College days....fading images....fresh memories...

the untold stories....

My saturday evenings weren't generally spent at home! But today, I did not feel like moving out and did not make any effort to do so...Just spoke with a couple of friends over the phone and thought of watching some movie - ofcourse from my 'classics' DVD collection - thought of watching something from Akira Kurosawa...and thats when something struck. Why not continue reading his auto-biography (I had already read nearly 75 percent of it).

Thought seemed okay and I Picked it up and instead of continuing from where I had stopped, thought of browsing the initial pages randomly!!! I was very happy about this 'Random browsing' idea....just started to read a couple of pages (incidents) and then moved to some other period of his life and then to some other...it was very good that way!!!

It was then I crossed the place where he talked about his elder brother. Even when I read it for the first time, I was very much influenced by this part. It's Akira's brother who introduced 'foreign cinema' to him and it was he who suggested good movies for Akira to watch. And his brother read a lot of literature and also had a lot of creative talent. He went on to become a successful narrator (silent films age)....and Akira recollects that had he lived longer, probably he would have become a very good film-maker!! But he did not live long...

Its not about this one person...in general, in every auto-biography we come across a lot of characters other than the person who narrates his(her) life....but have we ever thought, in detail, about that character which forms just a very small part of the auto-biography?! That character itself is a human being and that human-being would have had an equally happening life and (s)he would have had a thousand stories to share....but those stories never come to light...they just dis-appear.....

I all of a sudden closed the book and started to think of Akira's brother - with the very little detail that Akira had given about his brother! He would have had his own version of incidents that Akira is now narrating....he would have wanted to share a lot of things....lot of stories....but those stories went un-told...un-heard!!!

Strangely, R.K.Narayan's life had a similar story. RKN's brother was very very well-read and it was he who introduced literature to RKN. And RKN mentions about his uncle, whom he lived with when he was in his grand-mother's house as a kid, as an amatuer photographer! The uncle was in college then....who spent most of his time photographing, developing them, reading and writing. He was also part of his college drama troop and explained to him Shakespear's dramas and stuff....this character would have had a thousand dreams....a thousand stories....which we'll never get to read...probably Akira's brother was equally talented as Akira, if not more,...RKN's brother and uncle too....but we know only Akira Kurosawa and R.K.Narayan.....

I've always thought about this....every human being has dreams...every human being has untold stories....and those stories go un-told.....un-heard...forever.....
we live in a world which celebrates success....failures and average people arent looked upon...unfortunately the number of failure stories are far more than the success stories and the efforts that failed never come out to light....the effort afterall would have been the same...the passion would have been the same....but it's the result that ultimately matters, they say!

So, with this post, what did I want to write?!!

Probably something like this, I am not sure....

Every human being has equal number of stories and experiences worth sharing....unfortunately most go unshared....probably if we show more interest in observing people...a few stories might unfold... and this world, that we live in, belongs to successful people and I somehow beleive un-sucessful people or the failures have more stories to share.........very unfortunate they dont have anyone to share them with - not even fellow failures....probably if they have someone to listen to their stories...they would feel a little better....but they can't complain - can they?!

And people - start writing diary (if u arent writing already thatis) - let the world know the 'real you' atleast through that, when we dont belong to this place any more.......if not the world, atleast the close ones....our life is worth sharing - isn't it?!

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Kanneer illamal....Valigal illamal....varalaru illai....vaazhkai illai...

THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION!!!!!

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.

These walls are funny. First you hate them then you get used to them. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized

Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.

What're you talking about?

Hope

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane

Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies

I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

She was beautiful. God I loved her. I just didn't know how to show it, that's all. I killed her, Red. I didn't pull the trigger, but I drove her away. And that's why she died, because of me.

I was in the path of the tornado... I just didn't expect the storm would last as long as it has

Get busy living, or get busy dying!!!!

uravugal palavitham....

Change is the only constant!