Sunday, 31 December 2017

A Splinter

Today, out of the blue, Mom told me she sometimes feel guilty that I am not married probably because I have to take care of her.

I know it is supposed to make me happy. But somehow, I feel some small part of just died inside for her to think that way.

The human heart and mind can be such a mindfield sometimes.

Thursday, 21 December 2017

Movie Review: Tamam Miyiz (Are We OK?)

Stumbled upon this movie on Youtube during one of my usual forays of interesting stuff to watch, you know, beyond the usual Fail and Crash videos. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the thing.

The story to me in essence is about 2 people finding each other and then realising the value of how ones life can positively impact another. The delivery of this is done through a somewhat difficult to believe (forgive my logical head) dream sequence, where the protagonist, Temmuz, dreams of a young boy asking to find him. 

Temmuz, an artist who seems to be living a carefree and almost bohemian no-fucks-to-give lifestyle is stuck in an artistic rut, stemming from complicated relationship with his parents and significant other. 

Then on day, while with his agent/best friend, he sees the same exact boy in his dream, a disabled one at that, being wheeled around by an elderly woman. This shocks him into action and he shadows them to find a means to introduce himself.

Thoroughly intrigued, Temmuz devises a way to segue himself into their lives as a social work volunteer, offering a regular book reading session to the boy to answer the burning questions in his mind. 

The story arc picks up when Temmuz finally commences their reading session when Ihsan, the boy, pointblank asks him what does he want from them. Cornered, Temmuz decides to come clean and explain about his haunting dream. Surprised as Ihsan was, he accepts Temmuz's offer, in return for a favour - to be killed, so that in death he can meet God to ask if God loved him at all to have created him that way. What ensues after is the beginning of a unique relationship between the two and all those closest to them. 

I wont be spoiling the movie more than I already have, but I must declare that the movie had such a powerful impact on me I dwelled on it for days. 

The actors playing Temmuz and Ihsan respectively were very effective in their roles. I particularly appreciated how Ihsan, the disabled boy was the one who appeared emotionally stronger and centred despite his apparent situation and Temmuz the rich spoiled artiste being shaped by his encounter with Ihsan. It is a wonderful hypothesis of how one person can deeply affect another. 

As their relationship progresses, the spectre of Ihsan's request looms closer  as the dynamic of their shared passion and vigour grows. We are then confronted with the truth of Ihsan's desire contrasted against Temmuz unfocused approach to life.

The tale culminates in a heart pounding crescendo that will forever change their lives. I ended the movie feeling out of sorts and questioning if any of us could ever be in either Temmuz's or Ihsan's figurative shoes,

Of course, the film is not without its failings - the pacing, the supporting characters, and the general feeling of how convenient it all seemed, does affect the believability of the story. The sometimes cartoony CGI employed also detracted from the moment. The actors Deniz Celiloglu and Aras Bulut Iynemli to me, carried the entire emotional heft of the movie between themselves. Deniz keeping Temmuz's heart on the backburner and Aras displaying all using only his face and expressive eyes. 

Another bit I found to be worth of note is the Turkish language used in the film adds so much beauty, at moments sounding Arabic (or Abrahamaic in origin) and in others more aurally Hindi. It just rolls off their mouths with no jarring sounds and just flows into the balmy, sun-tinged videography.

For the time being, the movie can be found on YouTube and watched for free on the YT panel above or this link - . Feel free to view it and tell me what you think. 

I definitely consider this one of my favourite movie. 

Friday, 27 October 2017

Colours of Passion

Love the simple video, using colours to describe emotions. 

(JP Cooper, feat. Kojey Radical)

We've got a problem, sitting in front of two piles of albums
We were so happy the times that we bought them
All that we know about love is ending
All that we have learned
Helping you up when I don't even wanna
Carry in boxes of memories for ya
I'm not a smoker, but now I'm searching, for a light

I'll be having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh, hey
But it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you will be gone, hmm

We've got a problem, they're playing our song but
We're done with the dancing
It won't be long before everyone's asking
Wishing that we could still talk about it
You'll get all that we have got
Your own decisions will come back to haunt ya
And I'll be the ghost of the lover who lost ya.
Is there a way that we can talk about it? Oh, no

I'll be having a party
And all our friends are having a laugh, hey
But it's not so funny to me
When morning comes, you will be gone, hmm

We're just having a party
This feeling I got afew more rounds, hey
Nobody knows it than me
When morning come, you will be gone, ohh
When the music stops

I can never bite my tongue when I'm love drunk
Tell wisdom hold me back, you're fave to take a shot
Your destiny was chasing these dreams
Just got me lost, well, I've gone too far
Temptation when it may plan
These lemons are far too bitter, a double came on the rocks
This was never breaking news
(All that we've been through)
We might never get that time back, but never needed to
Wait for me, I am way too selfish, I am way too
Way too helpless, I am way too much
This can't be healthy for us
Understand we over stood like Badu
And Mali was us
When you told all I needed was trust
We'll make it work
Truth back and forth just make it less
Every piece of advice could fill the hass
Replace could only help you remember wealth
Why can't I smile when I'm happy for you?
Pop a bubble, tryi'na subtle
So you know this already, shouldn't have to tell you
Who cares if I make a scene?
This is my house, this was our home
Before you turned the lights out
Wisdom told me let her go, they told me that you'd come back
Your destiny's yours to chase
I try to keep up my tap
I promises on your finger
Your weapons upon my back
I promise to have my back
You promise that you'll be...