So, I finally made it before the movie was out. 15 park avenue. It ddnt live upto the expectations I had, but then again I tend to expect too much from everything. I loved the movie nonetheless. I was warned. Though, I dont necessarily say I did, and not entirely atleast but in bits, yes I did, I identified with her :) I am glad she made it home, cuz hardly any of us ever do. A delusion it was, and an accomplished one at that. There was this loathsome hoopla in the theatre when the movie ended. I fail to understand why must we always succumb to this compulsion, this abounding need for things to make sense. Why cant people just accept ambiguity and move on ?!
And after prody's raving reviwes for Mr & Mrs. Iyer I need to catch that one. Sigh, I always miss the good ones.
I wonder if I ever will find my very own 15, Park Avenue ?! Well until then, I surely wanna visit the chattai clad walls of calcutta and bhutan. I want to go on a holiday and I want to sit and I want that someone to ask, Shall we have some chai ? Yes, lets :) Lets !!
hehehe.. "shall we some chai?"
ReplyDeletedamn, i always go for the mochacinno!
;-)
...hmmm i want some chai too...Ct dont forget me... :-( and OA: lets yes lets... :-) in all its glory...
ReplyDeleteI want to leave a really smart comment here about 15 park but I can't think of anything.
ReplyDeleteSuffice to say I loouuuuvved the whole coming home bit,