i love Proof. the movie.


i think it's one of the best movies i've seen in recent times. and i love, love, love Gwyneth Paltrow. i think she's brilliant.


and this is the only thing that's ever made me wish that i hadn't donated all my math books. it's not like i was ever great in math or anything, but this movie sort of reminded me of the rush you get from solving problems. it actually makes me want to sit down with my books and start doing calculus all over again. in fact, that was one of my (several thousand) grand plans that never really worked. somehow, i always wanted to go back and do a lot of calculus. probably just so i could prove to myself that i'm not stupid after all, but then it just never happened. it just turned into one of those things.


but i still miss that high.


i wish i hadn't given up or let go so easily...


ah well.

sometimes,
i really don't think i need anything else as long as i have an endless supply of classical music.

somehow,
everything else becomes insignificant when i listen to a rendering of Piloo by Ali Akbar Khan or a Desh by Vilayat Khan.

thank you AIR.

i'm back. it's good to be back. it took a long time, much longer than i thought it would, but here i am.
it's almost like coming back home.somehow.
i wanted to write a whole of stuff, but then, starting up the damn thing took up a lot of time-like i thought it would-and now i can't wait to see what it looks like. silly, i know, but i've been away for a long time you know...and this feels a little like visiting a familiar place after a long time. even if you'd like nothing better than to sit in your favourite corner and look out of the window, you can't do that until you've walked all over the place - peered into each room, made sure that the trees haven't walked away, and the old bookshelf still looks as dusty and crammed as ever - looking for what might have changed, while secretly hoping that everything's still the same, just as you'd left it.
forgive the rambling.
so here i am, with the same template too! lack of creativity you might say, but then i crave familiarity.
this is it then. the return of the yippeehippie!