Well, close enough….went and saw Anniyan. While the comedy was very funny in parts, and never the puerile, innuendo-filled cringemaker it is often is in Tamizh films, the violence in today’s movies really horrifies me. Fight scenes were never-ending; blood and gore in graphic detail….threads ( like the Carnatic music connection in the beginning) that disappear completely later on are also confusing….
It is amazing how few people realize the difficulty of coping with constant pain, and the way consistent sleeplessness can throw the day out of kilter…people try to understand, but they often are forgetful about the need for catching up on sleep, and are irritated when one declines late-night invitations, or they drop in at night and keep talking about how they are spoiling my sleep, and keep talking still….they sympathize with my pain and then request me to do things which will aggravate it. I know they mean well, and are asking out of affection, so I can’t refuse….
How often does one get fleeting thoughts as the day passes, and at the end of the day, when one sits at the computer, those thoughts slip beyond the consciousness, leaving nothing worthwhile to write about? So many brilliant insights…all gone to limbo…I am a devotee of the God of No things! I need a Boswell to trot behind me, taking down my thoughts… or at least, a comp which could be left on without fear of a surge of electricity frying it up…
One of the worst parts of going for a walk in this country is the dreadful sight of other walkers…educated, “cultured”, “refined” people…suddenly PEEling off from their walk into likely corners or sometimes just at the side of the road to….PEE. What is it in our ethos that makes it perfectly OK in our minds to spit, piss and defecate everywhere?
To think that Broadway and off-Broadway have been searching for a sure-fire success formula for years and here in Ranga Shankara, Bangalore, it is so simple….