Too many movies, my nagging brain alerts me.
At times it can be therapeutic. Plus I missed the film festival this year, so that’s 40 movies that I’ve not watched. Surplus movie quota!
Somewhere I’ve lost my mojo. Which is why Tumhari Sulu was like a shot in the arm. I remember and take away Vidya Balan’s confident stride. Her laugh, her can-do spirit. It tugged at a part that I once was. A gentle reminder .I walk taller.
Nebraska at the Express Film Club for the brilliantly stark photography as much as the realism of the story. The post film discussion as captivating. Thinking minds.
Secret Superstar. Quarib quarib singlle. For the pace, the content. The hope. The reminder that technology is a lifechanger. Enabler.
About the mojo, it can’t be life events because life is pretty even keel. I volunteer, even if the kids got 3 on 50. I walk. I dutifully visit the temple twice weekly and chant. I rustle up a new recipe every now and then from vegrecipesofindia. I give placeoforigin more business than I ought to .I plan my next trip—next year for sure, I promise myself-- to the beautiful big mountains.
What probably needs to happen is more butt in the chair-work. More brainfood. More structure.