And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate :
A pettiness.



 
@ 2011-07-22 07:50

罗大佑演唱会上念念不忘的竟然是这首《海上花



是这般柔情的你给我一个梦想
徜徉在起伏的波浪中隐隐的荡漾
在你的臂弯
是这般深情的你摇晃我的梦想
缠绵像海上每一朵无名的浪花
在你的身上
睡梦成真 转身浪影汹涌没红尘
残留水纹 空留遗恨
愿只愿他生
昨日的身影如相随
永生永世不离分
是这般奇情的你粉碎我的梦想
仿佛像水面泡沫的短暂光亮
是我的一生




 
@ 2011-07-22 06:59



这张照片是Rire在时空隧道中拍下的我穿越的瞬间,我们先是在镜前逆时光流转,然后循入烟氲......Somewhere In Time,帕格尼尼变奏响起的正是时候~~那是越来越深邃的体验,我转身的刹那,她定格了分秒——生活如装置,生命似实验,我们走在充满迷幻颤栗的一个又一个瞬间中......


 
@ 2011-07-08 17:02

自由诞生于萦绕于心头的神秘暗示(我相信每个孩童都领受到这种暗示);那暗示关乎精神生活;也关乎人类心中的上帝;那暗示告诉我,大自然通过“我”来彰显自身。这种难以捉摸的感觉是如此动人,如此令人难忘。它诞生于人生的早期阶段:比如说,在夏夜里,一个男孩坐在门前的台阶上,心里没有什么特别的念头,突然,他仿佛全身沐浴在新的知觉中,第一次听见了的蟋蟀有节奏的鸣叫,心中充溢了一种新奇的感觉,他把自己同自然界的伙伴昆虫、青草和黑夜视为同类,在混沌中感觉到一个声音在回答着那困扰众生的问题──“‘我’是什么?”又比方说,有个小女孩从她宠爱的小鸟的墓旁回到房间,她倚着窗台,胳膊肘撑在窗台上,呼吸着陌生的死亡气息,突然,她意识到,她自己也是这整个故事中的一部分。再比如说,孩子稍稍年长一些之后,第一次邂逅到一位了不起的老师,这位老师偶然的一句话或一种情绪,就唤醒了学生的内心,年轻人从此开始意识到自身的力量,并以独立的人格活在世上。我认为,这种知觉一定是作为一种“与上帝同在”的感觉,在许多人身上不断发展的,它是一种内心的爆发,其动因,是人的敏感性,以及神圣的存在感——认为人的存在不同于纯粹动物性存在。这便是人与自由的初恋。





 
@ 2011-07-03 20:18

介绍我这首歌的人,给我写了封邮件,问我在世界的哪个角落,顺便说要去香港教电影,哈哈哈哈,为麻青春期认识的都是不靠谱文艺青年呢





 
@ 2011-07-03 20:01





 
网志分类
· 所有网志 (3941) · 夜半书香 (327) · 影之梦乡 (750) · 心情涂鸦 (2457) · 小说原创 (58) · 远行屐痕 (234) · 未分类 (115) ·
最新的评论
· 01/28 不错
站内搜索
友情链接
· 我的歪酷 非非共享界

订阅 RSS

0352524

歪酷博客

clicki


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com