Hello my friends,
Well thats the only way I can qualify any relationship. Thats the only way I have learnt and thats the only way one should learn. Sorry thats one radical streak that constantly keeps peeping out of my usually calm exterior. Have always been a sucker for Hollywood heroes. Remember Humphrey Bogart?? Richard Blain??
Who claims to stick his neck out for nobody does it at the every possible opportunity.
It has always been like this with me. It has always happened like this. One book, one movie, one poem has so much shaped my mind's landscape and perhaps I consciouly tried to contour it on the lines of them.
This movie, I had first seen on television, on the channel that everybody hates today, good old Doordarshan.
Rick hit me so badly, that I still am reeling from that punch. Every bit of the movie keeps me haunting the moment I let my mind slip off the rails.
It is a nice refuge actually. To find an objective correlative or simply put just a cushion. To fall back on when the back refuses to keep the head high. It happens sometime to everybody, I suppose. And everybody has his or her corner to hide, to rest or to relax.
Let this be my corner. That's why I have named it Casablanca.
Meet me here, my friends
2 comments:
Casablanca- quite true- and most apprropriate -that is perhaps you
Rick had forsaken the world after Paris- his cafe became a refuge-yet the world did infringe on his particular little island- so much in existence encroaches on our spaces- our purely private worlds- Do they disturb us? shatter beliefs? refine sensibilities? redefine our sheer human potential?
Finally your are putting your thoughts to creative use!Refreshing to read. Looks like you have found satisfaction in life.
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