Ideas that somersault

A number of ideas have been somersaulting in my head lately. Ideas, words, string of words, stories et al. Obviously, I am not even in a state to separate bad and good ideas (If there is anything like that). They are actually flowing in the most purest form, without any external trigger as such, except for inspiration.

There are weird and bizarre things that inspire me to write. Right now, it is love :) And an immense amount of it. Like Peggy Olsen from Mad Men would say, "I am in a wonderful space right now" .

Anyways, keeping the ideas scribbled on a sheet of paper for now. Will have loads to flesh out, hopefully, out when I get my new laptop next month :)

Isn't the moon enough?

Just heard this in some movie (as usual, forgot the name):

"What are they offering you?"
"The moon."
"Isn't the moon enough?"
"Depends on who is offering it?"

:)

How much would it actually hurt
to take me in your arms once
Rested for eternity, I will be
The wings would evaporate
Would want to fly no more
I would save Icarus
And other tormented souls
Days are the tangled years
Mixed with each other
Trying to solve the puzzle
Of a vicious cycle of fear
How much would it actually hurt
to take me in your arms once

I am there

I realized whenever I am tempted to write something which is too personal or close to me heart, I resort to writing "poems" or whatever you can call them. I am, like many others I guess, too afraid of ever letting out something too close in front of stranger eyes, often worrying that most of them would be indifferent eyes.

I often feel that I am a much better writer if I am able to make the audience a dispensable part of my writing. On another level, somewhere, deep down in my heart, I know that some day, (probably even posthumously..hehe) someone would be reading all the personal stuff that I have been writing since a number of years only for myself. And I have to confess that I want that to happen probably. It is a weird feeling.

I am writing all this (probably cryptic for many) stuff because someone recently said something really nice to me. People find themselves in other people's words sometimes. I hold onto words of many writers, many film directors and of many regular people too. For example, I strongly feel my entire life revolves around or can be summed up with this Haruki Murakami's line: "Chance encounters keep us going." And somewhere of these people makes a tiny or huge difference to my life. But the point is even if we are all alone , somewhere we are so deeply connected and many a times deeply connected to people we don't even ever meet.

I know there are many people out there like me who are sort of living an ambivalent life. On one hand, there is this deep desire to be loved which is the core or center of life and on the other hand, this feeling of extreme claustrophobia and detachment the moments someone tries to come too close. I have constantly suffered from this. I am not saying that its necessarily a bad thing. It is a weird kind if loneliness which sort of makes you take up a lot of interesting stuff when you are trying to ignore it or sometimes even trying to explore it...

Sucker Punch

Before I even get into the movie, I would like to start with bitching about Imax fucking Wadala. How can a movie which is supposed to be seen in 3D is not in 3D in a theater which is specifically created for 3D! That was just the beginning of a rather horrible and dizzy roller-coaster ride!
I have to say that the idea behind the movie by Zack Snyder was definitely interesting. The layers of reality, fiction et al was interesting. However, the overall story and all the actors (including the Paris Hilton look-alike and behave-alike protagonist) completely failed whatever good could have come off it.

The movie kicks off with what looks like a cliche sequence of a step-dad violence shit. It was shot really well with only background music and no dialogues. Somehow, I thought it was interesting and will lead to somewhere interesting. Then all hell broke loose. Like I said earlier, the whole journey from there to the mental asylum to brothel cum dancing place to fantasy fighting sequences and then back could have been interesting. But it all seemed so effing farcical. The girls were all so gay with names like Baby Doll, Baby Pea, Blondie and Rocket. The plot was just so shoddy. They do try to connect all blurry dots at the end but it doesn't help. The action sequences of this petite little "baby doll" fighting with zillions of super creatures could have been a little fun to watch in 3D but even that punch was missing!

Another funny thing was that "Baby Doll" was supposed to rescue everyone including herself before the "high-roller" arrives which will "de-flower" her. Funny, unintentionally!

Anyhow, its a interesting concept gone to waste, or so I think :)

Ohhhh btw, John Hamm (aka Don Draper of Mad Men) plays a special appearance of a baddie but again, completely wasted!

Recommendation of the week

Though I think many of you would have already discovered this gem. For those who haven't, here's presenting http://www.thevigilidiot.com/. The Vigil Idiot basically spoofs new Bollywood releases with the help of his stick figures. I found 99% of the stuff hilarious. Its fun. Good time-pass. You definitely can't ignore this. Oh now, The Vigil Idiot also has a regular column on cnngo.com (btw, cnngo.com/Mumbai should be another reco of the week, but more on that later!)

Ciao and happy boozy weekend :)

House Hunt

So like I mentioned somewhere else on the world wide web, I am currently engaged in a roomie hunt or a one room kitchen house hunt. One of my closest friends/current roomie is leaving town to get married to her sweetheart. This leaves me with no one to share the pretty expensive but insanely lovely apartment with.

I have always been scared of sharing the place with a stranger roomie. So initially I thought that I would find myself a small little place. However, staying all alone scares the hell out of me. Yes, I am weird! And more than any other philosophical reasons, I am one of those who suffer from a mild case of insomnia and thus can be woken up by the most silly noises doing their rounds in the middle of the dark nights. So I either sleep with the lights on, sometimes even with the TV on on occasions when I have to stay alone. Anyhow, I am ready to overcome this as my last option. (I have only two options, I just realised) So lets get back to the first option. Getting a new roomie. To keep life simple and uncomplicated, I want only a girl as a roomie. And as me and one of my closest friends/current roomie realised that we are not very gifted in having a lot of female friends (I have no idea why) and definitely can't think of someone who could be my next potential roomie.

But in any case, I had spread the word and one contender did drop in like the ray of a bright shiny star in the black of the night. She loved the house apparently and was satisfied with my answer to her question "If I had any sort of issues" (I think I had convinced her that I am not a psycho and I am myself a practitioner of all the evil vices that possibly could exist so basically I don't have issues) She however found a bigger better place in the better Bandra West. So I am back to square one.

And the lazy bum that I am, I find it painful to call brokers and then actually go out to sort out my life. And my current apartment and me are so in love with each other that I am finding it pretty hard to break up. Its the best home in Bombay that I have ever stayed in :)...And let me not even into the amount of memories that I have here...Anyhow, I guess its time to de-sentimentalize a bit...And move on!