Omnia mea mecum porto

The latest addiction has been in the form of yet another TV show. My dear friend at work Shonali had often quoted the show to be intelligent and fun but I never really had the opportunity to download and watch them. The newly discovered free Wi-Fi at work has made my last few weeks here rather eventful.
Bones is an American crime comedy-drama television series that premiered in 2005. The show is based on forensic anthropology and forensic archaeology, with each episode focusing on an FBI case file concerning the mystery behind human remains brought by FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth (David Boreanaz) to the forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Emily Deschanel). It would be criminal to not mention how much Dr. Brennan reminds me of Shonali – the constant jargon-laced talk, being oblivious to things that are considered ‘cool’, being thought of to be absolutely eccentric among a variety of traits. It is no wonder she connected.
The episodes are fabulously made – very tightly packed with just enough unconventionality for audiences to stay gripped. I think I associate a little better because I’ve always been fascinated by anthropology and archaeology as subjects. I often regret the fact that I didn’t even try to pursue them further and got dragged along with the crowd to do the regular ‘safe’ things in life.
Nevertheless, I’m a little hooked now, and trying hard to save the series so they can keep me company while in Muscat.
Beneath the blood, cynical remarks on faith and atheism, flesh-eating maggots, layers of technical jargon, there was an episode that touched me deeply. This one was around Christmas; it didn’t have a solved murder, nor did it need FBI agents knocking down doors. All it spoke about was – what is most precious to us, we carry within us. Anything that we cannot, must mean nothing at all. So much for the paraphernalia collected and prized over the years. They will not last.
The Greeks got this right, as well. Omnia mea mecum porto.