I want to go and watch a film in a theatre. And I don't want to lose my phone again. :(

Legitimacy my foot.

07 November 2009

Louis XV of France was a womaniser. He had one lawful wife, 11 lawful children and 90 illegitimate children. How can a child be illegitimate? If he is born into the world, then it was God's will and it is totally legitimate.

Legitimacy - a concept found by men to fortify their authority. Cowards...when they weren't given the power to bear children, they volunteer to take the power on to them of producing them. Conveniently, they take/not take the responsibility. He is my kid. Is this kid really mine? How do I know this kid is mine?

An illegitimate child - a child born out of wedlock. who is not considered lawful. one who doesn't know who his father is? Isn't it more than enough to know who his mother is? Wasn't she equally responsible?

Legitimacy my foot.

Two little feet. One long journey.

The promos of Bumm Bumm Bole scare me. I'm afraid this film will taint the beautiful picture of "Children of Heaven" I have in my mind.

Why do they do it to us?

Life...me...now

Frustration is short-lived, so is excitement.

Farmville keeps me alive. So much so that it has started looking like work to me. Not harvesting a crop is a crime.

Well, if I was actually farming, I would have at least got some exercise. But then all these winds and rains would have worried me. And the news that they are opening the shutters of Malampuzha dam would have excited me. We are visiting the dam anyways. It will be fun to see the waves lashing at the dam walls and spilling over. I guess the 2012 flood is on its way.

But for the past few days, I have got this strong feeling that we won't drown to the end of the world. We'll rot. The world will rot to its own death. Everything seems to rot faster these days. Food, people, their bodies, their minds. The only thing that doesn't rot is waste. Plastic just refuses to rot.

back in line

Visiting my own blog after such a long time. Was happy for the past 4 months that I had work to do, which suddenly stopped and now looking forward for it to start again. But still the lazy and procrastinating monster inside me doesnt let me do anything. Get up at 9 am, eat, facebook, eat, sleep, eat, facebook and again sleep. Well, if this is the kind of life those hard working people want at some point of time, it isn't really exciting.

I do dream of writing, shooting and decide I should get started immediately. But the determination starts brewing when I'm on the pot and it doesn't live past my toilet door. Sad.

Walk. Yoga. Dance. Music. Bliss.

When?

Procrastination Unlimited

Hav been wanting to write something here for a long time. Always start writing something....2-3 sentences and then move on to something else, thinking I'll come back and finish what I had started off. No....nothing is happening. so many things I had planned/thought/wished to write. reviews, stories, scripts and the least.....blog entries.

upcoming hypocrite

It’s funny. We try to connect with the world and yet stay disconnected with the people just beside you. I don’t sleep at night beside my mom anymore because I want to be on the internet and it’s faster at night. I can’t understand who am I trying to connect with. You don’t belong anywhere.

You turn away from the people you see everyday who need help. Yet you go around the world looking for a topic for your next documentary film on human rights. No, I’m not blaming anyone. This is happening to me, right here. You empathize with the people through your films, but forget about it once you are off the camera.

I talk and sermonize about global warming, and pretend to be an anti-AC person. Yet I run into my AC room whenever I need to sit down and write, because the heat is unbearable.

I have always rebuked and reprimanded hypocrisy and hypocrites, but am I myself ending up as one?