me, myself and my first blog

...for how long I know not. Didnt change to a different blog address either.

Moved a medium where a click would speak a 1000 words. Well, more or less. For a while thats keeping me more than busy.

So long!

Another weekend another story. Quite a contrast to the previous one.

A neighbour was leaving us for good. So everyone got together on Friday night to say the bye-byes and stuff. Never figured out how people manage to heed to their inner voice and take major risks in life. The chap has a plum job with Microsoft and he is leaving all that to take up some business opportunity. Moreover he says he wants his kids to grow up much closer to the roots. That is quite admirable I would say. Not too many folks do that, or want to do that. As for the celebration there was mostly food, music, booze and dumb charades. Quite a combination that was.

Come Saturday and an ex-colleague came over to town. The plan was to go bowling for a while and then lunch and then hang around some coffee place and chat up till anyone kicked us out. Bowling is fun, many would agree. Trust the Americans to come up with such a simple yet addictive game. 10 pins, one ball, two chances to strike them all. Just that its a bit too expensive to my liking. Another trait of American ingenuity. They get you all addicted till they can take all your pennies. Can you believe the whole machinery in a bowling alley could cost a couple of crores? I used to be of the opinion that setting up a bowling alley was a decent investment proposition.

I could remember a time when bowling was a huge craze. One had a good 5-6 decent places to go bowling. But now I cant think of more than 2. And the other one seems perpetually closed for renovation. So it was Alleygator. The place is okey but the music too jarring. Can't stay there for more than an hour or so. Anyways my friends arrived and we started with bowling right away. Time kaa to pataa hi nahi chala. We were hooked and continued another one. V says "Use a heavier ball the first time and the lighter on the next time." K refutes and a debate was born. The discussions covered a detailed analyses of Newtons laws and high school physics - mass, momentum, acceleration and so many equations. But K made a whole lot of sense with the suggestion "Dont look at the pins. Look at the arrow marks. And try to get the ball there.". It worked. After a while they tried their hand at spinning the bowl. My fingers were screaming by then. After a few games of air hockey, we decided we were all hungry enough to do justice to the buffet at Green Park.

But then things turned out quite differently. The car had some prominent scratches and parking guys refused to believe that the incident occured after the car was parked there. They refused to own up any responsibility and spoke pretty rudely. So our lunch plans were stalled for the time being, my friends went to register a complaint with the local police station (the nearest one). They anticipated it would take a while, didnt want to kill my weekend day and asked me to carry on. They call back at 5:30, all went well. The police guy goes to the accident site, carefully examined the victim car and the car next to it(henceforth called the accused car). He declared the injury to the car was a fresh one and there was some speck of paint of the victim car on the accused car. But since it could not be conclusively proved, the negligence of the parking lot guys was severely criticised and they had to pay up a sum of Rs 2000/- to my friend. Justice prevailed although one had to go without food for quite a while ....

They came over to my place and tried to relax by playing all possible games available. TT, Badminton and all. Ended up being more hungry :) Finally headed towards "Shikaar" the Mexican outlet and got barely past soup and starters when we all decided we had enough. V had to travel that night and also had another longer journey planned the next day and hence refused to eat beyond that. K had curd rice. We all parted ways at 10:00 pm totally famished and amazed at all that happened.

Sunday evening had history written all over it. Out of the blue my mother suggested a visit to the Golconda Fort. Well, it was always embarassing to admit to people that I've stayed here longer than 10 years and havent visited the place. I did visit it as a kid but barely remember anything. This time I just wish I was better prepared with better foot wear and stuff. We visited the Qutb Shahi tombs which were on the way. The fort was quite awe inspiring to say the very least. To imagine a structure built in the 13th century and last so long ....The ariel view to me was the best. A pity my camera batteries gave up by the time I got to the top. It seems there was secret underground connection between the Fort and the Charminar. And also that the Deccan plateau was ruled from this very fort before the city of Hyderabad was born. The 400-500 steps journey upwards didnt seem so bad but the stair case leading downwards was quite uneven(esp with my heels) and there was this constant danger of losing the balance. A crowd did gather to witness the light and sound show, which we decided to let go for now. Another day, another time.

This wasnt a good weekend! But then its quite funny that I eagerly wait for the weekend and then once it gets started I wait for Monday again ...but start cursing the moment I wake up on Monday! Its a cycle that keeps happening. Invariably.

Anyways, Sat'day wasnt fun. Been to the doctors...and doctors perpetually seem to think that your time is really not that important. Waited quite a while and he gave a dose of antibiotics. I do not take pills regularly except for say vitamin, iron and the likes. These antibiotics were like strong and I think I did have certain reactions like headache, drowsiness. To make matters worse my mother too had a bout of high fever. Its the heat they said. Since she was much more ill than I, I was now left to play nurse to myself as well as my mom.

Generally when I'm ill, there is this invisible "do not disturb" sign on my room door . They leave me alone like I ask them to. Then I sleep like a log. The rest or medicines do their bit, by the time I'm awake its like 50% better. This time the privilege was denied. I follow some dietary instructions, for the summer its mostly coconut water, curd rice, butter milk, lots of water and stuff.

Watching a movie is also encouraged. So I pulled out a VCD, I hadnt seen earlier, and started playing. Few minutes into playing it I knew was a very wrong choice. Actually I was to choose between the novelty factor and the feel good factor. And I thought only the prior could keep me awake through it all. Well then here I was munching curd rice watching "Schindlers List" all by myself. Thought there were only 2 Cds but then there were 3!! Gosh! I generally like watching the whole movie(at a stretch) and nothing but the movie so help me God!! Breaks longer than 5 mins would kill all possible interest that had been very difficult to generate and sustain.

Well this movie was kinda like a documentary. Biography of a man(Oscar Schindler) who inspite of his own shortcomings, risked everything to save his Jewish factory workers whom he called his children. And miraculously managed to save 1100 odd Jews. A very small number when compared to the millions who were brutally murdered. The Jews present him a coin towards the end in gratitude thats has the following line inscribed on it "If you save one life, you have saved the entire world." Just watching the victims face death every moment they were alive..was quite horrifying to say the very least!!

Well with all the clouds around y'day there was one teeny-meeny silver lining. If ever there was thing like Gizmo-friendliness rating I would have scored a decently average 5. On a scale of 1 to 10. But then I managed to render my mp3 player useless a few days back and I actually had begun to believe that I was hopeless with them. Twas a cute and handy gift from my brother which also keeps me company during my endless walks. It always displayed a "No music" error every time I loaded mp3s and tried to play. I had no clue as to what to do. There were no online or offline manuals and stuff. For the first time even google couldnt help. Did a lil exploring of all the options available with the device. Well then one of the classic IT solutions came to the rescue. Format drive. Executed it. Loaded new mp3s and Voila! Music to my ears!

Radio is back! The hoardings all over the city let you know. Raising hopes for an FM radio in our own city. Only to be disappointed. World Space and all that. Really didnt bother to check out. Not another gadget, and another subscription !

I just went back to the period in my existence where radio was a major source of regular entertainment. There was no IT boom, no computers no chatting, no mp3s. There was a TV but whatever entertainment came from there was mostly in the form of a weekly Chitrahaar, Chitralahari, Hindi movie, Telugu movie and if you were lucky an English flick that was not always the best. It was during my college days when I used to stay in a hostel. Sometimes we were so tired of all this we would pool in and rent a VCP (I almost typed a VCD and corrected it, guess videos are more or less forgotten now) and some popular flicks. But this was only a one-off thing that happened like once in 2-3 months ..

In times like these, the radio was a major source of amusement for many (and a nuisance for those who werent in the mood or were more busy debating/discussing) The "Chaaya geet" was a real favourite. Was always fun how they'd pick up a subject and all the film songs(mostly old) related to that. Was a must follow thing for the Anthaakshari enthusiasts. Those were days Anthaakshari was a common feature at every college fest. I really wonder if it is so nowadays...coz now Anthaakshari is done to death thing and bores me no end.

Its goes without saying, as a student financial resources were generally limited. So this form of free entertainment always had a special charm because it was easily available to one and all. Another thing about it that made more appealing and different from what you'd listen to on a cassetee was the suspense element as to which song would be on next. Would it be "Chaand phir niklaa" by Lata Mangeshkar or would it be the "Kahin door jab din dhal jaaye" by Mukesh or one among countless others ?

At times, these very songs have actually served as reminders. A class-mate (a day-scholar, never figured how the word came to existence) of mine promised me a few books and this was forgotten till the song "Yaad aa rahi hai" was played one afternoon. The books came in a hurry and so did an apology.

Now with "Music World"s and "Planet M"s catering to so many tastes and so many genres being so easily available, I doubt Radio will ever be back.

For some reason I find myself in a very vague mood. Been happening quite a bit lately. Just to retain mental composure seems an uphill task. And then I hate sticky wickets.

And whats adding to salt to the wounds is the fact that people tend to run to you with their problems. You could say I am almost *this* close to becoming an agony aunt. [its a std phrase, I dare you to use such a word :)] Well its the way the world is ...any problem that is ours and it does go under all sorts of optical devices - magnifying glasses, microscopes even a telescope ...people often worry about problems that could come in future too. Ok now you do actually lend a ear and offer a plausible solution and pat comes a reply "You dont know how it is" or "Its easy to say all that". Sometimes they say it with such a tone you even begin to wonder if they were serious about finding a solution at all. All they wanted to do was talk, more importantly about themselves. At times you also sense a "You are so lucky its not like that with you!!" undertone. That my friends is the last straw. I know I was dumb enough to sit through it all in the first place.

I dont deny the fact that these people do have real problems. But the best way to deal with is to have a clarity in thought, a thorough self examination and finally decisive action. Talking about it does help to the extent that it is a genuine vent of pent up emotions or seeking advice from people who matter.

Like many of us, I too have/had a fair share of problems, and as much as I would like to run and carry them to someone, all I ask for is, that someone say "It'll be alright!!".

It has always amazed me as to how some people respond to adversity, whatever be the nature or severity. Seems like as civilisation progresses there is more innovation in this area too.

We make plans, we all do, like A,B and a C too. If only we were that resourceful!. The next logical thing would be to make efforts in those directions(A, B and C). You could have it your way in all the three or you could lose your way totally and end up with nothing at all but these are just extremes. They have happened believe me, even to people you would least expect.

We would all be riding such a high horse if everything went our way. The moment there is a little bit of rough weather, the seeds of doubts are sown. They grow into fears and before we know we are in this huge thorny entangled mass of weeds. Life does get very tricky and unpleasant then. Faith and hope are very big words when each step causes wounds. If you are lucky good advice does come by (and if you are super lucky the well meaning words dont land on deaf ears). But most of the time you are on your own.

In such times, one would rather dig a hole and want to stay there forever. And miss out on all the sunshine, rain, sunflowers, squirrels, rainbows and dew drops and what not. We shut the world out. Now all we have before us is darkness staring right into our faces. A friend once said "Its this kind of angst that builds character. That makes life worthwhile." Character maybe. But worthwhile ?? I am not so sure. If we were to have it our way, we would be better off with out it. Its so easy to lose ones way if we are stuck in this hole. And at times, we lose more than just our way.

I have seen a few, who have been there! And done more than that. Life hands them a lemon and they have a bunch of flowers to offer who ever comes their way. Their very presence reaffirms our faith in all the good things in life. The certainly bring a lot of cheer to all those who are tired of fighting their own battles. Where do they find strength of spirit? How come they are so much at peace with themselves? And they are able to lend that to people around them as well?? I wondered if it was only a facade that would fall apart with time ... was proven wrong many a time.

My granma's wisdom certainly rings true:  the trees that are laden with fruit have more sticks and stones hurled at them. And still they dont stop offering the fruit.

I think people who try to sell Insurance policies are the most pessimistic of the lot. I particularly hate their sales pitch. They pick up the most bizzare scenarios from their database that you almost go wondering "Geez, that could happen to me!"

Neways, wish there were some assurances against stupidity, doubt and the likes!

Summers do not generally evoke the sense of romance in our country. Like they do in many other colder countries. For us, the monsoons do the trick, but sadly they are a long way off. All of us dread summers especially the harsh "loo" or heat waves up north or even the dry dusty heat in our own city.

Funnily, no one ever says I have seen 25 winters or monsoons.

But then, there are many joys of the season and here is an ode to some of them.

summer hols(for kids)
or a vacation
to some hill-station
ice creams sundaes
cola wars
more sport
more sweat (deodarants???)
sun tan creams
summer clothes
bright colours
jasmine and lilies
lemony juices
cool evening breeze
clear starry skies
chirping birds
midsummer night dreams
some showers
as pleasant surprises
and the golden "maaangoes"
but wait, not just yet!

Just a nice link on the topic...very colourful, vibrant and lively .... Indian Summer

Photo by : Paul Eekhoff

Advice to Officialdom: How to Sleep At Night

Try to think of nothing.
That's the secret.

Try to think of nothing.
Do not think of work not done,
of promises unkept, calls to return,
or agendas you have failed to prepare for meetings
yet unheld.

Think of nothing.
Do not think of words said and unsaid,
of minor scandals and major investigations,
of humiliations endured, insults suffered,
or retorts that did not spring to mind
in time.

Think of nothing.
Do not think of your forgotten wife,
of lonely children and their reproachful demands,
or the smile of the pretty woman
whose handshake lingered just a shade too long
in your palm.

Think of nothing.
Do not think of newspaper headlines,
of the insistent transience of the InfoNet,
or the seductive stridency of the TV microphones
thrust so thrillingly
into your face.

Think of nothing.
Do not think of the waif on the foreign sidewalk,
her large eyes open in supplication,
her ragged shift stained by dirt and dust,
stretching her despairing hand toward you
in hope.

No, do not think
of the woman at the building site,
wobbling pan of stones on her head,
walking numb for the thousandth time
from pile to site and site to pile
as her neglected baby scrabbles in the dust,
eats sand and wails,
unheard.

Think of nothing.
Do not think of the starving infant,
parched lips mute in hunger,
sitting slumped in the mud,
his eyes fading before his heart.
Do not think
of the stark ribs of skeletal cattle,
unable to provide milk, or hope,
in drought-dried lands of which
you know nothing.

Think of nothing.
Do not think
of the dead-eyed refugee, dispossessed
of everything he once called home.
Do not think
of the unsmiling girl whose once-sturdy thigh
now ends at the knee, the rest blown off
by a thoughtless mine on her way
to the well.

No, do not think
of the solitary tear, the broken limb,
the rubble-strewn home, the choking scream;
never think
of piled-up bodies, blazing flames,
shattered lives, or sundered souls.
Do not think of the triumph of the torturer,
the wails of the hungry,
the screams of the mutilated,
or the indifferent smirk
of the sleek.

Think of nothing.
Then you will be able
to sleep.

-- by Shashi Tharoor

A friend is someone who will help you move. A real friend is someone who will help you move a body.

A gentleman is a man who can play the accordion but doesn't.

A lifetime is more than sufficiently long for people to get what there is of it wrong.
   
A stitch in time would have confused Einstein.
   
A wise man can see more from the bottom of a well than a fool can from a mountaintop.
   
Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better.
   
Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
  
All power corrupts, but we need the electricity.
   
All programmers are playwrights and all computers are lousy actors.
   
An effective way to deal with predators is to taste terrible.
   
Anarchy - it's not the law, it's just a good idea.
   
Antonym- The opposite of the word you're trying to think of.
   
Artificial Intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

Astronomers say the universe is finite, which is a comforting thought for those people who can't remember where they leave things.
   
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.

Don't use a big word where a diminutive one will suffice.
  
Don't worry if you're a kleptomaniac, you can always take something for it.
   
Eat a live toad the first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.
   
Every big problem was at one time a wee disturbance.
   
Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege.
   
He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.
   
I have not lost my mind - it's backed up on disk somewhere.

08.02.2005 22.25 pm

The cell phone rings and and she examines the number displayed before answering. Whats the point in not checking the number if the technology made it possible. The cell displays a 080 before the number. She answers the phone knowing pretty well it would be a wrong number, at least at this hour.

A familiar voice greets her. "Haaaiiyyeee girlie! Rxxx here!"

The respone was surprise more than anything else "Hey its great that you are back here in India now! How long will you be around?".

"Will be leaving this Sunday?" with a tinge of disappointment.

"Thats such a short trip!" She meant to ask her "Why such a short trip" but her mind raced back a similar conversation on the New years Day.

She asks,"Hey, How is your mom doing? I do hope she is getting better."

Rxxx replies, "No actually she passed away on the 25th."

"Whaaaattt????"

"Actually she had to undergo chemotherapy. She was too weak to withstand that. My father never told us anything all this while so that we do not worry too much. On 15th he apprised us of the situation and said 'Listen, there is not much that can be done'. We came as quickly as we could. She had a couple of lumps and they were removed but apparently the cancer had spread to the liver kidneys and other places. When we came down we got to see her only for a couple of hours and trust me it wasnt a pretty sight...but what can one do? My father disputed their suggestion of putting her through chemotherapy. Because she was very weak, but the doctors seemed very text-bookish and were adamant as that was the best thing they could do to give her time. I know you and Aunty very closely and on New Years when you spoke I thought I understood what you were going through...but now I really know."

An eerie kind of feeling dawned on her. Two good friends. Their mothers having similar conditions. Her thoughts were spinning too fast.

"How is uncle taking it?", she asked knowing pretty well it was a stupid question to ask as the answer was very obvious.

"Its a difficult situation for him you know. Since all of us are in Canada we decided to take him there for a while. For now my sister will be with him for a few weeks and then they would travel together. I plan to go back soon coz Vxxx(her husband) is there and couldnt get leave. We hope getting my Dad to Canada might help him cope with the situation (loss). But what can you really expect? They were married for over 30 years and no matter how hard you try the memories will keep coming back. What to do?

Why dont you come down to the US/Canada? Seriously, healthcare and all that is much better. Even your brother is there. By the way how is Aunty now?"

"She is doing well. She is responding positively to the treatment so far. Luckily she has not shown any adverse reactions or symptoms and I sure hope it goes smoothly from here."

"Me too. Do try to come over to the US. Get Aunty there too. And when you do come down please let me know. It will be nice to catch up there. All you need to do is give me a call."

"Sure. Thanks. We have a few plans and hope they'd work out. Anyways you take good care of yourself and uncle too.. and if there is any way I can be of help, you only need to let me know. Do keep in touch."

After speaking to Rxxx there were a few things she wondered. Why do people keep these sort of serious issues under wraps when loved ones stay far away. After all they do have a right to know. They would worry alright but in case of wrong kind of eventuality they would be all the more worried. The guilt would be very bitter pill to swallow. As happened with her friend, she would be left with the last few memories of her mother in pain. To see your loved ones in pain is tough enough. What would make it even more frustrating is to not be able to do anything about it. I know Uncle's intent was well-meaning but in such situations ignorance is definitely not bliss.

And secondly, there are few things in life one cannot take for granted and health ranks right up there. You can never be too sure about it and more often than not we realise its value only after it is lost. Even people who are known to be very careful have not been spared of fatal conditions. Early detection in many cases and timely treatment makes the doctors' job that much more easier.

Here's wishing you and your near/dears a healthy and happy life.

Truth, they say, is stranger than fiction.

She always hated New Years. As far as she cared it was always the coldest time of the year. It was always another milestone she had crossed without having anything added against her name , no material possessions, no plum job, no masters degree, no boyfriend, no husband nothing. Re-runs of all her friends'/well-wishers' "You cant go on living your life like this, year after year" would play havoc on her mind. She conviniently managed to mute them earlier. But this time they would be too loud to ignore. She would just say "But ....", words would fail after that. She always wanted to fill in the blanks that anyone, more importantly she could understand.

Well this New Years was way too different in ways beyond her imagination. On the New years days the cell rings and Caller ID displays (No Number). Generally appears for International numbers. She presumes its either her brother or cousin from the U.S. of A. The familiar spreading of good-will and cheer that often happens during the New Year(and other festive occasions) when people try to bridge whatever gaps of distance and time they can and go a little out of their way to show that they still remember and care. So having the usual pleasantries queued up in her mind she answers the call.

A female voice with a tinge of doubt. "Is it xxxx?". "Yes", she replies doubtfully.

The bubbly enthusiasm and cheerfulness resurface in an instant. "Thank God its you! Its me Rxxx! Actually I wasnt sure! Happy New Year to you! How are you doing?". Rxxx didnt actually give her a chance to talk. It was only when Rxxx stopped for a breath could she wriggle her way into the conversation.

Her thoughts took a nostalgic turn. Rxxx was an ex-colleague of hers. Well actually they got to be good friends after Rxxx left the job and even the country and somehow found herself in a stack of maple leaves during fall. Rxxx was married and she was single but they still managed to find time to spend in coffee-pubs passing judgement of each and every new coffee drink, window-shopping, exchanging recipes, discussing bargains, clothes, patterns, tailors and how they ended up driving any lady up the wall. Occasionally movies, music and books also would pop up. More importantly whenever they met they always lost track of time.

After the initial exchange of animated greetings and all, Rxxx asks, "How is Aunty?". A somewhat awkward silence ensues. Her mother was hospitalised three days before the New Year. She was caught in two minds. To tell or not to tell? Finally she tells her of all that happened and how it all started with a lump and an operation and maybe in the subsequent weeks there would be the dreaded chemo-therapy. She could sense shock in Rxxx's "Oh My God!" Which was so different from the regualar one that went in a sing song fashion with a shortened "my" between prolonged 'Ooooh' and 'God'.

An unusual helplessness in Rxxx's voice. "Actually you know my mother is undergoing treatment for liver failure and gallbladder stones and has weakened a whole lot after that. She is not able to eat anything." Man! It wasnt fair! They were actually supposed to exchange nice things and now .... messages of hope and prayer are also nice and reassuring too. But people do not want to find themselves on the receiving end of those too.

The call finally ends on a more sombre and hopeful note ...looking forward to a speedy recovery of all concerned. She looks out of the hospital window ... and hopes the next visitor would care to do an impression of Patch Adams.  Hospitals, she feels are very serious and at times depressing places. She wonders how doctors can manage to work there all the time. She wonders how they can balance indifference and care. She wonders if doctors, like others, prayed for the good general health of mankind.
 
                                                           .........     to be continued

Quote : 

              If each of us can be helped by science
              to live a hundred years, what will it profit
              us if our hates and fears, our loneliness
              and our remorse will not permit us to
              enjoy them?
                                     -- David Neiswanger

When Dr. Stephan Rechtschaffen visits a big city, he often tests out his theory about how most of us perceive time.

Which would be haphazardly.

Rechtschaffen will spot someone who has just looked at his or her watch, maybe walking on a busy downtown sidewalk or waiting for a commuter ferry. He waits a moment, then asks the person for the time.

The person almost always looks back down at the watch. There is no memory of time from the glance just a minute ago. Rechtschaffen tries a few more folks at random. About nine of 10 people will recheck his or her timepiece for the second time in a minute.

It

This morning was a lil late to work...had to rush. My sinuses were alive and ...kicking :)

Was hurrying down the stairs and a blonde fair-skinned lady was holding a tray filled with goodies, (looked like a nice morning meal) and taking the security personnel to task. Apparently he couldnt understand her language, even if he could he prolly couldnt have understood the accent. She was looking for a particular person and had no idea which block/flat the person was living in. She asked me, "Is this guy paid for not being able to give the information I need?". I told her she might have to go to the office to figure out where her so-called friend stayed and there is no way this guy wud be able to remember where each person stayed in 250 odd flats. She was exasperated, muttered a few curses and said "Awwww these F**king Indians!"

It took all of my self-control to not say "freaking DUMB blonde Foreigner" and let that comment pass. I mean who asked her to venture out with food looking like a waitress without knowing where exactly or at least approximately her friend stayed? Instead of picking out on some confused and nervous guards. Those poor guys didnt even know what she was saying. I should have given her a piece of my mind, but instead I chose to ignore her. After all she was the one who was gonna look stupid.

Finally I had to rush, and chose to put it all behind me for the time being..at least. It wasnt working. The anger was still there. Sorry I had to take it out here. I am still not sure if I did the right thing.

Had me wondering on the way to office. Why do people the world over speak of Indians thus? Generalisation apart, why do these foreign people act all high and mighty? Why do they pretend they are doing us a favour when they actually ask us for directions or need help? And many Indians still are suckers for white skin. Many still seek to please these foreigners?

I wonder if many NRIs actually say "F**king Indians"(in a similar tone) when they come down to India?

A fabulous movie. Simple, subtle and does quite pull your heartstrings, even though its doesnt necessarily fall into the romantic comedy genre. Wont bother talking more bout it. I am sure there are way too many movie buffs and VCD/DVD libraries in town.

The movie does leave one a little bit ruffled though...more often we try to translate all that happens around us, try to figure out the whys and wherefores of a chance meeting or the hidden meaning in some movie, or a total stranger saying something that hits the nail right on the head. It kinda re-affirms your faith in the possibilities of life showing up at a time (and place) when you least expect it. Out of the blue. Like no matter how hard you try to fight, you are aware of the futility, but still keep trying. And if you took the path of least resistance there could be so many drastic consequences. And your best chance would be admit to them and see where things move on from there. Being open to the innumerable possibilities that could come to life.......

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