My window at home

and the reason I hate going to lab...

Being Cyrus

Was sure even before I started to watch the movie that there wasn’t a way in the world I wasn’t going to like it. Have been obsessing about the director, respect Naseeruddin Shah, like Saif and love Boman Irani !! It is a little scary, how letting a person into your circle could potentially unhinge your life (the perfectly apt byline for the movie --- “who you let in can change your life”). Cyrus comes in as an apprentice to Shah who is a sculptor lost in pot and his dreamt up reality. His bored and neglected wife sees Cyrus as a cog in her dreamt up scheme and he forever changes their troubled but quiet existence.

The movie has some beautifully crafted moments, my favorite being where Dimple is overcome by tenderness when she listens to why Naseeruddin was in the well, but the next moment, his careless hand breaks the reverie and she cannot help but scream at him. Happens so often in our lives; we are left reacting to peripheral actions and never get around to expressing or appreciating people for anything deeper or intent. But I guess things happen too fast and patience is scarce. The movie is slightly disappointing further on because it simply tells a story but then it does tell it well. Dimple is pretty amazing in the scene in which she goes hysterical with helplessness. Was really happy when I knew that this deviant low-budget tale was a mild success at the box-office :).

A much nicer review to be found here.

Borrowing Phrases

What happens between us
Happens in darkness, vanishes
Easy and often as each breath.

Obviating Misery

Bending thoughts,
To ignore
Ignoring will make it go
It does, it does
I shake you up
There's this vaccum to replace, I say
How much do you think it'll cost?

Rumor has it

I overwhelmed a cloud once,
She flooded my senses,
Drowned my sanity
And then lighthearted,
Sped away from me.

Conversations

Eyes that dart to oblivion
Meaningless phrases in repeated sequences
That replace thoughts I cannot share
A mind that cannot focus,
On the only object that isn't a blurr
Terrified of silence
Isn't it nice then,
That we have to do this no more.

Borrowing phrases

Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever.

6ft of water

and I am drowning.

International street fair

Drowning in a sea of people on a sunny sunny day with just that tad bit of chill in the air in a quaint college downtown with music in the background, priceless.

Borrowing phrases

I feel stupid and contagious...

Edward Munch

Munch is my favorite painter and his paintings, I feel, speak volumes. But I was very apprehensive of watching a biopic (Edward Munch - Directed by Peter Watkins) of his life. I believe, the task of revealing a person to you is quite onerous, requires a huge amount of responsibility and skill. No matter how careful you are, your own biases might make you inadvertently play up something that was inconsequential to him or otherwise. Plus how people actually behave might be very different from the art they create. And I have always liked to keep the exact lives of the artists I really like in a fuzz, because the details of their life might reveal personas and imperfections, which I am scared might take away from or maybe dilute my perspective of the beauty of their work. And, not to forget to mention, the movie runs to about 3 hours and there is not too much patience in me that I can draw on.

In the end, I am glad I added the movie to my queue, glad I moved it to the top of the queue and glad I overcame all of the above thoughts to decide to watch it before I returned it back. The movie focuses not on detailing the story of his life but detailing the influences on him that shape his work. Much like his paintings, it brings to the fore these influences and the confusion and nervousness that surround him and blurs away the superficial nitty-gritty which might take away from the theme. It gives depth and understanding to his paintings. And though I do agree it might not be the most accurate description, it is an interpretation that preserves the impression of Munch one get from his paintings. The movie is pieced together like a stream of consciousness. For the most part, this worked admirably well in creating an image in one’s mind. The movie also incidentally sheds light on the society and the radical ideas that were germinating in Europe at the turn of the last century. And though some of these ideas were pompous and preposterous, it made me sort of lament the absence of such intellectual and creative fervor in the present age. But then maybe, I am just not at the right watering-holes at the right times...;).

Wisdom from kukku

...interests are a part of life not life itself...

My current crush :)

Homi Adajania

Dying to see the movie.

Arbit rants

A tiny tiny line separates sanity and insanity... can't be too careful... Like this person on my floor, whom I hardly know, who suddenly came up to me to ask if I thought there was a drop of water on the top of his nose...Like obscuring out events and behaving as if nothing happenned, for the (thousand and one)th time.