Why do you go and hide in your homes?
Every night, you go to sleep
looking at those familiar walls.
The whole wide world is open and free,
Yet you ignore its calls.
Why do you go back home,
When you can keep on going?
The night isn’t scary,
and there are no monsters, really.
I am tired of looking at computer screens that scream images of people whom I barely know.
I am tired of looking at computer screens that scream images.
I am tired of looking at computer screens.
I am tired of looking.
I am tired.
I just completed the ‘before sunrise’ trilogy, and it is the best trilogy in my opinion.
Off late I have been thinking about why I love some movies and why some scenes linger with me for a long time. And I have come to the conclusion that I love ‘Conversations’ in movies. And by that I don’t mean talking or dialogue between the characters, but those long ‘talking’ sessions revealing their character or even mindless banter will do. But I do hate it when characters speak two lines to each other and start making out.
Here’s why I love these movies
I personally love conversations in real life, that was the highlight of my college life when couple of my buddies used to talk for hours on end on life, god, love, anything that fascinated our amateur minds. Sometimes we discussed on really deep things. But about that in another blog.
So I’ve figured out that it’s no wonder that I love ‘conversational’ films (Is that a thing?)
For me that’s the only way of connecting with people. And also films like these can offer a third perspective, because I talk with someone, I talk with my Ideas, and I try to perceive the other person.
But in a Film when I watch the conversation I am able to see as an outsider the two view points of people and that allows me to retrospect my own assumptions and lines of thought that I use while conversing.
And also I think that long conversations are the hardest for actors to pull of. The long scene in before sunset when Celine and Jesse talk while walking on the streets almost gave me goosebumps. Those are the scenes I absolutely love. As well as the long winding car scene in ‘Copie Conforma’ when both the protagonists talk while driving slowly revealing the status of their relationship and past. ‘Before Midnight’ has a similar car scene which goes on for 11 min and it is absolutely brilliant as well.
I can go on forever about these kinda movies, but I’ll stop now. Let me know if there are other movies that I should watch.
The sky swallowed a swoop of time,
Making him sweat and smell
Like a fish on dry land.
Drops of lime on the marked stone
awakened his breath,
then slowly faded away
“Isn’t past over”, mused he
Careful not to step on the slime.
Answered none as he went in two ways,
The end was getting closer,
He could smell the sun.
Resurrected, he began to run.
The road disappeared at a pond.
It was murky.
Recently when browsing through a myriad of articles, i came across a theory which explored the possibility of dimensions in addition to reality we perceive. I thought it was truly fascinating. Imagine dimensions far beyond human comprehension co-existing or maybe complementing our ‘reality’.
To illustrate this further, lets imagine the Cartesian co-ordinates. Just the x and y axes. The possibilities are lines, curves and flat images. Imagine being that line. You could never comprehend or speculate that there is a greater dimension beyond your reality. The simple addition of a third axis exponentially increases the possibilities. Similarly what if there are more dimensions co-existing in our space. I would like to call it ‘negative space’. The space in which we are not there. The space which is not seen. The space which does not exist,
We are able to explain gravity but not why gravity exists in the first place. What is the force behind it all. Science explains reality in, laws and theories, but why does these laws exist in the first place, who made them. Who is the ‘first cause’
Maybe the answers out there, we are yet to figure it out.
or maybe the ‘first cause’ is right next us, existing among us and we don’t even have a clue.
It is a small room on the upper floor. A winding staircase leads up to it. Its a small room, with wooden floors and a slanting ceiling; it looks more like a cabin. The sunlight from the only window casts a warm glow on the wooden floor as the evening sets in. Scribbles and patchy artwork decorate the walls: houses, rivers, clouds and stick-people seem to be the repeated themes of the sketches. A tiny table takes up space in a corner of the room. Curiouser and curiouser objects keep piling on the table from time to time. A frog croaks from the lonely glass jar, announcing its presence unabashedly. A few pulled out grass leaves and pebbles try their best to recreate a somewhat natural environment to the frog in the large glass container. It was earlier used to keep berries. Lots of berries.
Other than the crumpled bed with a two fluffy pillows; a book shelf and a shelf for clothes takes up the remaining space. With just enough room to navigate from the bed to the door, everything from Tom Sawyer to socks and is just an arms length away. Everything which is curious around the house and the unknown world outside somehow find their way to the all-accommodating-table. Stamps, pictures, toy parts, sticks, erasers that look like a frog, rubber bands twisted on a wooden spool, buttons that are big enough to be coins, teeny tiny chalk pieces and much more are piled up on the wooden table. The room is cluttered but doesn’t look annoying for some strange reason. The creaky door has posters of Spider-man, Scooby doo, and Dexter’s laboratory.
(takes deep breath)
How I wish I had grown up in this room.
The whole concept of writing seems a bit awkward to me. You put down in certain universally accepted shapes and lines, your thoughts,secrets, imagination, dreams as well as opinions. The list of what the written word is portrays is endless. Novels, articles, scripts, news, poems, etc are all in the written form. People have become accustomed to express as well as to understand, almost all of their human experience in the form of words. Although today visuals have taken over most of the attention of the public, even they have text in them, in the form of commentary, dialogues or descriptions. In essence writing is a process of making real and tangible that which is invisible and hidden. For example, all of our thoughts, imagination, ideas, etc are all in the mind in the abstract. When we write about it, it brings it to life.
I strongly believe that, something is lost in the transition from the mind to the written word, which has its rules and limitations. Most of what we feel, what our senses tell us, and what emotions we encounter, is invisible and personal(the other person doesn’t feel the same way like us). To put it in words, let me rephrase that, to even try to put those abstract feelings(even naming them ‘feelings’ it is a mistake) into words is absolutely atrocious. It would be like trying to make orange juice from cockroaches or get Bieber to make music. I think over the years we have been trained in such a way that we think in words, and we feel in sentences. We have made the medium of communication the medium of thought. Even though there are many mutations to the written word in the form of form,structure,language and style; lines and ink strokes cannot fully translate human experience. The transition is costly but also necessary. Without which all these thoughts would have been crowding my mind.And so I write my thoughts, if not completely and finally I have some vacant space in my mind to think about Anushka Sharma.