How theatres are organic and AVATAR sucked almost...

I went to watch AVATAR premier show, bought tickets so enthusiastically, landed in the line seated in theatre, newly upgraded to 3d. The show starts and with or without the spectacles, the screen is blurry and split. The show goes on for almost ten minutes. Gradually, slowly people realize that something's wrong and its actually not 3d! Lol, low grunting ensues from different corners and then finally, the courageous 'somus' (the most popular name shouted around) got up from their seats to 'ghero' the projection room. We watched in mixed anticipation, thrill and a little panic, wondering what would happen next. The screening stops and then a trial of reprojection starts. Sometimes the sound went off, the other times the screen showed three different colored images etc. Lots of people start shouting 'cheating' and people around me vacate to eat some popcorn and get drinks. Suddenly, the film starts again, this time working well. All start shouting, 'rewind kar, rewind!' All don their glasses again, whistles and hooting. Funny how faces would change to mass childish euphoria at some 3d effect. The film sucked. I went expecting some super realism through three dimensions and amazing music and a relatively simple story newly told. But, as the mediocre simplistic colonial story unfolded I felt my enthusiasm and joy recede by every minute. All of us staring blankly at the screen and chorus 'ooh's' and 'aah's'. What amazed me was that when the 3d wasn't working, the way we as a crowd were reacting was something like you see in films. Hooting, clapping, protests, interacting with this new setup where they've come to experience something that they aren't yet aware of yet know roughly what to expect. Also, subjectivity of visual experiences and how it takes us sometime to realize and shout out that "it's not only me who can't see this 3d! The 3d is actually not working!" Lol. Very Magritte like, do you see the picture that I see?
Ps. Do not watch Avatar in any other theatre but IMAX. Trust me, I feel I missed out something, it can't be that bad.

Undercurrents

There are happy posts, merely descriptive ones with attached emotions that make for thoughts. This is one of them. There are sane moments. This is a proof of those all beautiful satisfied things. Since a month almost I have not been eating anything but fruit and all sick-people's food because I was sick and am recovering now from Hepatitis A. This unfortunate incident brought in many good things that in the moment of experience as well as retrospection make me feel like a new person. Parents are as intolerable yet necessary elements as medicines, excessive love etc. Be thankful to them for not trusting you with your own health and life. Even if you sleep through their nagging, your brain's affective cells strain to register every advice which give you comfort when back again to the lonely independent world. Next, eat healthy and mean it. Don't torture your body with unknown alien, shady food items at cheap or tasty seeming places. Have some humanity-sensitivity towards yourself. This, I realized as the accumulative knowledge of five semesters. After that, stay in touch with positive people. People who are optimistically restless about doing exciting things with their life. Also, if you know some people make you happy and feel good when you see them, cherish those moments, use them to climb a step out of your muddle of daily confusions. When you mull over things continuously, you stop looking at things beyond and away. Finally, leave and let go completely. Once you decide that you want to give up on things, tasks, people, memories etc. There are good things that yellow illnesses teach. But, now it is totally lost to me why I cannot keep feeling this way all the time.

Our first film: Bylanes to a byline

Bylanes to a byline- Deadline productions from noopurraval on Vimeo.

Will I ever reach... or the last dramatic breath

This is the most dramatic moment to word this agony and tiredness and complete the ritual of a post after every semester. Though, this one seems the longest ever which started with film making and what not and ended in shams of me. Finally, the exams are over. The wait is shortened by a flight back home so that I don't have to rot away in the train. I have had this intense urge to reach home which is now culminating in the worst of fears. Dramatic because I am sitting at the airport and writing this. Battery dying. Will finish later for sure! Argh!

Dosa and soap

Yeah, well you won't understand. It's complicated. You don't have the privilege of access to our chats and messages. Yeah, well we are friends, not really. A little different. I mean, we are a little crazy. We stop and think and talk and stop and hate and like then love then fight then write then click and delete and tear and eat and jump and shake and wiggle and smile 'cos we are like that only. You see, it's complicated.
We are sometimes like Dosa and soap. Slime and base and eyes and lick and tickle and pinch and poke. You can't eat Dosa without soap because once you eat and then layers will form of oil and then you will want to put those flying strands of hair behind your ear because nowadays girls cut hair to make it fly so hair will fly and oil will touch hair and hair will stick and moisturizer plus shampoo will become useless and dust will stick. I will run to you, on the steel wash basin and see you are not there but I knew you wouldn't be but I still see a phenyl bottle and in desperate hope for good measure I open and put some hoping it is you, soap. No rescue because you throw my beautiful exciting tales in my face like flying polythene bags shoved under the trash can right when I start ranting and have no remedy to make oil less viscous.
I have taken many a long breath of my lives because it is good to breathe long. Long and short, long makes proud of life more delayed and short makes guilt of stacking huddled life. Long means healthy and short means hurried curry. But only you understand and the other find oh-so-enigmatic and only you catch conceits but the other oh-so-debate. Layers of us, Dosa and soap.
Ps. You take the foul words too.