It's decided now - tomorrow morning I'm going to watch English Vinglish all alone. Mother says I shouldn't even wish to look for any entertainment till my daughter is 4, my father is as confused as I am, V seems busy in her own world and P says he's above all this silly kind of fun. Fine, I say and in a first time attempt for me, hope to watch a movie all by myself. I'm looking forward to it.
Sometimes I think it's foolish to depend on others for your happiness. And sometimes I don't know if being a working woman is more of a bane than any boon; you are trying to be many things at the same time but not really being even one - neither a full-fledged career-woman, nor a guilt-free housewife. And just because you are earning, men seem to think that you don't have any needs at all but it is only their slogging-at-home mothers and sisters and sisters-in-law who need all the understanding and care. I wonder what kind of sunset our generation will have.
We all watched ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರ yesterday and in spite of discussions, some questions remain. Why the supposedly grief-stricken Chandri should seek bodily pleasure instead of pure understanding and support and why one accidental(if it was accidental) transgression should make it so easy for PraNeshacharya to cross other hitherto-sacred boundaries...I'm going to watch more of Kannada movies of this era and genre if I can get them.
Exams are midway and I'm reminded of the perpetual feeling of a knotted stomach, the excitement of carrying Ashu Teacher's fountain pen, the dampner of my sweaty palms and above all, the tension of maths exams. It was unbearable and I would get into all sorts of troubles even for a routine test. I would yawn and yawn and by the time I entered the classroom, I would end up with a severe headache and in 9th standard I even vomitted badly and had to abandon my paper altogether.
Sometimes I think it's foolish to depend on others for your happiness. And sometimes I don't know if being a working woman is more of a bane than any boon; you are trying to be many things at the same time but not really being even one - neither a full-fledged career-woman, nor a guilt-free housewife. And just because you are earning, men seem to think that you don't have any needs at all but it is only their slogging-at-home mothers and sisters and sisters-in-law who need all the understanding and care. I wonder what kind of sunset our generation will have.
We all watched ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರ yesterday and in spite of discussions, some questions remain. Why the supposedly grief-stricken Chandri should seek bodily pleasure instead of pure understanding and support and why one accidental(if it was accidental) transgression should make it so easy for PraNeshacharya to cross other hitherto-sacred boundaries...I'm going to watch more of Kannada movies of this era and genre if I can get them.
Exams are midway and I'm reminded of the perpetual feeling of a knotted stomach, the excitement of carrying Ashu Teacher's fountain pen, the dampner of my sweaty palms and above all, the tension of maths exams. It was unbearable and I would get into all sorts of troubles even for a routine test. I would yawn and yawn and by the time I entered the classroom, I would end up with a severe headache and in 9th standard I even vomitted badly and had to abandon my paper altogether.
I wonder what kind of sunset our generation will have.
ReplyDeleteGood one!