I'm not even in one of my contemplative moods or anything. I reckon it is one of those days when you suddenly feel like swearing away to glory for no particular reason ; without meaning to cause any harm whatsoever. I mean the kind of mood I'm in, the next thing I'll probably be doing is telling my mother to 'fetch me a goddamn glass of water'.
Last Sunday, I went with my parents to the railway station to see off my brother and grandfather who were going to Rajasthan to my uncle's place. My aunt was going with them too and so, her folks, which consisted of her husband and her daughters came along as well. I was perfectly happy for my brother since he was going and all ( I even helped him pack!) but ah well, such things don't last too long and the stale, mixed smells of a typical railway station have this manner of agitating the traveling instincts in you. Well, whatever be the origins of sadism , point is I was suddenly thinking about why the hell my brother wasn't in 12th std or better still...why I wasn't in the 7th std. But then such things don't last for too long either so my cousins and I thought 'peace' and spent our time, looking wistfully, at the various assortments of food that some hazaar vendors were selling all over the place. Not that train food is even a micro centimeter close to being edible but then it is train food and trains are beautiful. Especially if they are taking your brother to Rajasthan and you can't go.
The thing with having a big, no... prodigious family is that we cant' even go to the next street without tripping on a couple of our relatives. I mean I'll probably decide to go to some arbit village, south of Congo, one day and find my great uncle's daughter's niece waiting for me at the goddamn airport. And when we aren't doing that; tripping on a couple of our relatives that is, we are probably attending a wedding. Meaningless jabber this...I don't even have anything against having a gazillion relatives...atleast not now ..when none of them are visiting us in our house, when I'm not visiting any of them in their house and more importantly when I'm not attending any damned wedding.
I saw this movie called Amelie some time back. It was in French and had subtitles and everything. When I was younger, I could somehow never imagine the whole subtitle movie concept thing. It confused the shit out of me, how you were supposed to shift your eyes from scene to scene, absorb what was going on, read the subtitles and still have your two eyes and your tiny brain intact when the movie was over. But then subtitles aren't the end of the world; and I generally found myself getting used to the idea. One of those things you get used to without actually meaning to I guess.
Only, you can't afford to think about the whole thing more than just that slight amount of thought that almost everything is entitled to, especially movies. The reason I'm saying this is that there is this part in the movie when Amelie finds a box belonging to someone who had lived in her apartment a very long time back. Just then, she has this absolutely perfect look in her eyes. I mean I don't even know how the hell she managed a look as perfect as that and suddenly I was thinking about the number of goddamn retakes, the director must have taken just to get it right and it somehow killed me.
Anyway, that's not the point I was trying to get across. What I actually wanted to say was that the movie is one of those nice, beautiful things that brings light into our otherwise mundane lives...like Salinger...like blackbird by the Beatles...like deer outside Siddhartha's window...like the reflection of a tube light outside your room in a puddle of rainwater... like the feather in Forrest Gump...like the polythene bag in American Beauty...like the memories of a childhood that Alice's Adventures in Wonderland manages to reawaken in you.
In the distant background, The Doors tell me to 'break on through to the other side'.
cogitated thoughts
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thankyou for being there, always when I'm down. luv u !
Sea lice
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BoFi said...
Don't always believe what the Doors tell ya, they themselves don't mean it all the time....it's not very nice-the other side...you find one decent side and stay there...though it may be in the memories of your childhood...and hey!...I'll tell ya a big secret...you got two things a bit wrong...firstly, train food is decently edible...and secondly...a train is way nicer when it brings people to ya rather than takes them away...you'll surely fall in love with the train that brings vinnie-the-pooh back...that's how it is...I didn't really want to say all this, 'coz it's not very well put and all...compared to the post and all...but seeing that I seemed to have made guest appearance...I just couldn't help it:)...Siddhartha
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Vishal said...
reminds me of a lot of stuff. there are so many small little things to appreciate, somehow i am always focussed on the bigger picture and tend to miss the beauty inherent in the details. do read joyce's dubliners and you would understand what i mean. well, a nice book is all it takes to make things better.
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Kini said...
luminous...absolutely luminous.
life aint mundane sneha. it seems like it at times and by bloody heck i remember 12th and how routine the bloody episode can get, but pause and notice..you have moments like that polythene bag and the reflection of the tube light all the time. life's full of them. if only we'd learn to pause and notice.
P.S: abt the doors...dont really think jim morrison is the best person to listen to.. big time good fun nut and all with "no one gets out alive" but seriously not jim morrison.
(am a pal of bofi and shamanth's)
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Interesting you said this. Yesterday, in my apartment which was recently devoid of all furniture, there was this empty black polythene bag doing the same motions as in the movie. Funny we noticed that, but then without the idiot box to rivet our attention there was little else that we could have done.
As for the other side, break on through and you'll find that you want to break on through again to the other side...
--the sin
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said...
Lovely post...Sneha...
Subtitled movies are great fun, especially when the language sounds so nice..and you can just concentrate on hearing the intonation and the sheer sound and not worry yourself about what the words mean...Something like Urdu poetry, Ghalib or something which sounds so beautiful though i have no clue what he is talking about...
And no man...siddhartha ( so have we stopped calling you bofi? )..train food is NOT edible .
Keerthi...( k..whatever )
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cogitated thoughts said...
Arijit, kinda try ignoring fact that junta around listen to blue( ...yuuucckkk heartfelt sympathies man!! ok ahem! )) . thing is...try to take it slightly easy...dont get all broken down about stuff you cant control you know
Thanks for comment(what kinda movies have ya been watching ANYWAY:P) You'll get by with a little help from your friends:-)
Vishal...oy man hows iim treating?...yeah, all of us tend to that some point or the other.....and then sometimes things just strike you just as brilliant as they actually are...
Nitesh, no man...absolutely no plans to take a walk to the other side or whatever..the song just happened to be on, the point of time i was writing the damned thing and i so i decided to end stuff in a dramatic kinda way:P ...the cover...yeh it probably did take american beauty to make people see dawn (myself excluded yourself included) but ah well...we don't worry about trivial things like that. we nod our heads and move on.
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cogitated thoughts said...
Siddhartha, don't feel too much like working hard and looking around for nice quote but what the hell..tit for tat:-P ..sheesh okay..this looks like beginning of gultest comment ever written so ill make it brief and concise and all that...
train food...like i said is a part of the beauty of trains...and okay..i admit i liked them trains better when vinnie- the -pooh did get back( goodbye peace)but that still doesnt mean its anywhere close to being edible.
Keerthi, see? way better than'k' atleast you sound human and genuine if nothing else:P...well thanks haJaar for comment... i thought since the whole comment thing was so long back i wouldnt reply but it rained the rain supreme in blore today...(strange, rain supreme made appearance when Siddhartha came too)...
P.S:seriously sorry about the LATE reply ...kinda started replying to comments and then lost continuity and some things don't turn out too nicely when you force it out if ya know what i mean..
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