Everything Else Is Rubble
The administrative office in front of the main building. In this age of endless information, I sometimes pause and realize something strange. I am drowning in information, but starving for memories. Every day, my mind absorbs hundreds of headlines, messages, videos, opinions, and notifications. Most of them vanish without a trace. Yet when I stop for a moment, memories from forty years ago return with astonishing clarity. Today, for some reason, my thoughts wandered back to my school and its teachers. I remember my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Carol at Little Angels. She was Anglo-Indian, impeccably dressed, and absolutely determined that every letter I wrote should sit neatly within the four lines of my notebook. Not touching the ceiling. Not falling through the floor. Perfectly contained. I don't remember what I had for lunch three days ago. But I remember those four lines. My first-grade teacher, Ms. Alice at BP Indian Public School, was...
Hi Praveen,
ReplyDeleteI guess you are finally catching up with me. By the way do you still think that Sharon Stone was not the killer in Basic Instict? We can argue about it if you still think so. Hope you understood the movie Momento. You still have to see Usual Suspects and Equilibrium.
I think by now your opposition to home theater is dead.
Welcome to the real world.
-Yadu
Praveen,
ReplyDeleteA persons who thinks Academy & Oscar are two diferent Awards has no right to watch & talk about Hollywood Movies . I suggest you to Forget all those English movies that you have on your wishlist for this holidays and watch how many ever Tamil & Hindi movies you want and sail in see of euphoria.