This is the first post in 2005. I am dedicating it to bibliobuli. He woke me up.
All these days I did not feel like writing here. The end of 2004 with a destructive tsunami, the death and devastation--all left me shaken and cold. I did not suffer any personal loss but the pain was nevertheless there.
Then, what did I do all these days? Of course, the office work kept me occupied. Read a few good books: The Idea of India, Anthology of Indian Short Stories (edited by Rushdie et al.) and some other novels.
Out of the anthology, I loved Anajana Appachana's Sharmaji. I had been planning a similar story on a character called Sharmaji, from the same milieu of Delhi's bureaucracy. Anjana's story has raised the bar for me. I have to do better!
Another lovely story was called The Collecter by Rohinton Mistry. It is pure and brilliant.
I saw more of Kurusawa. My love for his talent is increasing with every new film of his that I watch. I find his work more in-depth, layered, and dramatic than Satyajit Ray's. I should write about this some day.
"The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it." ― V.S. Naipaul, A Bend in the River
3 comments:
I is a "she" I'm afraid! Am thrilled to bits to see you writing again.
Hey, sorry about that. However, because of this mistake, I actually went to your blog. Why is you pic blurred? Got a lot of good stuff to read over there. Will keep coming there!
Maybe I'm just a blurry person! I must do something about the pic.
Thanks for the kind words.
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