Ruined, (re)Birth and The Whimsical Bossa

Eat Pray Love (2010)
"i looked around in this place, at the chaos it's endured. the way it's been adapted, burned, pillaged, then found a way to build itself back up again, and i was reassured. maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic. it's just the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. ruin is a gift. ruin is the road to transformations…

…and if you brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue, and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher, and if you are prepared, most of all to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.

- Elizabeth Gilbert on Augusteum Ruins and The Physics of The Quest 

one among other things that bothers me most about this movie:
why? why did they choose Brazilian bossanova for musical-scoring in Bali (Indonesia) instead of using the local songs? they did that in Italy and India, why not in Bali?

well, consider yourself lucky, dear film maker.
i'm one of Brazilian bossa's biggest fan after all.

and yes, thank god (if he does really exist) for Brazilian people bossanova.


would you tell me a bedtime story, pa?

he trembled. 
earlier this noon, he ran all the way home like a bullet, abandoning his toys at local playground nearby, gasping and grinning how he just had a vision about the 'thing' that shouldn't exist. and this was not the first time. it was occured about two-three months ago when he saw that 'thing'. since then, along with my wife, we have done our best to calm him down.

i picked a random book while gently rub his pale-silver forehead. 'casper the friendly ghost'. i knew he liked this book.

tell me what you saw back there.
it looked like the creature described in that book. he pointed casper the friendly ghost in my hand.
now, now, dear. it's only a fiction. it's not real. i chuckled.
but it's true… i saw them… brown skin, yellow hair, colorful doodads, and… and…
it was taller than several months ago when i first looked at it. like it's able to grow certain things up.

quite surprised, i paused for seconds… 
you sure?
he nodded.
but son, there're no such thing.
i knew what i saw, pa. okay?

i looked at his eyes and those eyes were telling the truth.
then i took a deep breath.

son, humans are not real…

fairy's tail

"practically, no one can appear out of thin air..
no one..
however if you invent one through your imagination, seize it with ink and paper, that is a whole different story..
like ruby.. 

.ruby sparks movie.
she is nothing but a concept. a fictional figure who pops out inside calvin's head. an illusory 'being' who possessed every word calvin wrote about. aside from physics and metaphysics, or any surrealistic explanation, calvin believes that ruby is real. can you?

essentially, if i had a chance to build my own fictional character, i would make them perfect: proportionally constructed in every detail and a bit more superior than myself (or perhaps the very opposite of it). however still, they are my mind's manifestation, a logical consequence that somehow inherits my consciousness. me and my character are obviously inseparable in certain perspective. like when calvin writes about how ruby can speak french fluently, maybe that's because he couldn't comprehend with that particular language. and when calvin writes about how ruby is finally free, maybe that's because he's trapped within his obsession. he has actually created his ideal person via ruby.

then again, making your fictional character into a real person is slightly magical. what if in the end they turn against your will? what if they object your unfinished manuscript? what if they decide to sabotage the currently-developing-plot? and in the short run: they gain their freedom. suppose a writer is similar to puppeteer. it's like the puppet finally realize that they are attached into strings on your palm, and lastly, choose to cut themselves loose. a marionette who reclaim their enunciation of liberty. in calvin and ruby's case is rather worse: they fell in one another's possessiveness. such a dreadful situation to be occured.

but as we all know, this is a fictional story nonetheless. so it should have a nice happy ending (should it?). after ruby's gone and calvin publish his new novel, he meets her replacement that oddly match every resemblance to his previous yet precious fictional-ruby. the girl's name remain unknown until the credits roll over, and my media player stops.