Profound

It's been 2 and a half years since I last blogged ( I hate sentences which say "2 and a half", either its two and a half or 2 and a 1/2, whats the deal with 2 and a half???) and there's no particular reason why.

I just saw the first 10 minutes of 7 pounds (Will Smith looking constipated) and I realized that I HATE movies which are setting me up for the ending...I feel wronged...why should I have to endure the whole movie to figure out whats going on....sigh...as I get older, I realize that my patience with most forms of entertainment is going down. I don't enjoy getting drunk like I used to, I dislike most movies and tv programs, even cricket is boring (once in a while) and I have to put in effort to enjoy stuff...it requires commitment.

Saw Dev D on Friday and I thought it was great...it helps if you are watching on the DVD because you can fast forward the bits which are boring (or sissy). My brother-in-law often says that people will come to watch a show/movie/anything if they see passion behind it (he should know). Seeing someone else live their passion is what gives us hope to endure our dreary life. And I saw passion in making Dev D, the sheer audacity in making a movie like this required passion.

Reading through my past posts, it appears that my blog started out with stuff about SRT and then wandered aimlessly to movie reviews and then finally Apoorv forcing me to admit that I was on Benadryl. That was the last straw.

I'll tell you what my current problem is. I've realized (and there's a difference between realizing and knowing) that I created the world, or rather, I create the world. Every moment, I create. And I'm so used to it that I don't know how to stop. I pity the world and I'm amazed by its stupidity but I can't stop, not because I don't want to, but because I don't know how. I know there's a "pull chain to stop train" thingamajig but don't know where it is. I've been asking someone I know to tell me where it is but I'm not ready, it seems.

I'd like to end with something funny, but can't think of anything...so just pretend I wrote something funny and you laughed and you think I'm a cool guy. Chill.