Exams on the Way

I am feeling a little better today. My exams are coming up soon. I have studied reasonably and will need some revision. I think Arabian Nights is moving well. I have found a dude to help with my rock education. He has recommended Black Sabbath, Metallica and Pink Floyd to begin with. I have also got some AC/DC. Hope I will be able to make sense of them. I think I could listen form Chrys' listening lists too. Perhaps I will have the time and patience after my exams.

I am a little undecided about my reading list. I am torn between something Russian and something dystopian. I did consider at length to try and read something pleasant, but I cannot stay away from my kind of books for long.

My mother thinks I should start my writing course ASAP. I told her yesterday that taking a writing course will not fix me or my problems. I shouldn't attach unreasonable expectations to a simple course. She didn't like that line of thought. I am working very hard to detach unrealistic expectations form the course I may take because it will stress me otherwise and only make matters more difficult to handle.

I watched the movie Samsara (2001). Well I started and found on chapter 11 of the DVD that the subtitles are corrupted. I do not have a duplicate of the film. I either will have to download it again or watch it with the messed up subtitles. Well... Life is hard...

Lidia asked me for suggestions from Tarkovsky. I have watched many of his movies but never really appreciated his first. I have not watched 'The Steamroller and the Violin' in a very long time. I should download it at the earliest. I wonder why I forget the earlier works of an artist once I see the advanced and matured works he has produced later in life. I find the earlier works more interesting than anything else. This is true with Joyce, Hemingway, Sanjay Leela Bhansali, Mahesh Bhat, Satyajit Ray, Jackson Pollock and so many more. I wonder if losing interest in the beginnings and earlier works is a part of growing up oneself. If so, then I don't like it. Maybe, I could call it 'The portrait of me as a young man', but that is way too pretentious.

I haven't got to Ramayana and Garuda of late. I have eaten way too many eclairs and too little of fruits. I think I can fix that as I have got my fridge full of Jack-fruit now.

The elections are of course over and the results are out. The media coverage was so meticulous that it was numbing and I doubt anyone missed it.

Done.

stuff, jack-fruit, madame bovary and arabian nights and other nonsense

Well I have started reading The Arabian Nights. Madame Bovary was simply great. I finally pointed out what was bothering me, which was that of late I have been reading a lot of books without 'happy endings'. Hence I decided to read some fairy tales and childrens literature. Hence--Arabian Nights.

I had a bit of a scare when, I heard, Chrys was quitting her job. I replied quite passionately. Thankfully it was a false alarm. '''Poisonous in large doses.''' This may be unkind, but is the truth when it comes to faith and philosophy, more so in India than anywhere else. The movie 'The Darjelling Express' by the way is horrible. It has no script and no story and none what so ever of common sense. It is probably shot in Arizona or some where, they manage to find a desert on their way to darjelling. I am not disappointed about Owen Wilson, because he has made it a habit of doing bad movies. Adrian Broody is utterly lost. He is capable of acting, and is an entire waste in this movie. I have to admit giving him an oscar may have been a waste.

I had a few bad days of late. I am not as depressed today, as I was last week. My mother is convinced wearing a ring or Amethyst will make me better. I think, I will put on the ring more to avoid the argument over it, than curing the 'loonies' I have the honour of being plagued by.

I bought a jack-fruit yesterday. It was quite a challenge to open it. I have always felt calling the mango the king of the fruits is rather over-rated. I think people in other parts of the world may not join in the appreciation of the Indian mango. They might think of pears, or kiwi, or maybe some other exotic fruit. My answer to them is the Jack-fruit. I like it more than anything else. I take care not to tell anyone about this. I cannot risk people knowing that I like it. I have my reasons.

That's about it.

Today's Lunch, Yesterday's Party and some nonsense

Well the anniversary of my grand-father's death has past. I attended reluctantly and did not find is especially troubling. We also had a small party yesterday for my cousin who recently celebrated his birthday. I have to get back to my lessons and reading form today. I have been felling a little better of late. I could get up quite early today (at least in comparison to my bad days.) I have cooked a spread for lunch and am quite hungry now. I will sit down for lunch once I have studied some of my lessons.

Madame Bovary has not been easy to read. I have been busy the last couple of days and did not get much reading done. I will soon have a copy of Andrei Rublev (Tarkovsky) for myself. I have been downloading in from the Internet and am excited about it, although I have seen it twice. Ramayana has been stagnant.

The elections are coming to a close and it is only a few more days before we have the results. The usual chain of fantasies and thoughts have started in my head and I am trying not to fight them, at the same time trying not be consumed by them.