Notes from the week gone by....

Its Sunday evening and usually the time of day when I begin to start feeling stressed. Monday morning means another spate of conversations at work to discuss the way ahead and the greater emphasis on what one must do and what one has not done so far. I am sure for most of us the blues begin earlier than monday.

The last week was another not so eventful one but I can tick off the calendar and smile at myself for passing through these days too. Had a terrible sprain on my shoulder and that meant I could not go to the gym. Strangely, I have not been somebody who was much into sports but in the last few months I have become hooked to exercising and when I am unable to make it to the gym for any reason it fills me with guilt. I am missing those hours of sweating the mind and body out. I hope I would be able to go back there by the coming wednesday and get back to my routine.

I watched Khoya Khoya Chand, a much awaited movie and not to my surprise my friends did not like the movie much. I saw myself defending the movie. I think it is a mediocre movie with a good script but some failed moments. Some performances are brilliant and others can be ignored. I did like the spirit of the film though and what failed me entirely is the fact that they have attempted to make is a classy film and the moment the effort shows somewhere the movie has failed in that sense. I would still recommend it to my friends and certainly welcome their opinion.

I am reading An Equal Music for sometime now and I must admit that the book just draws me by its sheer simplicity of words and expression. I remember wanting to put the book down before even finishing the first 50 pages but after making that effort to leaf past the 50th page, I was in for a pleasant surprise. The recklessness in a man can leave him wanting for all that he had ceased to desire and the impossibility of it certainly makes it even more desirable. I believe that many of us are just plain mourners and just need and excuse to believe they are suffering at the hands of their own doing or the doing of somebody else. I know of alteast one person who is like that and any of you can guess who it is. Of course I am talking about myself here. There is a line in the book that just seemed so apt and not putting it down here would be unfair.

"From time to time my doubts disperse, and seem to appraise the scene from a perspective where, against its custom, the past rises to bless, not haunt, and where every impossibility seems possible again."