Where the Wild Things Are

there is this kid - Max. sweet and wildly expressive. needs his love. and is the owner of a private world. and he tells stories. here is the one he told his mom about vampires -

there were some buildings... there were these really tall buildings, and they could walk. then there were some vampires. and one of the vampires bit the tallest building, and his fangs broke off. then all his other teeth fell out. then he started crying. and then, all the other vampires said, "why are you crying? weren't those just your baby teeth?" and he said, "no. those were my grown-up teeth." and the vampires knew he couldn't be a vampire anymore, so they left him. the end.

more than your typical kid's movie. this one is about isolation. and belonging. about being left alone in the snow in a smashed igloo. and sleeping in one big warm happy furry pile. about the pains and the joys of being a kid. about how its easy to love. and how its hard too. about running away from one world to another. and coming back home.

obviously i loved watching it. and i loved what one of the wild things says - "Happiness isn't always the best way to be happy."

medicine for melancholy

late night on friday i remembered that i had a movies-to-watch list. a mental one. so i fish this one out from the list and then the internet and love everything about it. the way the camera looks at the city. the way the characters look at the camera and each other and the city. the way the music kicks in. lovely little moments set to beautiful little pieces of music. sweet. sad. happy. true. could even be you. or maybe not. leave the rest for you to discover.

P.S : Wanted to choose between the two posters. Thought about it. Picked both. :)

Lucky life

Lucky life isn't one long string of horrors
and there are moments of peace, and pleasure, as I lie in between the blows.

~ from the poem Lucky Life by Gerald Stern which I came across while reading a movie review of the same name while the music played with a backdrop of thunder and lightning and also while I was thinking about myself. huh !

monday morning ..

if i was a dog, i would go hide under a bed and stay there all day.
yeah that kinda day.

a little scared of life and full of wonder at this world which just gets up and goes on every morning shaking off the remains of the night. i envy this world, everyone who knows how to go about the business of life. day in. day out. how ? today i don't have a clue. feel like the kid on his first day at school who won't cry but just stay there silently counting hours, minutes and seconds till he can get home. and then look at everyone else and wonder .. how ?

Bruno :-)

photograph by : Nilotpal Shahi

four haikus and a sleepless night

if you can't sleep
you are sleepless
not a poet, please.

~

a blank canvas of a night
doesn't make a poem
what else does ?

~

two pillows
still no pillow talk
what's wrong with these pillows ?

~

a laptop screen at night
is an island of light
and a bug's delight

~

all things that make a happy commute !!!

okay everyone hates it, i know. most days i hate it too. but there comes a day i suspect in every commuter's life when you love it so much you just don't want to get off. today was one of those days. everything went right for once. slept well. got up in time. had a good breakfast at home. caught the bus just in time. didn't forget the umbrella. didn't forget the cellphone. got the window seat. it was not raining. but it looked like it would any moment - the clouds and a happy breeze full of promise. and all the while i kept humming a tune from last night. :)

a memory from years ago when on a late night half empty train i would sing aloud tunelessly into the screaming wind. no one could hear. not even me.