Some questions...

Warning: a lot that follows is slightly cliché. But this is an attempt to soothe my mind… Some questions about the modern world of the city-

Why are cinema tickets so exorbitantly priced today?

Why are multiplexes so noisy, so crowded and why does everyone’s face there look the same?

Why does everyone only talk in English at all the counters at all the big shops and theatres today?

Why does the coke have so much ice?

Why aren’t small single screen theatres at least reasonably clean and their projection and sound systems reasonably well- functioning?

Why don't they have caramel popcorn?

In a multiplex, how cheap is it that only the 2 rows closest to the screen are priced 20 rupees less (silver class)?

Is the multiplex doing us poor students and the slightly less well-off sections of the miniscule section of the city population which comes there, a big, magnanimous favour by letting us into its posh complex without first checking our wallets for a minimum sum of money?

Why don’t people sit through the end credits of any film? Why are the end credits cut before they have run fully?

Why do the lights never go off at the first scene and always come on at times during the last scene itself?

Why do we have to bear the ‘Rasabhang’ of a completely unrelated, cheap, techno song start blaring on the sound system automatically at the interval, everytime, no matter which film is actually on?

Why doesn’t anyone in the multiplex management so apathetic about this?

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Why are photographs mass printed?

Why do they change the contrast and brightness and colours of my photograph without consulting me?

Why are those women at the counters in these photoprinting chains so rude and snobbish when they do not even know how to load a camera properly?

Why are the girls always at the counter and the men always doing the ‘technical’ work in the glass walled room with the printing machines?

To be continued....

something light for starters

this is to be read as a rock and roll song... :)

Sitting around

I’m sitting, just sitting

Watching the world go by.

Coz sometimes I don’t wanna be a part of it

I like the objectivity

Sometimes I can’t keep pace with it

Life’s too fast for me

But then, I sure don’t wanna be all alone

I need some company

That’s why I’m sitting, just sitting on the brink

Watching the world go by

I’m just sitting, just sitting

Watching the world go by...

Coz sometimes things seem too big to handle

Life is cold and calculative

Sometimes I feel like a dot in space

I think I need some perspective

There’s no place to go, but round and round

I have no alternative

That’s why I’m sitting, just sitting up here

Watching the world go by

I’m just sitting, just sitting

Watching the world go by

Coz sometimes I feel I’m losing focus

I see my life as a blur

Sometimes I feel things should be bold and different

Why is everything so familiar?

But they say, it’s gotta be here and it’s gotta be now

Life is so particular

That’s why I’m sitting, just sitting and rebelling

Watching the world go by

I’m just sitting, just sitting

Watching the world go by...

kickstart

hello,

i have no idea why my blog is called rage of reason. i just took up Sartre's Age of Reason and put it back down. maybe that's why...

i read this somewhere and i like to think applies to me:
''i can either have the self
or i can have consistent behaviour.
i cannot have both.''

that might do as an introduction right now. the rest will be pretty evident through my mutually contradictory views and wonderings.

so, here i am, all new and wide-eyed in the world of blogging. all i know is i can write anything here and maybe some people will come to read me. that's pretty exciting.

so here goes...