Des mots..

I picked up Jean-Paul Sartre's novel Nausea today. The introduction was rather depressing. And so was the bit of online research that I decided to do upon him. It reminded me of a piece of writing I did back when I was 15, in Delhi, celebrating miscarriages. I guess 'celebration' is too fruity a word...lets say I saw light in the deaths of unborns. I felt they were quite blessed, really. After remembering that, Sartre and the introduction to him, felt like fruitcake. I suddenly like that word...fruit..and its associates..fruity, fruitsome, fruitlike..feels juicy..and reminds me of life,vitamins and citric acid. Whoa...I just realized..the words vita-mins and vita-lity have a lot in common..damn..the wonders of blogging. And just thinking of fruit makes me want to get started on my French essay, which I had otherwise intended to procrastinate till the middle of the week.
On the other front, I watched, over the weekend, one of the most famous films of all time..a film called Un Chien d'Andalou..co-directed by Luis Buneul and the famous surrealist artist, Salvador Dali. It's a short film..approximately 17 minutes long..and was highly controversial in its day. While I feel that I have made better film (do pardon the arrogance)..I did see moments of brilliance in Un Chien d'Andalou, and I can see why it would be considered revolutionary in its day. Here is the link, should anyone care to watch it:

http://tesla.liketelevision.com/liketelevision/tuner.php?channel=1099&format=movie&theme=guide

Au revoir mes amis.