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Of hope, redemption and other good things



Second chances are beautiful things. They are full of hope, and the promise of redemption. A chance to fix all past mistakes, or in the very least, to not make the same old ones the second time around.

Wristcutters, based on Kneller's Happy Campers, a short story by Etgar Keret, follows the story of young, 20 something Zia (played by Patrick Fugit of Almost Famous fame), who slashes his own wrists following an unsuccessful relationship, and finds himself in some sort of purgatory afterlife peopled by, well, people who've taken their own lives. Everyone seems miserable, in purgatory, or at least passively resigned to their fate, and no one ever smiles here.

Panoramic shots of the bleak landscape, heavy post-processing and a succession of spaced out, resigned characters underscores the futility of the position Zia finds himself in. Having done himself in once, he's hardly likely to chance his, err, wrist again, is he?

The hopeless setting of the film, though, serves as a fitting background to tell a story of second chances; of having hope, seeking redemption and finding love, in the end. The icing on the cake, for me, was the million dollar smile Zia flashes at the camera right at the very end before the jump cut into whiteness.

Oh, and there's Shannyn Sossamon (also of A Knight's Tale fame) looking hot in an undernourished and anorexic kind of way. If you're into that kind of thing, of course...

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Graphic novel lovers check out Pizzeria Kamikaze, by Etgar Keret based on the same short story. And if you do get your hands on a copy let me know. I'd like to bum it off you for a few days. Sweetly, of course.

Phir Dekhiye

A song about having a dream to hold on to.
A song about the joy of making it come true.

Caralisa Monteiro's voice is haunting and seductive, both at once. This rendition is a fitting finale to a Bollywood flick that I actually enjoyed watching (and those have been few and far between). And I'm posting it here because it's been in my head for the last three days, and putting it out here is the only way I know of getting it out of my head. It's a beautiful song but I need my head for a couple of other things right now.

And if you like it as much as I do, buy the CD. It doesn't cost a lot of money. And it's worth it if only for this one song...

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aankhon mein jiske
koi toh khwaab hai
khush hai wohi jo
thoda betaab hai
zindagi mein koi
arzoo kijiye
phir dekhiye...

honthon pe jiske
koi toh geet hai
woh haare bhi toh
uski hi jeet hai
dil mein jo geet hai
gunguna lijiye
phir dekhiye...

yaadon mein jiski
kissi ka naam hai
sapnon ke jaisi
uski har shaam hai
koi toh ho jisse
apna dil dijiye
phir dekhiye...

khwaab buniye zaraa
geet suniye zaraa
phool chuniye zaraa
phir dekhiye...

WALL.E



















It is 4.37 in the ay-em. And I am, uncharacteristically, awake. Part of it has to do with a very fucked up sleep cycle on account of just having been through an extended weekend.

The other, larger part has to do with Wall.E

Yeah. The animated Disney-Pixar film. The one that I've been watching for the last couple of hours (almost). Its funny how a story about robots can leave one awake and pondering about life, love and other mushy bits in the wee hours of the morning!

This one's going to turn into a rant about 'directives'. I know that. I can see it coming. Or, as someone I once knew would've put it- I can feel it in my water. But perhaps that is a post for another time. For after breakfast, maybe. Some things need to be reviewed in the light of a full stomach.
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