Saturday, September 08, 2007

Books and shit and shitty books

Something's happened...I haven't been able to finish a single book for the last couple of months. I seem to be picking up books that just don't hold my attention and I have been buying page turners...they just make me turn over...and sleep. I want to pick up an old favorite and read it again but I'm afraid what if I can't finish that too...may be I've lost focus.
Yesterday I was picking up a card with a message from a set of Angel cards. two times out of three it said- Focus. Everyone says Aag is a stupid fillum. I really want to see it. I have such trouble believing everyone else. In college people would orgasm over films that I slept through. I don't trust people with movies.
I want to talk about Radio again. I recently read a beautiful post on a friend's blog about Forces Requests. ( http://www.personalpresumptions.blogspot.com/) I have such beautiful memories of radio. Being about five years old and listening to Sangam programme every sunday morning. My father has a wonderful memory of me being very young and sitting with him listening to the radio. They asked the listeners to recognise the song from the beginning notes. I started singing- ' Aayega Aayega Aayega aane wala' and I was right. My father was happy and amazed. It's strange how one's childhood is mostly made up of memories of the parents and the elders more than one's own.
There are flashes that I remember of my childhood but my parents remember the entire vision. I wonder if I would want to remember my entire childhood if given the choice. There's a reason why we forget some things and remember others.
Like I remember this story my father used to tell me. I just remember that it had a horse which drank kerosene and then couldn't stop running and crapping at the same time. I remember laughing at this story till I rolled over in pain and then asked my father to tell it over and over again. He always obliged.
Someone recently told me that kids go through several phases like Oral Fixation and then Anal Fixation and such like. Point being that there is a stage when they love potty jokes. I know little about child psychology but I laughed really hard at all the potty jokes this person's 8 yr old daughter told me. So may be I have an anal fixation. Sigh! psychologists I tell you analyse everything to the point that spontaenity dies an unceremonious death.

1 comment:

Gazal said...

The RADIO deserves a full blog on it......

Yes,me too find some potty jokes funny,especially when lil children and adults who behave like lil children narrate them !!!!

thank you for making me famous !!!!