SACRIFICE

OPENING SEQUENCE

SEMIOTIC GENIUS IN IMAGERY . . .LOOKING AT YOUR ACCOPLISHMENTS

THE SON FOLLOWS THE TRADITION IN THE END

Today I watched an amazing and mind boggling movie called Sacrifice by Tarkovsky! The best imagery I have yet seen and amazing conjugation of sound, light and pace. The performances are more monologues in approach but are definitely out of the world and amazing.

The movie very subtly deals with the ongoing war between scientific development and spiritual deficiency. The war between natural and synthesized versions of all virtues is also beautifully highlighted. Basically deals with the inner struggle of every human being and the extent to which one can be ruined or rebuilt by his own self. Amazing movie, but strictly for serious cinema buffs because there is not an ounce of “entertainment” value in the film. Of course if a challenge to your intellect is entertainment . . . then this film is 100% entertainment!

I was in my room today and I had finished most of my ‘to do’ things. I switched on my laptop and just gazed into it for three hours doing nothing. I was BLANK. I dint know what was wrong with me?

I feel like I don’t have anybody. It’s a strange feeling but I get it all the time. I am a born performer and I love having people around. People who understand me and who tally with my wave length. I don’t spend even a millisecond with people I have grown different from because the differences that we share will continue to hover on me and hamper my existence. I am with a lot of friends and I am bombarded with a lot of work to do. Every weekend I have a concert and so many new items to prepare. With all that I still find time to feel lonely! I don’t know why and how? Am I so hollow? I am not so sure!

I feel very alone and deprived. Deprived of a companion who can understand me and who can share his innate self with me? I feel deprived of an artistic dialogue. I am deprived of silent conversations and loud silences. I am deprived of artistic development and evolvement.

I wish Archana was around to discuss cinema and media, I wish Shreeti was around to talk to me about her parents fight and her dog blacky. … and yes that wonderful shot in that Iranian film !! I wish Vikram was around to discuss music and isms in art history and he concepts of composition and literature, I wish Sahu was around to crack jokes and suddenly hummn tunes and ragas together, I wish my sis in law was around to telling her funny office stories and all her adventures, I wish my sis was around blabbering never endingly about her shootings, I wish I had amma around to simply scold me foe not keeping the coffee mug in its place, I wish Phalgun was around so that we could go on a drive to some musical place, I wish sir was around pampering me and giving me word of encouragement to all the crazy things that I jump into . .

I wish I could be happy being alone . .. .. . . . . . all alone . . . . . . . .