Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Simple joy
Ever since I came across the first "Fifty people one question" video a few years back, I've fallen in love with all the other related videos that followed.
The thing that gets me every time when I watch them is the people. The beauty of the videos lies in the people. That random bunch of passersby and their congenial demeanor.
Happiness is contagious. And I love how simple and effortless it can be to take first step - Smile!
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Before sunrise
There is this particular scene from the movie "Before sunrise" that still resonates strongly with me. It was being shot in Vienna on an unknown evening.
Here's my depiction; thoughts translated.
They stroll along the meandering canal, laughing and rebutting at every criticism made with witty banters. The tender autumn breeze joins in the fun as it tousles them gently. It's a quiet Monday evening. Chattering footsteps that call for home and pleasantries exchanged in the vernacular fill the void.
"Hey", a homeless person siting by the side interrupts.
"I want to make a deal with you. Instead of asking you for money, I will ask you for a word. Choose any word you like and I'll write a poem with that word in it. If you like it, you can pay me anything. If not, then it's fine."
They decide, almost unhesitatingly, to choose the word - lipstick.
I've set foot on unfamiliar soils, surrounded by unfamiliar smiles
Just the kind of thrill I seek, as when two worn out paths they converge and meet
Worn out paths
Both our worn out paths entwine
And in circles we go
72 revolutions per minute, with no one left to meet
"But where do we go from here?"
"Where do we go from here?", we ask
Your rouge lipstick sparks mysteries and harmonies
Adding more and more to the imagination
I know neither where the new path leads
Nor how long before the sidewalk splits
So love me, we'll have fun
if not, could we have it all the same?
After reading it to them, they give him a handful of schillings; much to the content of both parties.
Here's that scene!
Here's my depiction; thoughts translated.
They stroll along the meandering canal, laughing and rebutting at every criticism made with witty banters. The tender autumn breeze joins in the fun as it tousles them gently. It's a quiet Monday evening. Chattering footsteps that call for home and pleasantries exchanged in the vernacular fill the void.
"Hey", a homeless person siting by the side interrupts.
"I want to make a deal with you. Instead of asking you for money, I will ask you for a word. Choose any word you like and I'll write a poem with that word in it. If you like it, you can pay me anything. If not, then it's fine."
They decide, almost unhesitatingly, to choose the word - lipstick.
I've set foot on unfamiliar soils, surrounded by unfamiliar smiles
Just the kind of thrill I seek, as when two worn out paths they converge and meet
Worn out paths
Both our worn out paths entwine
And in circles we go
72 revolutions per minute, with no one left to meet
"But where do we go from here?"
"Where do we go from here?", we ask
Your rouge lipstick sparks mysteries and harmonies
Adding more and more to the imagination
I know neither where the new path leads
Nor how long before the sidewalk splits
So love me, we'll have fun
if not, could we have it all the same?
After reading it to them, they give him a handful of schillings; much to the content of both parties.
Here's that scene!
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