Strange Things...
Here is a pathetic attempt at poetry I did nearly 3 years ago. Don't ask me why I wrote it, I am not going to tell you.
Strange Things
strange things happen at night
when the darkness is inside
when you are the night
and the night is you
and all that you see
is absolutely true
strange, crazy things....
that happen at night
when your own shadow stalks you
and your own soul is against you
when you see hundred apparitions
pointing fingers at you
strange, unhappy things....
that happen in the night
when you see your life
stretch into the void around you
when all your hopes and dreams
come crashing around you
strange, wierd things...
that happen at night
when you start to scream
and there is no sound
when you r falling in the abyss
and nobody's around
strange things happen at night
when you have nowhere to run
playing with your senses
screwing up your head
numbing your soul
fuck, you would be better off dead
Cogito Ergo Sum
"COGITO ERGO SUM"
Man is a special animal, not because he has a thumb, but because he can think and express his thoughts in a comprehensible manner. It was his thoughts and the effective communication of his thoughts that has taken humankind close to the pinnacle of civilization. But he has not reached the peak yet, there more to be achieved. So, THINK because your very existance depends on it.
Friday...
In the last 6 hours or so, I have made a dozen desperate attempts at getting this doc ready...but my mind's just not at it. Maybe its the Friday Syndrome.
Banned Aid
Orkut's Bangalore community is seeing some heated discussion on this absurd law. Arguments questioning the viability of such a law are jostling for attention with regional viewpoints such as Kannadigas have been so accommodative to the 'non-kannadigas' that they now deserve their 'moment of joy'.
So banning non-kannada movies will provide a 'moment of joy' to the Kannadigas!!! I am a Kannadiga and I know for a fact that we are not a pervert lot to derive joy from depriving our non-kannidiga counterparts of their well-deserved entertainment.
This ban itself is as ludicrous as its justifications. How is it going to help the Kannada film industry is beyond me. Okay, for the first 7 weeks there would be no new non-kannadiga movies, but what after that? And is the industry planning to force the cinema owners to screen Kannada movies? and is it also planning to force viewers to go and watch the movies?
The viewer still has a choice, he was not watching non-kannada movies because he chose not to. He wants to watch what he likes and if he can't get them in the halls, guess what he is going to do? He is going to go hunting for pirated VCD/DVD/VHS/whatevers. So guess who would benefit from this ban? Not the cinema owner at least.
The viewer does not watch Kannada movie not because he is not loyal to the language or because there are not avenues for him to watch it. Its only because, the general quality of the movies is such that it does not entice the viewer. So is this ban going to provide any incentive to the film maker to improve the quality of the productions? I for one would gladly go and watch a 'Dweepa' or a 'Kaadu' but can you force me to watch some sloppy tripe? I think not.
It seems the film makers are trying to take the easy way out. Instead of seeking to ban non-kannada movies and creating a quasi monopolistic market for the Kannada movie, they should be trying to improve the quality of the productions and providing a better experience to the viewer. Thats the only way they can ensure an increase in the viewership.
When in Rome...
9 AM on Hosur Road Bangalore, the entire world is headed only one way - Electronic City. Software junta on its way to workplace.
Higly educated people...the pride of India's economy.
Highly educated people...most of them exposed to more than one culture in more than one country.
Highly educated people...zig zagging haphazardly on the congested Hosur Road.
Would they drive the same way when they go to the hallowed land of Uncle Sam, me wonders?
The Woman In Black
Very few theater productions can captivate its audience through the entire duration of the play, fewer still can make one think twice about walking back home alone after the late night show. The Woman in Black manages to do just that. This edge-of-the-seat thriller by London's West End theater is based on the novel by Susan Hill. Masterfully adapted by Stephen Mallatratt, it has been successfully delighting the audience for over 6 years now.
The play tells us of Arthur Kipps, a lawyer, who approaches an actor/director to help him relate his story to his family. The story of his past, which has been haunting him all these years. He hopes to exorcise his personal ghosts by telling it to his family.
Kipps, as a young lawyer, is sent by his firm to Eel Marsh House, the house of the recently departed Mrs. Alice Drablow. He is to study and sort out her documents. At the funeral, he sees the spectral apparition of a woman in black with a wasted face! Any mention of the woman or the house and its inhabitants only elicits a tight lipped silence from the localites. Nobody seems to be inclined to even listen to him. Kipps, unaware of the history of the house goes on with his assignment but soon becomes embroiled in the tragic plot as the woman in black slowly unravels her malevolent purpose.
The story is portrayed brilliantly by the two-member cast with the help of a well-designed yet frugal set using only the basic props. The eerie imagery is brought to the fore effectively with some clever use of lighting and sound effects. The timing is impeccable. With such a rare blend of brilliance, its little wonder that this is among the most successful and popular productions in recent times.
Its a play not to be missed. Highly recommended.
Official website of the production
