Sunday, September 23, 2007

Viridiana




This is a 1961 film directed by Luis Buñuel and produced in Spain by Gustavo Alatriste.

Censored and banned by the Francoist authorities in Spain, this anticlerical film was acclaimed at Cannes, winning a Palme D'Or. Buñuel himself said "I didn’t deliberately set out to be blasphemous, but then Pope John XXIII is a better judge of such things than I am."

Viridiana was the first feature film Buñuel ever made in his native Spain. After the film was completed and sent to the Cannes Film Festival, the government of Francisco Franco tried unsuccessfully to have the film withdrawn, and banned its release in Spain. The film was only released there in 1977, when Bunuel was seventy-seven years old.

Well thats a little history that I dug up about the movie. Somehow I'm worried that I might end up forgetting about movies like this until I chance upon some remnant of it in the distant future. A scary thought that!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Veintisiete!

The years go by like the people you passby on a busy New York street.
Every year distinct and unique as the one before it. Heartstopping moments intermingled with the more mundane all rolled up into a very comfortable unit of measuring a mans life.

The future calls. But I shall not heed its call tonight. Oh no! Tonight its just me and my past entwined in our intimacy. Where's the friggin light switch?!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Trip

Its been a month since my arrival at my new home. St. Cloud, Minnesota, USA. Here today, gone tomorrow. I arrived here smack towards the tail end of winter and so I had the chance to have a go at skiing and snowtubing before spring set in. I took one too many tumbles and falls that day in the snow. While lying on my back I remember grabbing a handful of the white powder and staring at it. My mind drifted back to my feet sinking in the sand dunes of the deserts in the UAE, the monsoon rains pouring over me in the tropical forests of the Western Ghats in India and now this. Its been an amazing journey.

Then there's the trip that I take everyday. I put on my Sony headphones. Click on my favourite house track and let it rip up my brain cells. I close my eyes and see the world rise and fall with every beat. Snippets of life both real and unreal dancing before my eyes. My hands and feet find a new master and I become a slave. It feels so good to lose myself in something so pure, something so vibrant, something dripping with so much uncertainty that I am not bound
anymore. Perhaps this is as good as it gets!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

another chance...

Come, my friend! I'll have to find you a new little corner in my heart. No matter how much i wish that what I had done could be taken back, you still remain throbbing like the pulse in my veins. They say second chances are hard to come by. Until that day, rest my brother, for the journey is long.