Enter Monday

This is pretty much how I felt when the day began. Monday mornings always feel like this, even if it's for just a fleeting moment. New ideas dispel this mood. The nearing of "waves of crystallization" as he calls it. And then you are excited. Have much to read.

I was considering my reaction to the movie I watched on Saturday and perhaps it seemed a bit out of sync with the inertia of these days. The director and the lead actor on all their promotional campaigns said, "There are only two kinds of people in the world. Good people and bad people!" A mother telling this to a child to pacify him and thinking of it as an absolute tenet are two entirely different things. It lowered my expectations from the movie considerably. Very curious, what expectation does, sometimes even without our knowing.

When it comes to appreciating endeavours of an artistic nature, our parameters are far from absolute. The movie's autistic protagonist even mentions the "devil" at one point. As far as the equation between religion and extremism (and even terrorism) goes, the movie makes a very week argument but to me, that is not what it is about. It is about a man who does what be believes in. He braces himself against all odds, shows absolutely no bitterness towards the ones who wrong him, but reserves it for those who have larger destructive designs in mind. And like I had mentioned, much like Forrest Gump, the underlying driving force that moves both the protagonists is love, in its most abstract form.

What's interesting here is the point where the intensity of emotion overthrows reason for a while. And not just in the audience's appreciation for the movie.