I am sleepless that is why I am writing. I enjoy it.
As simple as that. No grand design, no dreams, no agenda. This is what I do, and
I do when I like. It is addictive. It is not serious for now but in future, may
be when I really want, and when it really matters and has value, I have plenty
of manuscripts. Novels, stories, poems, essays… When something will be written,
it will be serious, it will be the day. For now, it is just ‘works in progress.
It is my own writing’s self-potency check, just an unprofessional one. It is
like English 101 scratch, something different that it has is- its rough like a
never ploughed land, no editions, no readers, no propagandas, no peer reviews, no
paraphrasings, no stupid rules, no political correctness, no fear of priests,
no obligation to fulfill parent’s dreams, no intention to hurt fundamentalists,
no hidden ambitions. It is just me. I am it. I am writing myself.
The Olympic
is over. I don’t care for it anyway. There are some funny games. Few games are
ridiculous. And believe it or not, in years to come, we will find out that most
of the athlete there were involved were on steroid, or got some hip injection
or some other drugs. Nevertheless Olympics is a sporting event alright. Greek
can have some odd sense in having fun sometime but they became the foremost
scientist to create such an entertaining event. They did this to please their
God Zeus. Later many countries joined and now it is an international event.
Peoples’ emotion run high. And America is now proud that it stands on top of
the medal table, also winning women gold in soccer. Only for national pride and
medal tally, but not anything else would be Americans that interested in soccer
otherwise.
The hailstorm ruined my Sunday soccer fun. Watched a
lot of movies this weekend although I was busy reading some stuff. I have loved
some of the movies and sometime even a movie can influence person’s life. Not
that it has done mine, but I enjoyed watching movies. In 90s I watched each and
every Hindi movie that was made. Soon I started getting annoyed. Those days are
gone, and I don’t have that much patience and time anymore. English movies are
usually short and to the point. It is direct. Back in 90s I remember Hindi
movies were very cautious in showing skin, or kisses on screen. People would
burn the cinema hall if they see any ‘heroine’ lip-locking any ‘hero’. It was a
big deal. People idolize these idiots inasmuch as that they would copy their
hairstyle, clothes, speeches etc. They even made statue, they worship the celebrities.
General public touch their dirty feet, still now.
Sex was taboo in movies. If they had to show two
lovers kiss, they would come close and some sunflower would appear in front of
the camera and cover the kissing couple up. Film director could not show skin
or sex or anything for that matter. In each and every movie, there would be a
‘RAPE SCENE’ where a villain would rape a protagonist’s beloved sister. The
audience would get glimpse of some chest, thighs, and funny screams of the
actresses. People enjoyed and craved for it. For many Indian public, Mithun was
the best actor ever. Mostly Indian but sometimes a Madhesi Nepali would rent
some old time Mithun movies and feels content, when in the movie; he takes
revenge of his sister’s rape and kills all the antagonists. Indian court never
gave justices in these movies. This was story in each and every movies made at
that time, believe it or not. Slight changes but those were the themes. But now
Indian cinemas have changed. They show everything; sometime they are worse than
Hollywood movies. I bet many Nepalese have seen the poster of ‘Raat ki Rani’,
‘Pyasi Jawani’ in some dark street, ‘bad hoods’ and some open cities in
Bhaktapur and Kathmandu. I really wondered what they were. It was probably the most skin showing movies
of that time, I am not sure. It definitely looked tempting and curious for teen
agers and old perverts who would pay lots of money to watch someone get raped
in a movie. It was underground business as far as I remember.
With the emergence of disco restaurants, cabin bars
etc. sex came out of its taboo status. I have no idea how Nepalese film are
nowadays. They had terrible actors, bad acting, worse directors, child raping
producers, and no good stories. I have no idea as I have stopped seeing any Nepalese
and Indian movies at all. Sometimes one or two movies were made that made some
impression on me. Sometime a novel is converted to a movie by a literature
loving guy. I watch it. I want to see those movies more often. My reading is
often eased by the movies, from visual and audial displays on screen. On the
other hand, the imagination when reading a book is so addictive and ecstatic
that sometime a movie based on a novel can completely destroy it. I have become
lazy and sometime I listen to audio books so that I don’t have to read, mostly
when I am tired. Although I appreciate the technology and efficiency, listening
audio book is not as amazing intelligently experience-wise. Reading, revising,
stopping, and reading again the lines and paragraphs of the books, the actual
prints where you turn over the page and remember of another character in
another book is not as smooth in audio books. Again audio book readers don’t
read as fast in places as I read and don’t skip anything as I do if I am
scanning. I do not much enjoy the audio books. I like movies sometime based on
novel but then again all movies based on novel are not that good. Just for the
sake of it, I watched ‘Old Man and The Sea’ and ‘Animal Farm’ recently to
freshen up memories. They are not as good when you read and develop a
connection. I am more a reader than a listener of a reader.
Sudarshan dai was a good listener. I often read,
explained, and criticized many of my course book stories and poems, and his and
sometime an odd, difficult book like ‘Thus Spake Zarathrusta’. My friend Nirmal
was a good listener but he could think about stories differently too. I told
him about many stories I read. Well, not everyone is Aesop but I loved the old
school course book where we studied about Aesop’s fables and thought myself of
being one day. The intelligence and mediocre stories, yet very popular and
daily moral stories of ‘Thousand and One Nights’ or ‘Arabian Nights’ are still
fresh in my mind. My favorite was ‘Fox and The Sour Grape’. Who does not know
the story? Human psychology is just fox-like.
Irving
Texas
8/12/2012
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