Rant #09

I’m scared,

Of a lot of things.

And I hope you are too.

Cause if you’re not scared,

You’re not paying attention.



Wishlist #01

While waiting at a traffic light yesterday, a eunuch looked at me, smiled and said, “May all your wishes come true.”

That made me unexpectedly sad.

What do I wish for? Something I’m not sure I want? Someone I’m not sure I need? Or someone I know I can’t have?

Instead I wished for the thing that’s best for me.

And today I wish the same for you S.

Every Cloud…

What it says.

What it says.

I’m not usually one for clichés. A protagonist running around all over a movie in a garbage bag screaming out hopeful things about silver linings wouldn’t normally go down too well with me. Neither would two people literally dancing their way into each other’s lives while participating in a dance competition appeal very much to me. And it’s not because I’m not hopeful and it’s not because I’m a dance –grinch. It’s just that I’d normally prefer my movies without a sprinkling of inarticulate clichés.

Thankfully, Silver Linings Playbook, is anything but. The movie is absolutely lovely and human. The characters are so convincing and oddly lovable. In most scenes, more than 80% of the people in the frame are absolutely bananas, each with their own brand of madness nailed to the tee. I love the scenes where almost everyone’s talking all at once, and yet there’s a feeling that everyone’s actually listening to the other as well. That to me is brilliant; it’s exactly how families work, dysfunctional or otherwise.

And like Dr. Patel says, maybe all we need is to figure out a strategy, a play that would help us read the signs more clearly, because everyone’s ‘silver lining’ is probably just waiting to ambush them. And today I felt like just maybe mine is too.

the Notebook

The NotebookTonight, I watched the movie again. And every single time I do, it makes me want to be young and old all at the same time. It makes me want to run and jump and yell at the top of my lungs, all while lying perfectly still. It makes me want to remember and it makes me want to forget. It always makes my past, present and future collide in magical and unexpected ways. But most of all, it makes me want to write it all down in my Notebook.

A play of no importance

I’ve decided to chronicle everything I read from this day forward. Mainly because I have a terrible memory. And I’d like to start changing that. This is my battle against myself.

As the title suggests, I wasn’t head over heels in love with “A Woman of no Importance”, one of Oscar Wilde’s surprisingly mediocre works as a lowly playwright.

Some of the banter though was sharp and funny. So I’m going to quote some of it. But before that, maybe I should give you a basic idea of the plot so you’re not entirely lost.

The setting’s are the terraces, gardens and yellow drawing rooms of the Victorian upper classes. The stiff upper lipped women indulge in typical womanly banter. There are all kinds of characters, the wife who has the husband by his balls, the unintelligent perplexed hostess, the visiting pretty American mouthy foreign visitor, a lowly clerk, the town gossip, a stereotypical lazy in-debt aristocrat, the self sacrificing priest and a host of others. Among those attending are a flirtatious middle-aged diplomat, his ex-flame (currently an ardent church-goer) and their illegitimate unaware son.

I mainly enjoyed the banter between the hilarious Mrs. Allonby and the Hero/Villain Lord Illingworth.

LORD ILLINGWORTH – “All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy.”

MRS ALLONBY – “No man does. That is his.”

LORD ILLINGWORTH – “I have been discovering all kinds of beautiful qualities in my own nature.”

MRS. ALLONBY – “Ah! Don’t become quite prefect all at once.” Do it gradually.”

LORD ILLINGWORTH – “ I don’t intend to grow perfect at all. At least I hope I shan’t. It would be most inconvenient. Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.”


“I think to elope is cowardly. It’s running away from danger. And danger has become so rare in modern life.”

“They say, Lady Hunstanton, that when good American’s die, they go to Paris.”

“Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We woman have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.”


“So much marriage is certainly not becoming. Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building.”

“I don’t believe in the existence of Puritan woman. I don’t think there is a woman in the world who would not be at least a little flattered if one made love to her. It is that which makes women so irresistibly adorable.”

“To get into the best society, one has to either – feed people, amuse people or shock people.”

“Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.”

“Men marry because they are tired. Women marry because they are curious. Both are disappointed.”

“The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married.”

“There is no secret of life. Life’s aim, if it has one, is simply to be always looking for temptations. There are not nearly enough. I sometimes pass a whole day without coming across a single one. It is quite dreadful. It makes one so nervous about the future.”

“No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman’s bonnet whether she has got a memory or not.”