Dear Blue Fairy

This is not a plea for any wish to come true...

Instead, I just finished watching A.I. on TV3 (Gasp! I actually don't care for this station eversince they decided that their station is the best, but Friday nights I ignore the fact and try to catch movies that were in the theatres years ago) and could not sleep.

It's been awhile since anything related to science fiction caught my attention (must have been the attempt to read the complete and unabridged version of war of the worlds by H.G Wells which was packed with so many technical words that I spent more time looking up the words in the dictionary instead of reading the actual book. That was 10 years ago. Or more. But 10 is a nice number. If I said 12 years, it would seem odd somehow. So 10 it shall be.)

I suppose the movie dealt much more with the human emotions aspect compared to the sci-fi part, which made it appealing. It was also slightly sickening to note that the humans behaviour towards the robots (or mecha as they call them - which made me smile as the spelling is similar to macha, a word i used to hear quite often some time back :) ) was appaling. Are we really that bad? Do we really destroy those that seem to intimidate us (even psychologically?). Not for the first time though, I was against the humans on this one... (we all subconsciously take sides when we have to!)

For years in the trenches of the ocean, sitting in a futuristic submarine, pinned by a fallen ferris wheel, the mecha programmed to have feelings begs the blue fairy to make him into a real boy, again and again, until ice suurounds them... 2000 years later, he still sets his goal on that 1 thing. To be a real boy so that he would be loved by his mom.

I wonder if any of us have the determination to pursue our dreams and aspirations? Would the world be a better place then?

Anyways, when the station had a break for it's 12 o'clock news, I had the chance to listen to a what i'd call an interesting song - lyrically

I wish I was a punk rocker by Shadi Thom

Chorus
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary
and we didn’t know everything

Chorus

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen
she turned a whiter shade of pale

When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Chorus

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Chorus
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair