What I did this summer
This summer was as i said earlier a paid vacation.read quite a few books .The best one i have read over the last few months is "Golden Gate " by Vikram Seth. Its absolutely lucid and just flows through. Read another of Seth's after coming back to campus "An Equal Music", twas good too. The wonderful thing about Seth is his absolutely unassuming style of writing ,diametrically opposite to the Salman superstar Rushdie.Read his "Fury" recently twas like a great writer , writing jus for the heck of it ....flashes of brilliance were undoubtedly there.
After 45 days of absolute joblessness followed by 15 days of absolute hell(thats what is guaranteed by not working from the beginning)i went home for almost a fornight. Twas a fortnight again of ..doing nothing but eating ,reading..fooling around with my bros and watching movies...
Saw an old mallu movie which was really touching, again coz of its simplicity.An old man ,a retired government official is staying his native village- a quaint picturesque town which like many parts of kerala looks virginal(those places where tourists have never set foot).the old man is leading a calm life with ahelper around .He spends most of his time reading, he has a library in his large ancestral house that houses everything from shakespeare to schopenhaur.
One summer his twenty two year old grandson comes visiting for a fortnight with four friends from his college .The old man's son(his son had married against his wishes) is already dead .Grandpa and grandson have been close and in touch thru letter ever since the latter came visiting last ,6 years ago.
The whole house lights up.the screenlay is a wonder in the way it depicts bliss.The grandson is delighted to meet his childhood crush who stays in the same town -an intelligent and extremely well read girl; who is his grandpa's colleagues's daughter.She visits the old man's place regularly to borrow books and stuff. the two have been in regular touch over the years, since he last came .Love blossoms against the beautiful backdrop.. while boy falls in love girl the audience falls in love with the mother nature.Their similar pasts of being bought up by a single parent and their common small town are the threads that bind them together.
One day on one of their walks she shows him a photo of his shez been carrying thru the years. An eight year old naked boy. she says that she still finds that innocence in his eyes somewhere(which the actor manages to potray..he is a big star now but those were the days when there was innocnece in his acting).They dont even talk marriage its as if its understood . Even the grandparents are happy for them.
A few days before the guys leave they go out swimming to the sea.After some time the hero is missing.The closest friend of his screams his name out to the sea ..when it dawns on him that his freind has drowned...he just screams louder and louder at the sea...The way twas picturised and the way twas acted out-the memory remains.
The boy is dead..but the body isnt to be found. They inform the mother that something is amiss ,who upon finding out that her son is dead ...breaks down totally. The old man finally goes to his daughter -in -law and says " you havent sinned so much that you have to watch both ur son and husband die at such an early age".
The girl who fell in love with boy is listless.. On the third morning the body is found and the last rites performed....... The friends leave and the movie ends.
The thing that set me thinking me about the movie was how the director got the idea . It must have been a newspaper article that spoke about aa boy dying swimming.im from vizag and i have read many reports of young boys dying while swimming in the beach....May be it was one such newspaper artcile that inspired the director to weave a touching story....
I read somewhere that truly grat works of art are utterly simple in form and at the same time extremely profound in thought .I cudnt possibly agree more.. Lennon 's later songs ..Russell's later books all have that unmistakable stamp of simplicity
This summer was as i said earlier a paid vacation.read quite a few books .The best one i have read over the last few months is "Golden Gate " by Vikram Seth. Its absolutely lucid and just flows through. Read another of Seth's after coming back to campus "An Equal Music", twas good too. The wonderful thing about Seth is his absolutely unassuming style of writing ,diametrically opposite to the Salman superstar Rushdie.Read his "Fury" recently twas like a great writer , writing jus for the heck of it ....flashes of brilliance were undoubtedly there.
After 45 days of absolute joblessness followed by 15 days of absolute hell(thats what is guaranteed by not working from the beginning)i went home for almost a fornight. Twas a fortnight again of ..doing nothing but eating ,reading..fooling around with my bros and watching movies...
Saw an old mallu movie which was really touching, again coz of its simplicity.An old man ,a retired government official is staying his native village- a quaint picturesque town which like many parts of kerala looks virginal(those places where tourists have never set foot).the old man is leading a calm life with ahelper around .He spends most of his time reading, he has a library in his large ancestral house that houses everything from shakespeare to schopenhaur.
One summer his twenty two year old grandson comes visiting for a fortnight with four friends from his college .The old man's son(his son had married against his wishes) is already dead .Grandpa and grandson have been close and in touch thru letter ever since the latter came visiting last ,6 years ago.
The whole house lights up.the screenlay is a wonder in the way it depicts bliss.The grandson is delighted to meet his childhood crush who stays in the same town -an intelligent and extremely well read girl; who is his grandpa's colleagues's daughter.She visits the old man's place regularly to borrow books and stuff. the two have been in regular touch over the years, since he last came .Love blossoms against the beautiful backdrop.. while boy falls in love girl the audience falls in love with the mother nature.Their similar pasts of being bought up by a single parent and their common small town are the threads that bind them together.
One day on one of their walks she shows him a photo of his shez been carrying thru the years. An eight year old naked boy. she says that she still finds that innocence in his eyes somewhere(which the actor manages to potray..he is a big star now but those were the days when there was innocnece in his acting).They dont even talk marriage its as if its understood . Even the grandparents are happy for them.
A few days before the guys leave they go out swimming to the sea.After some time the hero is missing.The closest friend of his screams his name out to the sea ..when it dawns on him that his freind has drowned...he just screams louder and louder at the sea...The way twas picturised and the way twas acted out-the memory remains.
The boy is dead..but the body isnt to be found. They inform the mother that something is amiss ,who upon finding out that her son is dead ...breaks down totally. The old man finally goes to his daughter -in -law and says " you havent sinned so much that you have to watch both ur son and husband die at such an early age".
The girl who fell in love with boy is listless.. On the third morning the body is found and the last rites performed....... The friends leave and the movie ends.
The thing that set me thinking me about the movie was how the director got the idea . It must have been a newspaper article that spoke about aa boy dying swimming.im from vizag and i have read many reports of young boys dying while swimming in the beach....May be it was one such newspaper artcile that inspired the director to weave a touching story....
I read somewhere that truly grat works of art are utterly simple in form and at the same time extremely profound in thought .I cudnt possibly agree more.. Lennon 's later songs ..Russell's later books all have that unmistakable stamp of simplicity
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