Movie time :)

Once in a while a book will come along and I will attempt to live it. For those intense hours that I'm reading it, I'll be lost. And then everything I see will be through a thin veneer of whatever I've just read. My views change or I discover something about religion, magical realism, Columbia, dancing, thought and so much more. 

Some books just weave words around and I find myself changed by them.
Over the years, three such books have been Yann Martel's Life of Pi (religion, phosphorescence), Rushdie's Midnight's Children (Bombay, grasshopper green chutney, smells) and Cloud Atlas (time is circular, man is a selfish beast). Something about each of these makes them very special to me and well, this post is not about them as books really.

It's about how they are now movies. This phenomena of three much loved books materializing on screen is clearly a higher power telling me that things are going to be fine, because hey, other people love these books too. And these other people are making them come alive for me (and the world) with their own imaginations. Most movies based on books appeal to me because they let me get away from the picture I have of them in my head. They let me see another interpretation of the same thing. How can that be less than exciting? :)

After much thought, I've decided not to go into a long description of what these books are about. Maybe another time. I want to let the previews speak for themselves.

1. Cloud Atlas

2. Life of Pi

3. Midnight's Children

Super excited!! :D


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I am coping surprising well with things. Work is an excellent strategy for distracting self. I That and plans to go home for Christmas. Nothing lifts my spirits more than the thought of some unfortunate chickens accompanied with garlic naan and butter waiting for me at the end of a 19 hour flight ordeal. I want Bombay, regular coffee, Natu, Dk and my mom. 

Have you ever tried living completely in the present? I cant remember if I have ever done that. I don't dwell on the past anymore because it depresses me and I don't like thinking about the future because it's fluidity is unsettling  One day at a time. That's all I can do right now.

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Inner peace,

Only you have the power to make this blog less whiny. Do your bit for the general reading public.

I miss you,
Aggie

                                        

On death and dying

Ladies,

Things ended with Derek :| Not a good note, but these things never do. I'm in a state of hypershock, apparently having totally misread the situation for a very long time. It's been two weeks now, and I've been through more emotions that any brain should have to handle. I desperately wish I simply stopped caring, but that doesn't seem to be happening. I need a place to vent and this trusty blog is where I can think a little.
Long conversations with everyone about how/why/what of this very painful ending and it still seems as senseless as before.
I saw 500 days of summer again, I'll take any easy answer right now. I've always seen Summer's point of view so well before. She made so much sense. Till I saw things from Tom's perspective for the first time in my life and man, it sucks.
This is a garbled post, innit? Why are heart's so breakable?
So, I go through life on autopilot now. It's easy in a new place, with new people around. And all that work. But life seems to have lost some it's clarity now.
I'm tentatively getting back to a semblance of normalcy. Prowling coffee shops and libraries, walking on leafy trails with sensible people, talking to Sherin, Joy, Henna, Meher, Hetal, Vee, Dee ( I would be brain dead by now without you guys).
I read Kubler-Ross's theories for some direction. They almost make sense.

Aggrieved,
Aggie