The Script

Reading is always a killer effort for me. The only thing which I would enjoy reading was the sports column of The Hindu newspaper that contains the India’s victory in Cricket. I love stories like anyone else. But more that reading it to know it I would prefer watching it. I would enjoy it better when that story is rendered on a screen or on a stage.

More than the story, what I felt that makes it more presentable depends too much on the way it is told. And that is what I can call a gift. Lucky are those guys whose mind is set out free to gallop on the ocean of grass stretching from horizon to horizon, farther that they can reach and above them the beautiful sky, larger than they imagine. Where there are no borders or boundaries for imagination. The angle they choose to view and the words they utter to describe something which we might haven’t even seen.

Excavating the art in what they see not as a source of living rather being swallowed by that flame of creation for the pure but eternal joy. A story telling is not just that art of imagination. It is definitely a collection of similar minds. A good pool of people who are granted with “multiple layers of thoughts”…that’s how I would like to describe a group of that kind.

So when these people join hands there art is rendered. A cinema comes to life or sometime a drama comes down from the heaven of imagination onto a stage. But still, something that wonders me is that why are movie scripts not considered as a form of literature. That’s something unfair. Spielberg’s, Padmarajan’s, Bharathan’s, Ranjith’s, Ram Gopal Varma’s scripts and screenplay, are not at all connected to literature?

But I strongly believe movie scripts are also to be a vital part of the literature world. There was one habit that recently developed in me since I watched the movie Inception. I had this movie in my personal collection long before I was in a mood to watch it. But an ambience was something that was happened instantaneously when I got to read the entire script of movie first. Well, a new habit. Reading the entire script first and then watch the movie if and only if that script succeeds to convince you. Strange!!! Isn’t it?? Because now a days even the actors might not be reading the script. But it’s still applied with conditions. You can’t get all the scripts of the movies you intend to watch. So if the script is available then that comes in the first place.

It surely is enjoyable. I think one should try it out that way to get the clear plot of how all a story have travelled from an idea and then adding characters, conversations, lights, location, music and all…its sheer brilliance!!! Nothing else.

A script was always been a dream for me. Not to film it, but simply for a private satisfaction. But no idea if that wish will blossom some day or not. Nevertheless, I got a new habit... Reading… I’m happy with that.

Cap Go Meh

Cap Go Meh

Mervin

What a day!!! Mervin, my colleague, the local boy who was born and bought up in this small Equator city in the West of Kalimantan an island province of Indonesia, is the man of the day. He is the one who took me deeper into the relics of this city particularly about the Chinese tradition to which i was newly introduced.
It was yesterday night, while i was on voice chat with Amma my phone squeaked by Mervin's text which said that tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the Cap Go Meh. 

Cap Go Meh (pronounced as 'Chap Goh Meh') represents the 15th day and last day of the festive Chinese New Year for migrant ethnic communities of Chinese living outside China .Very colorful, very loud, lot of energy. at times i felt even the sun gained a hell lot of energy watching this and giving out some extra heat in return. Above all it was a vibrant feast for my canon too.

There were around 8 - 10 dragons and around 15-20 people to dance the dragon to on its way to chase the dragon ball. Like all festivals their presence of color, especially red, was spread all over.

Touched you!!!

Even after hours after the event the bang of the drums and the cheers of the crowd and the sound of strong footsteps of the dragon-dancers are still not able to escape from my ears. Even though not as much as my own Thrissur Pooram, Cap Go Meh also gave me a great time.

With a Dragon dancer

I do not agree to the statement someone made that festivals are petty superstition of the tribal era which is blindly conducted perhaps repeated in the present day. But I find the role of festivals from a different angle. Festivals are one among the various essentials in a society to sustain and its culture and tradition as generations moves on. Apart from all these something which I have experienced is the pride that I come from a village or city or state or province or country which is famous for a particular festival. I have boasted many times about my Thrissur Pooram with all the details known to me. I’m just proud of it…

Anyways it was a memorable day…Once again...Thanks to Mervin.

A diary entry of a ‘Shattered Me’….

1st July, 2011

2200hrs

Blinking eyes has become a fear for me for the past few days. Every time my eyes finds darkness there starts the slideshow of all that I’m trying to get rid of. May be the diabolic force in me is taking control over things these days. I may run out of the positive energy stuffed in me.

I’m afraid…am I becoming an Al Pacino in the movie Insomnia. A character who starts losing his focus and mental stability due to lack of a sound sleep…am I becoming someone like that? I doubt…I seriously do..

Being alone is not a fear for me. But being trapped and unable to get into and mend my own problems is a torture. I know I need to live it through. And in the end I’ll be the one standing tall, victorious… But in that course I will have loses, which is meant for this life alone. Sacrificing them all means I’m betraying myself…which then makes that look like a victory to the world alone. For me, I will the biggest loser I have ever come across.

Uncertainties…dilemma…all are part of the game. It’s not a fact that’s present in my personality. I have moved breaking the uncertainties. But this time…I don’t know what I’m thinking; doing or speaking is right or wrong. Moreover, being misunderstood is a mightier ache at heart.

May be its just because, like what I mentioned before, as I’m running out of my positive energy. Could be… But, I’m shattered…thoroughly… That’s all what I’m clear of at this point of time.

Let Time take control over the game…I’ll step aside until it’s time for the presentation ceremony…

Think!!!

Two points that I got stuck upon whilst a general reading on the facts about the human brain:

     - The slowest speed information travels in the brain is 260 mph, faster than the fastest-recorded supercar’s top speed of 253 mph

         - An estimated 70,000 thoughts are produced by the brain on an average day.

YES!! We have a terrifically designed organ that can perform unbelievable pace and accuracy when trained and determined. As far as my knowledge on knowledge, there are no such barriers or differentiation as like the brilliant and the dumb-head as most or some of us were identified back in school days.

I was always attracted to the spiritual discourses of the Sanyasin’s of the Chinmaya and the Ramakrishna Missions during my school days and even now. Those were the days when an idea of writing such an article began to hatch within me. All may not accept, but this is just an act of expression of what I felt about the real us.

In several discourses on the Indian culture and tradition I have heard that the various Upanishads and Vedas scripted by the Sages after a long meditation that may last for a week or a month or even more. This is the proof that I would put forward that we all are “equally” pre-programmed robots. I “believe” that all the humans born on this planet with a normally working brain can perform, create or think of anything that the guy next to you can perform.

“Genius” is not a class. It is all of us. Knowledge is the result of a chain reaction of a deep thought. Let me explain.

You may notice a tiny ant moving across your laptop or your desktop screen. You can have normally two kinds of reactions seeing this. As mostly you may blow it away or press it to the screen with one of your fingers and rub it to the edge of the monitor and continue your job. But for a moment if you watch that tiny little insect you may come to realize that the fraction of life or soul can be the same that tiny thing moving across you screen and yourself and even in a mighty elephant. This route of thought is also capable enough to reach you to the destination were you can transform your so far knowledge of death from a different angle. Imagine where that ant moving on your screen took you to.

It may not happen everywhere. It begins at that gifted moment where you stop to think and use your brain. Use your brain!!! I’ve heard that a countless number of times during the school days. I yet don’t understand the logic behind mugging up what the poet thought in a particular situation. These are situations that kill the creativity within a pupil. Who cares if what the poet thought or what kind of a turn in life that made him to jot that poem. All are busy chasing the poet’s thought. There are seldom teachers who cared to explain their students how beautifully the words like pearl are laced to the thoughts of that poet and there by inspire at least one in that classroom to create something even better than what he/she taught them. All the teacher needs to perform is just to ignite that thought which can happen in a fraction of a second.

A spark of a thought wouldn’t take ages to burn up and show light to the world. That spark is there within us and the cause is there around us. As I said we are all pre-programmed robots. A weird route of my thought makes me believe that a taste of a person in some subject, it can be art or science or anything, which is left unexpressed throughout his life shall be inherited to the life they give birth to.  That could be why some of them claim proudly that “it’s there in my blood...!”

There are brilliant untrained singers around us who can perform even better than the professionals. Music and the notes could be there in their blood. But from birth we travel on a road paved by the ideas of someone who lived and died centuries before our great grandfathers. No one stops to think. Now the most common thought process happening is what status I should put on my facebook wall to attract more like and comments. That too is readily available now on sites dedicated for the status and wall posts alone.

There are several places on earth where the God chose his children to take birth. But we come from a country where God himself chose to take birth...that too not just once. There are records that prove that even Jesus Christ had spent almost a decade in our country after which he preached his important teachings. We come from a land where the knowledge enlightened itself through simple process of thoughts. Think!!!