What is an idea? Just a random thought that flirts with your gray cells when a butterfly in Hawai'i flutters its wings? Not quite - an idea is something deeper. It is the understanding and appreciation of a sequence of events that sneaks in through the doors of your sub-conscious and jolts those gray cells. Sometimes these ideas are momentous, like the grand idea of holding the Commonwealth Games in an, mostly, impoverished nation. But sometimes, they lead to movies like 'Inception'.

Let me first represent the inner fanboi and get him out of the way. Absolutely.Brilliant.Period.*panting hard*

There. Done. Now, to something disappointing. Let me state one assumption first. This was a work of science fiction which relied on some, amazingly, imaginative and expensive graphics to get across a relatively simple story - dreams within dreams within dreams surrounded by the ether of limbo. Will anyone explain to me now, why anybody would go expecting to see a believable story? A story about betrayal, love and random coincidences affecting the lives of the protagonists? Is this 'Ghosts of Girlfriends Past'? Why have people lost the urge to unfetter their imagination and take in a movie, not as a reflection on society and laden with hidden,inner meaning, but as an outlet of creativity, waiting to absorb us, the viewers, into the story and make us peripheral characters?

If there has been a recent movie which has attempted to gauge the role of NPCs this was it. Projections of people, hazily or clearly remembered, over the gulf of time play a bigger part in the proceedings than anyone else. How difficult is it then to loose yourself into the mazes for under 150 minutes and to spirit yourself away into worlds that never were, that never will be? No, no I am not asking you to become a D&D fanatic and name your first born, Eomer. All I am saying is suspend belief and enjoy the movie on its own worth. All this pseudo philosophical blabber is disappointing. The worse culprits are the ones who apply OOP principles. Limbo is shared state or singleton, my arse!

Stories do not need to obey physics. If they did we wouldn't read the Ramayana or the Odyssey. They are an outporing of creation. How many of you have found 'Two States' believable? Has anyone heard of people eating Molagai Podi without Idhayam? Still, pander to prejudices and get away with it. Pander to creativity beyond the accepted physical dimensions and get crucified. Un-effing-believable.The breadth of creative genius that has Nolan making a freaking train go through Manhattan and have Paris tilt itself on the perpendicular is plain amazing. In any case, why search for logic when you can see Ellen Page for 30 minutes and go home happy?

Good stories are tough to adapt into movies which arouse your imagination. To dismiss such a movie because you fail to immerse yourself in it; that is just mean-spirited.

Hiatus and returns

To the one dedicated reader, thanks for sitting it out and retaining me on your RSS reader. I have a feeling, the number of posts are slightly going to go up.

So, it has been 5 months since the last post. A very, very interesting and exciting 5 months. There are things which still are murky and cannot be revealed, exciting nevertheless.

In the last 5 months, Hawai'i happened. It was the most brilliant week of my life. Even waiting for a hour and half at the local laundromat in Volcano, HI was awesome. Words fail me - they truly do. It would be easier to describe the half-remembered visions at daybreak, when the toothpaste hits the right spot on the gums. Describing Hawai'i on the other hand - pretty much impossible. The beauty of Kauai, the lushness of Maui, the volcanoes and isolation of Hawai'i - where could I start and where would I finish? And the beaches - the red, green, yellow, white and black sand beaches, everyone of them felt like a tiny universe. Even walking on the tiny 100 meter wide Red sand, clothing optional, beach at Kahilulu, was like stepping off the rim of our discworld and falling off, unheard, unseen onto a different cosmos.

This is one memory I am only going to share with SWMBO. 7 days in paradise which only belong to *us* and which we shall, both, guard selfishly and cherish as we grow older, together. Unlike Rick and Ilsa, we shall have, always, our Hawai'i.