Towards it or away from it. We’re all running.
We want it all fast. Hell, we want it NOW!
Marathons are for others, we’re out there for a sprint. A run to catch it all.
We don’t want to just participate. We want to win.
A run to the finish. Get it, Grab it or simply get away from one finish to yet another start.
Another Run.
We want to add every adjective out there to every verb possible.
We want. We want it all. We Run to get it all.
While I watch the “we” make another run for it.
Tempting.
Time and again, when I’ve thought of writing on the blog, I’ve ended up increasing the count on the “Draft” section of my WordPress dashboard. And of course the Kilobytes of space on my hard drive as well.
At least 6 planned Travelogues are pending in that very state and the innumerable movies I’ve watched in-between that have auto-generated reviews in my head, but haven’t made it to Print. You know what I mean.
It is a probability that even this might not get posted. But what the hell! Let me just blurt as much as I can and put it up. Or maybe not.
There’s definitely a lot of calm today. Unlike other weekends when there’s a rush to “do something”. So, that’s a plus.
I watched, “Suicide Squad” last evening which was better than the forgettable Batman Vs Superman but DC still has a long way to catch up to Marvel. The Justice League definitely looks a darker shade of Avengers in the trailer, but then the “Do you Bleed” trailers of Dawn of Justice were great too. And we all know how that turned out. Psycopaths gang up together to do some good in dimly lighted action sequences and cameo-roles of most of the leads, except Will Smith and Maggot Robbie. And yes, she’s got the meatiest roles. And the lines. Everything else in the movie is, Okayyy.
I also ended up watching Raman Raghav 2.0 and Woah! The Layers! It is unlike any other story of a Psychopath. For Instance, when you watch Dexter or Hannibal, you relate to the POV of those characters as the director makes sure you relate to those primal instinct. I mean, sure we disgust them, but the arguments in their head do echo a little. Right ? Now, don’t say No. Otherwise, I’ll have to get myself checked. Nawaz, as ususal, is brilliant. He makes you disgust him. And that’s a win. All Hail, Anurag Kashyap.
This morning I also ended up watching, “12 Angry Men”. Apart from the opening scene, which takes place in a courtroom, and the ending outside the court, the entire movie runs in a tiny Jury room, where 12 Men (the jury) decide on the fate of an 18-year old convicted of murdering his own father. Engaging is a word which would limit its description. To think that this B/W movie is around 60 year old and is still a good watch, is baffling. In a good way, of course.
And hey! Siddharth Mahaptra, my classmate from KV is starting a movie blog. Do visit it here and show some love.
Hope you’re having a good Sunday!
It’s not every day that one ponders upon the past choices and throws themselves back to the horizons of time. Like, if there was a time machine, but only here certain stuck upon memories doing the job for you. Free of cost, you’d think. Eh ? But no, they are a strain on a lot of painful nerves that you may have silenced, or at least tried to. Best way to not do that is either not think about it or keep yourself constantly occupied.
The first option is quite tricky, because the more you try to run away, brush it off, put on a fake smile as if to allow the outward personality to soak in the pseudo-happiness, etc actually makes you remember them more. Just in that tiny little corner of our minds, one little weepy kid is always ready to burst out crying.
The second option is the best and practically possible as well, to keep yourself occupied with the mundane or just about anything specific. Well, with keeping yourself busy, one can surely avoid a lot of things and these memories can just be kept in check. But even then, there are lots of things which just linger around, only to strike you down at your lowest point. Yet again. As if they were waiting for an opportunity. An opening, through which they could all sneak in. Strike when it’s Hot, is the moto they follow perhaps.
Coming back to the choices part. I’ve heard a lot of people rue about missed chances, bad choices, carelessness, etc. I won’t say, I’ve never been a cry baby ever. Still, the only thing I’ve realized is, there are nothing called bad choices.Nothing called missed chances. It was not the proactiveness or the lack of it, resulted into those choices going wrong. It was just meant to teach a lesson. Meant to give us, what they call wisdom. Now, the option in hand for us is not to rue as to why it happened but to learn from those mistakes which we did. Or rather instead of calling them a mistake, lessons we learnt is more appropriate.
So, let us try and not be cry babies.
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