Hey You !!

I dread to post this. For me writing has always been an activity where I unload my mind. One could call it a sort of a "Pensieve", where all those thoughts which matter me are put down. But with putting them down, I tend to lose the intensity behind the thought, the passion with which they had initially created the furor in my brain is lost. I can't comprehend it, it sort of becomes a "task done" when the thoughts pass through my fingertips through the keyboard onto some server on blogger. I simply stop caring about them.
I lost the kick I used to get off ripping apart the silly cricket politics when I posted "The captain's secret diaries", I waned off the censorship issue after "Aaah..Respect my authoratah" and so on......

Why I don't know, maybe it's the type of generation we are in. Nothing lingers enough for one to actually taste it, everything is transient. Even the frustration is multi-directional. Sometimes it's the politicians, sometimes it's that idiot slow driver in front of you who has hogged both the lanes for the last 15 minutes by driving halfway on both of them and many more, too many ventouts..........The result is we are confused, rather I AM CONFUSED....Too many parameters to take care of...System overload.

(What I am trying to say has not quite come off in the above paragraph. I sincerely hope someone understands it.)

Saw Rang De Basanti. A very good attempt to say something which needs to be said. Excellent cinematography, good acting, great songs really kept one hooked.
It was multi-layered, and I was tuned into layer 2-B right from the start.
I especially liked the scene where Aamir breaks down for the first time. I don't whether to post this, but I admit I had tears in my eyes when I saw his frustration about not being able to help even when he wanted to. It was not because Waheeda Rehaman was in a coma or because there had been a lathi-charge or because it was an emotional highlight for the entire movie, it was the frustration of wanting to do, but couldn't do.

I have been thinking about me for the last 22 years, and that kinda has been getting to me.

I love eating, watching movies, I love my job, in short I do all that keeps me happy, puts a smile on my face. But that is not enough.
I wish to do something for someone who is not me.
I wish to do something, anything, I don't know what it is, but I sure hope I end up doing that.

So you see why I dreaded posting this ?