I am aware of the two schools of thought about art. But in my humble opinion, true genius does not always seek maximum attention. I mean Biscopewala is difficult to start- no big names, not much publicity. But if you have that activation energy which gets you to the theatre, you will be amazed by how beautiful this film is. I have read Rabindra Nath Tagore’s original work, and this definitely is a fascinating adaptation. Sensory delight.
Then there is A prayer before Dawn! Definitely not the weak hearted. But what a movie it is. The screenplay, the background score, the character Billy…
I feel am lucky to stumble onto such pieces of work. But of course, I have constantly been looking for them😉
A couple of days back, I realised I have become possessed by the very demons I have
cheated tried to cheat since 2010. Cosumerism.
But of course, there is hope.
Instead of ordering something silly, I ended up getting these babies from the latest sale online.
Fuck. I missed this.
Some things are timeless. It is possible that the time the world came to know about them, they will not be appreciated much. But it is just that…they stick. And, even when it has been 6 years, am still in awe of how great this movie was. Truly a work of art, which not many seemed to bother.
Their loss entirely. Gives me goosebumps even today, when I watch its trailer.
Look at love
look at love
how it tangles
with the one fallen in love
look at spirit
how it fuses with earth
giving it new life
why are you so busy
with this or that or good or bad
pay attention to how things blend
why talk about all
the known and the unknown
see how the unknown merges into the known
why think separately
of this life and the next
when one is born from the last
look at your heart and tongue
one feels but deaf and dumb
the other speaks in words and signs
look at water and fire
earth and wind
enemies and friends all at once
the wolf and the lamb
the lion and the deer
far away yet together
look at the unity of this
spring and winter
manifested in the equinox
you too must mingle my friends
since the earth and the sky
are mingled just for you and me
be like sugarcane
sweet yet silent
don’t get mixed up with bitter words
my beloved grows right out of my own heart
how much more union can there be
As it turns out, my brothers (cousin) are getting married. Apparently, I should be worried and ashamed, if people are to be taken seriously 😉
Yes, I think the boy getting married today has done well. But that is because it is a love marriage- and I have a solemn respect for anyone who makes a choice on his/her own. Whether they handle it well, or not, is none of my business ( I analyse and make fun of it anyway. all for fun )
But that ideological angle apart, I think people don’t realise what all is possible by prolonging this unmarried stretch like a boss! The other day, I realised my biggest worries are: communalisation and politicisation of Indian society, declining civic sense in Delhi, finding a new gym and learning Tamil. That is all 🙂 The point is, the profile of concerns in life shifts when you get married.
I would hate that.
To quote HRB,
मैं कभी, कहीं पर सफ़र ख़्ात्म कर देने को
तैयार सदा था, इसमें भी थी क्या मुश्किल;
चलना ही जिका काम रहा हो दुनिया में
हर एक क़दम के ऊपर है उसकी मंज़िल;
- जो कल मर काम उठाता है वह पछताए,
- कल अगर नहीं फिर उसकी क़िस्मत में आता;
- मैंने कल पर कब आज भला बलिदान किया।
- मैंने जीवन देखा, जीवन का गान किया।
But what about love?
The whole things only get better theory I so ardently believe in, still holds for me. I have been lucky.
In times like these- when all my lifelines are threatened, it seems there is hope. I had stopped listening to music, since the last decade maybe. Now, I begin my day with some really great music everyday- unplugged, of course. Old favourites are finding my ears, once again. And more 🙂
The other day, WordPress let me know that I have gotten older- here. 10 years is a long time 🙂 Especially in digital space, where I ( like most of those I know ) have created and deleted footprints on sites. I have been everywhere- Orkut, Facebook, Blogger, Twitter- and back. In a way, that goes with what I read about the developmental phase associated with 25-35 year olds. Turns out, I am not different.
I don’t read books ( though, I read a lot of newspapers and magazines ), I don’t blog and I don’t meet new people ( for pleasure, that is )- none of which makes me comfortable. But, as I grow old, it appears one has to choose which boxes I want to tick- the most. Can’t have it all. So I do what is most important to me, leaving the rest for universe.
Wisdom, in all probability, is choosing the battles you want to fight.