A return
07.17.06 (6:52 pm) [edit]I saw "Superman Returns" in PVR Cinemas yesterday. Though most people had staunchmy advised me not to see the film, I was quite adamant. Reason - I had always been endured by the kryptonite origins of the comic hero and I like being thought as the "man of steel". I am not writing a review here and hence without going into much details I can simply say that I enjoyed the movie. It was certainly my category - a film I could associate with.
So few films have given me goosebumps (cannot recollect the last one actually) that I was awed that I had the feeling when Lois saw Superman fly past the aircraft's window. It was a moment of resurrection for not just Superman but a feeling that I forgot long back. Somehow I had always taken Superman to be the man of steel. His heart is not steel however, something that I had imagined. He is weak, even weaker than spiderman - something that I shouldn't have liked. But I did, for some reason whatsoever.
After the movie ended it was past midnight and I came back in a bike. It somehow told me how different I was - the air was not bone-chilling. I would have liked it...
Requiem
07.11.06 (5:16 pm) [edit]The World Cup is over and the world has become normal again. It hasn't made any difference to me for I was quite indifferent to it right from the start. That I didn't sit to watch the final itself was a testimonial to the fact that I have grown out of being interested in seeing a frenzy which doesn't affect my life...Or is it really so?
Anyway, its getting a bit too comical for me to see myself these days. The deception and deceit with which I used to play so fondly seems to have got back on to me now. I am fighting a battle without honour or humanity (Clubbed to death??). I am reading a Salman Rushdie now - am not sure if anyone can consider it a page-turner - he writes so painfully descriptive - that should be his style.
I am asking a bit too much these days, aint I?
The parable
07.03.06 (11:20 am) [edit]Its always difficult to change. Its almost impossible to change when you are constantly tired. Tired of many things in life - tired of playing friends, praying friends and caring friends. Its the kind of world where one needs to outsmart others to get to where they want. I see the path; I know my way; I know my limitations; the ghosts still elude me and yet I am quite peerless when the issue is underachievement.
My weekend in chennai was tiring and good; really good. Had fun, did some responsible work and even managed to think a little about myself. In the end of it all, I remained tired.
I guess there should be a parable/fable about being tired. It could start like, "long long time ago, there lived a jobless psychopath who was always complaining of being tired. he would always claim that he knows all but wouldn't care to do a single task which he claim he can do. one fine day, he died still tired". Wait - that completes the story, didn't it??? Gosh! Looks like I am not a fable-writer at all.. Looking back at this bloglet, I am probably worthless in writing as well...