Thin
crust pizza I had the other day should have been an epitome of indulgence, as always. Why then, these days, does the heart seem to rather crave chulivarachi bhakri (not translating to avoid spoiling it for those who get it)?
Do rows of frozen desserts generate the excitement of ice-cream truck’s musical arrival during summer holidays?
Enter the neatly arranged sections of milk cartons and newspapers of that supermarket. Would you have rather preferred a daily alarm by the cheery milk-man or that whistle of the newspaper-boy?
Does a community mailbox in some centralized no-man’s lobby evoke the same emotions as the arrival of the uninformed postman?
Enter the neatly arranged sections of milk cartons and newspapers of that supermarket. Would you have rather preferred a daily alarm by the cheery milk-man or that whistle of the newspaper-boy?
Does a community mailbox in some centralized no-man’s lobby evoke the same emotions as the arrival of the uninformed postman?
Ha!
On one of those purely blissful evenings of heart-to-heart conversations, when you want to freeze time and let life just pass by, my cousin told me how he has occasional hallucinations about glimpses of our native home, nothing of which remains the same anymore.. I have always been a very detached person, or so people tell me. Add to that the gift of an extraordinarily abysmal memory -- but, on a quiet Saturday evening, things just seem to be melancholy.
And Nostalgia, I personally find the toughest of them all, to deal with.
Reminds me of an absolutely wonderful movie: “A Good Year”. Well, is Ridley Scott a crazy cinematic genius or what! And people might as well have stopped acting after Marlon Brando & Al Pacino; and Leo comes very close, but Russell Crowe is arguably the most multi-dimensional actor we have, IMO. Add to the mix, always-brilliant Marion Cotillard: probably my only girl-crush, ever. Does it get any better?**
There’s no way I could do any justice to the movie if I start writing down more, so thought would rather embed a couple of clips that appeal to me the most.
This one’s when Russell Crowe’s character, currently an extremely-high-profile investment banker in London Stock Exchange, arrives at his uncle’s dilapidated chateau that he inherits, the place where he spent most of his childhood and never bothered to return till this very moment:
On one of those purely blissful evenings of heart-to-heart conversations, when you want to freeze time and let life just pass by, my cousin told me how he has occasional hallucinations about glimpses of our native home, nothing of which remains the same anymore.. I have always been a very detached person, or so people tell me. Add to that the gift of an extraordinarily abysmal memory -- but, on a quiet Saturday evening, things just seem to be melancholy.
And Nostalgia, I personally find the toughest of them all, to deal with.
Reminds me of an absolutely wonderful movie: “A Good Year”. Well, is Ridley Scott a crazy cinematic genius or what! And people might as well have stopped acting after Marlon Brando & Al Pacino; and Leo comes very close, but Russell Crowe is arguably the most multi-dimensional actor we have, IMO. Add to the mix, always-brilliant Marion Cotillard: probably my only girl-crush, ever. Does it get any better?**
There’s no way I could do any justice to the movie if I start writing down more, so thought would rather embed a couple of clips that appeal to me the most.
This one’s when Russell Crowe’s character, currently an extremely-high-profile investment banker in London Stock Exchange, arrives at his uncle’s dilapidated chateau that he inherits, the place where he spent most of his childhood and never bothered to return till this very moment:
And in this one, he is taking snapshots of the property in order to sell it. I somehow find it unsettling in a subtle-yet-deep sort of way:
Do I want to rant on about the supermarkets and the internet and the AI for gradual eclipses of old-world memories? Nope! The question is: If "J.A.R.V.I.S." and "Deep Thought" and other such fictional dreams have become reality (well, almost), why don't people take Dumbledore's pensieve or Asimov's time traveller more seriously?
PS:
Courtesy: clipconverter.cc could have done a better job on video quality but it's cool nevertheless!
**If I have to be a tad bit critical (just for the sake of completeness :P), it almost becomes a Videsi version of “Swades” at the end. Much like the Bollywood movie, girl is the sole trigger the guy gets all sorted, oriented and all of that. I mean, apart from the fact that this undermines the whole point, my argument is: does that ever happen in real life?
