Nondescript filmmaker

I have no idea how I will survive after a few months. There's so much to do, to prepare to leave. So much pain to bear over the loss of my home, my roots. New buildings will come, new people will come, new character will come at the cost of my refuge. I am but a little speck in the scheme of the infinite universe. Wish I go soon like the flicker of a match.

On my first day at school, I was sitting with 40 other children, wondering why most of them were crying. I wanted all of them to shut up and get on with the story sessions that we were invited to. None of those kids or the 600 others that I knew are what they claim to be to their kids today. Most parents put themselves on pedestals and pretend to be model kids in their time. I kind of got the drift in my early years that my parents were bluffing. Bluffing drains meaning from words and leave them empty. So when words spring out at me with pompousness, I sleep peacefully with my eyes open. I have been desensitized to words; often even my own.

(Am posting this review of a review that I wrote long ago since it continues to be relevant. It is a strong reaction to the glut of poor film reviewers, who have un-arted the skill of film reviewing. Without understanding the craft of filmmaking and some history, how can anyone assess the significance of the work done in any film?) The review of Ae Dil Hai Mushkil : https://www.newslaundry.com/2016/10/28/adhm-review-ranbir-aishwarya-show-you-how-boring-a-love-story-can-be Deepananja Pal, there is a viewer who liked Aishwarya Rai's red shade of lipstick, there's another who liked Anushka's clothes, and another who liked the European backdrop of Ae Dil Hai Mushkil (ADHM) and therefore liked the movie. Your review is as useless as their opinion of the film. A good reviewer should not use movies as a vehicle for seeking self-importance and validation. I am sorry, but there is a craft to writing a review. Just because most writers who get a platform on well-known websites or for...