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.
Less antsy.
Less antsy.
