First Impressions on "Welcome To The N.H.K."

I have recently started watching this anime on Animax. I just watched around two episodes but it's extremely good!

What really got to me it's that it is based on a novel by a man named Tatsuhiko Takimoto and cover art done by Yoshitoshi ABe which was turned into the anime (as featured in the picture).

The series itself is realistic portraying paranoia and a case known in Japan called hikikomori - which basically deals with people who become agoraphobic and decline from living a social life.

Our main protagonist Tatsuhiro is a hikikomori who starts getting paranoid and believes that he is part of a government conspiracy which is subtitled as The N.H.K. (which is coincidentally Japan's national broadcasting network). He is then casually approached by a girl called Misaki - who is enigmatic - who aims to help him out of his mental condition. However, complications occur when Tatsuhiro starts getting feelings for Misaki only to find their love tricky and Misaki too mysterious. What's more he started to become an otaku (another condition) when he becomes bonded again with his highschool friend Kaoru. Also his old flame Hitomi and him are reacquainted leading to frustrating or complex situations.

The Concept of this anime is really good and I think people should see it.

(Many of the information here is posted on Wikipedia.com and one can go there for further reference. The picture is from Photobucket.com and it's actually the Music Album Cover. Love the Concept and Artwork immensely; it HYPNOTIZED ME - BY ALLAH ALMIGHTY MASHALLAH IT IS BRILLIANT!!!!)

Haiti Let Us All Pray

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/cb_haiti_earthquake

I HOPE ALLAH ALMIGHTY HELPS THESE PEOPLE TO RETURN TO PEACE AND HAPPINESS. OUR PRAYERS ARE WITH THEM...

Love In The Drown

Forever young and merry white
in the throes of an intimate kiss

love is both wet and dry

a beloved amphibian

In the costly wastages of lust

tied to a strange surgical knife

to a wound in a laboratory

sterilized is my tongue

You may eat my seeds

they might grow

longer in the soil

sandier than the clay

Owning in the falsified dichotomy

Owning in a mirage obscure

like lifelines contanimated

like winds of fate misread

So is it me in the wrong deed?
Only absolved by your sex?

mitigated is all senses
I rescue, I rescue you and I from the extremities of selves and ours...

In Sin Lies The Allegory

Writhing in the fortunes of body dust

collarbones and ribcages all in motion

furthermore can be written still

deathly venomous snake is still in prayer

Catch the sinner in the moans
wiped wipe-lust in all lust sogourned

bury in the un-buried loves of woes

seeds plum-thin with potent-starving energies

Volunteered in lust and loving cause of cessation
must thy pioneer in regions scare but bounty of blood

yet blood so visibly not clear

underneath sleeping and waking as if the winking eye

Carrier, prostitute thy whore of all reasonable reasons

thy sweet bitter is a potent wise thing

pet it in the shrieks and tear-gardens

poised in architecture and solemnly uttering...

Fornication plus

Erasing makeshift compounds in the latent form
carousels breathed not yet overdue

in the miles of travel in feet

wrapped around treats and treats of oblivion hawked.

Like demonic-angelic put on the shapes

masks in want and masks overplayed tryst

gears in the seeding fingers planted touch

like opium dwellers thick in the thin of skin illumina

Life shortness lengthened with measurement precise
gone in the flash yet flashes so long in the spiral

empty in the full and fooling in empty works

like wells superseded in the calls and chants

Rust well in the cold morn and delight-dusk
dawn has wings in the operation of opiate set
like long in the branch and long in the song

a light and dark engage as the world code environed by the thrive...

Basking in Calm Distortion

The winter light was heavy

like chloroform white

wearing eye white

but so many thoughts

turned romantic-pale

like hundreds and thousands

little white things

little black things

so ready

so gone

I

think
no one

really

sleeps

I watched the Cracking of an Egg

I watched her crack an egg
in the morning;
as if -
It was the most simplest thing
in the world -

- Why Why Why
Can't she crack
with hardness
as if towers
are crumbling
each
THUK
THUK
THUK
thuk

Her eyes looked puzzled
she doesn't see the brains
coiled like oyster shells
or over-heated snails
withering on light
or that flattened body of the rat
purged of blood and mind
Like those ideas molested
and innocence overrated
I see yellow humour
teasing
life incomplete
but gestation cooked
evolving in a coccoon of oil
plastered in whites and fringy brown
topped to be nutrition
topped as a transcendental body-unit
EVOLUTION
IN
MITOSIS-REVERSE-MITOSIS

He cooks it
Raw it becomes ripe

- Seasons unearthed
as caskets see the dead
And eyes see eyeless dreams
cobwebs on a frying pen
He tastes the white
licks the yellow
She bites eagerly
Into the flesh
The scream is orgasmic
Like maturation of an end-beginning

Life is a potion in the oil
a poison sometimes
choking pleasure
ecstatic words not mouthed
the cyclic egg

seeds of the many

Then he asks are you alright?
She asks want some?
he says c'mon take some
want some?
she says c'mon t take some
want some?

I bite

I watched him crack an egg
I watched her crack an egg
the egg crack
What will happen
to the axis...

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Well I saw two thesis presentations today of my senior friends' Nabila and Upashana - on modernist poetry (so I saw Ezra Pound's genius and also William Caroll Williams) and on postmodernism and magic realism - Nabila did the poetry and Upashana did the other topic. They were great topics and I learned a lot from them (Upashana introduced me to two books El Hablador or (The Storyteller) by Mario Vargas Llosa and The Crying Lot of 49 by Thomas Pynchon AWESOME NOVELS).
I guess they imspired me to write this with their knowledge and wisdom and as my poetry usually isn't like this (I guess I wanted to tamper with styles) and Margaret Atwood also writes like this (read some of her poetry recently, thanks to Jhumpa Apu who told me how to write the keywords in google :P) I wrote this monologue-esque poem (also read a tad bit on magic realism in one of the books Upashana used in her thesis). So yeah though I was pissed in going to Uni today something good happened ^_^

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