Dreaming of the making
Filed under Entertainment
I used to keep a paper and pencil at the bedside to write down whatever that I may remember of an early morning dream. This was more than a decade ago, and the paper has stayed blank all this time. (I vaguely remember converting a dream into a poem, I think it turned out to be horrible)
Yesterday, I had a dream about making a film — choosing the story, script writing, the casting, the narration, shooting locations, well, almost all the aspects of film making in a very detailed way. Even the film. This time when I woke up, I didnt have to write anything down, I had remembered most of it. The film is about a middle class woman whose husband one day doesnt come home from work. The story revolves around her search for husband, and what she discovers. The story needs some more work. But it has kind of given a fillip. Is this the definitive thing for life?
I am budgeting for, er, more dreams. Let’s see what comes in tonight 
Gender Equality
Filed under Writings
According to CP Surendran, gender equality exists in the higher societies, as in, the dog and the bitch gets the same biscuits! All this while.
I was browsing through the latest Femina at the dentist and paused on CP’s name. What’s he doing in Femina? Anyways, if one thought that the issue is with the lower societies, it apparently is not. Scientists have discovered that this faster growth of humans as compared to other animals is due to the fact that we chose to split the workload between genders — men to hunt and get food, women to grunt and feed the family.
I am sure we are not the only species to settle into this arrangement. On cosmetic difference, I think lions are better example than men. But having started writing for Femina now, I think CP definitely is trying seed some thoughts into the women of substance.
Standing emptiness
Or Why I made a category called POEMS:
You really dont need a category
to write something serious, but
there can always be value
to silly things you write as well.
But the fact is just this,
I write here, right now
only to fill in the space.
I cant stand emptiness,
no matter how many advices
that I get say, “son,
be tactful and considerate”
