Run Lola Run

So what if one cant rewind and control time like Lola? What if time rewinds by itself? Week after week, he goes through roughly the same things - he meets the same people, goes to the same classes, sits at roughly the same places. The things taught, the places they cross paths or the clothes he wears may change, but the emotional setting remains.

Will he do something about it? Or will he wait till time stops rewinding itself so that he can then wish for time to rewind? He wants to talk to her.

The director ponders what his character should do when time rewinds itself once more for the 14th time.

Unreal realism

He just realized that reality checks suck the fun out of life. They do not stimulate his creativity. They make an already boring life much more boring. He now needs to decide whether to live a creative but unreal life, or a boring but real life. His mind screams for an unreal life but somehow it doesnt feel right. He's stuck at the crossroad....

... thinking. But there's no real hurry though - he shall take his time.

The First

I'm on the verge of doing something about it. And if I really do something about it, I need to thank Jeanne Pierre Jeunet and Amélie and a handful of others.

I remember writing in "Jeunet: To love or to hate?" (Oct 09) the following:

"I've been thinking about one of the things that I wrote:

Perhaps Jeunet hopes for the introvert among us to realize the need to ‘go and get him, for Pete’s sake’ and not wait for things to happen. Through Dufayel, Jeunet screams to the cowards among us: ‘You can take life’s knock. If you let this chance go by, eventually your heart will become …dry and brittle’.

Will the introvert among us ever make things happen? Or will they let chances after chances go by? I ask myself this questions because despite having written and read what I wrote countless times, I let yet another chance go by a couple of hours before class. I saw her as I walked down the stairs toward the computer terminals."

I remember writing in "The Girl"(Jun 09) the following:

"Some do leave you with a pretty sweet impression. Many did. Many could still do.

But should one ever decide if the impression left is the sweetest? Or should one simply wait for the next sweet impression.... and then the one after that... and ..."

While walking back home yesterday evening, I was thinking. And I realized that no matter how much my feelings may be for her, the feeling may most probably not be mutual. While the idealistic-and-romantic-fairy-tale-ending-loving me would like to believe the 1% chance that it might be mutual, the logical-analytical-probability-and-statistics-hating me have accepted the 99% probability of it NOT being mutual.

But while the old me would have not bothered doing anything about it based on the probability, the me that i knew was in me somewhere will.

I guess the answers to my questions were in me all along.

The Tempest

The lecture on The Tempest by William Shakespeare was certainly the most boring. I was tempted to give it a miss - like the other half of the class - but decided to sit through anyways. If there's a time to know more about Shakespeare, this was it. Interesting how The Tempest was believed to be the final play written by Shakespeare and that Prospero could be seen Shakespeare himself. Never would I have seen Caliban as a representation of a victim of colonialism.

If there's one thing that I'll remember, it'll be how Shakespeare retired from writing at the age of 47. Writing didnt seem like a regular job where one can simply submit a letter of resignation or retire. Ive always thought that one writes because of one's passion.