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Exactly at the midpoint of Parasite, the great plot twist of the film happens. When it seems the dust has finally settled from that twist and the Kim family were taking a few breaths of relief, Mrs. Kim receives a phone call. It's Mrs. Park, the house owner. She says to boil the water for Ramdon(a Korean food), as the timing will be perfect. 8 minutes. They are not going on a vacation anymore because of the rain. They are returning back. Only 8 minutes. The Kim family were already troubled and just collecting their breaths after encountering the plot-twist-characters. Now they had to flee immediately from the Park’s house, and in total silence. It’s raining heavily outside.
They nearly got caught in the process, but all of their luck chose to be spent here. If they had got caught, it would have been a disaster. As they run outside in the heavy rain, all soaked down and wretched, and come down the stairs, Ki-woo, the son of the Kim family, says smilingly, “I have been wondering what Min would do in this situation.” Then the sister, who was asking her father about the plan they should now follow, replies irritatingly and angrily, that Min wouldn't be in this situation. ...continue reading...
By Satyam Ghimire || Date: 2023 July 17
One day when you wake up, you see a suitcase standing on the table beside your bed, and on its side something written, "2 million dollars. As you wished!" You have been praying for something like this for many years but thought it was absurd. This is not how the world works. You live alone. You look at the door. It's closed. The lock is just as you secured it yesterday. You pick up the suitcase and toss it on the bed and open it. There, in fact, is money— notes— bundles of it. You start counting. It's two million dollars. But this must have come with certain terms and conditions, you worry.
You've never been that much of a God-supporting person. On the spectrum, you fall closer to the opposing crowd. So, why you? When there are devotees and people who always pray and offer flowers? It's a mistake and something bad will happen to compensate. Anyway, you decide on 1.5 million dollars for backup. You are keeping it safe. Safe for what? You don't know. Then you think it's too much. A million instead. The rest of it, you are going to spend wisely. You are not one of those brainwashed who think money solves all the problems. Instead, you're drunk on this idea. Little moments and good relationships count more in life. ...continue reading...
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By Satyam Ghimire | Date: 2023 July 17
By Satyam Ghimire | Date: 2023 July 17
By Satyam Ghimire || Date: 2023 July 17
Two hundred million sperms raced for an egg, and somehow, it was you who came out. Just a little bit of tweaking from your parents could have changed that. Say if your parents had married a day earlier, or a day later. If your father had woken up one more morning for a walk and upon returning saw your mother shining like a goddess in the light coming through the window. Now consider the odds of the birth of the right ancestor and their whole life, odds ranging from something as miniscule as the same time of urination to something as big as marrying the right person. Something like Dr. Manhattan's quote from comics “The Watchmen” by Alan Moore. Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle. But it's always going to be you. Only you. There is no one else. What do you think will happen otherwise? Alternate timeline, timeline branching? Let's say, you are a son here, and there, a daughter is born. And maybe she will have more grades than what you've got here, or maybe she will be much prettier and so on. But still, it's going to be you. ...continue reading...