Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Twilight Saga


At last, I watched the Twilight's Breaking DAwn Part 1...

My feelings for this movie has always been gray. I can't decide whether I like it or not , or it is worth my wampum and time.  I definitely like LOTR, HP and Narnia , but Twilight is one of those movies that when someone asks me whether I like it , I can only reply ‘Hmmmm…”.

So ,why I headed for the movie today?

One of my few friends here in VA named Ate Christine has a huge crush on Robert Pattinson and so do I. Though Edward Cullen’s smile can be creepy, there is an ethereal part of it that inexplicably affects me. I guess that’s why he is called a vampire.

Unlike , Harry Potter, LOTR and Narnia, I haven't read the  Twilight book before I purchase a movie ticket so there is that element of surprise. I am also a  sucker for love triangle ,  so Jake’s existence,  for me, added  spice to the story.

I guess I am also a hopeless romantic and proud of it. For me a story is not a story if there is no facet of serendipity, rebellion, tragedy and exuberant devotion . Have you seen Bella almost killing herself for the love of Edward?

Per my research, Twilight’s author is a practicing and devout member of the church of LDS. I love her for adding purity of marriage in the book. What made that honeymoon in Brazil so fresh and thrilling  was that they were doing the act of love for the first time. Kind of funny too after seeing its aftermath, don’t you think? Wink!

Yet, why am I hesitant to give this saga at least a three-star mark?

I don’t like the character of Bella. Period. She is a disgrace to women.  I can’t understand why a century-old and wise person oops vampire like Edward would fall for her. Have you seen how fragile and depressed she was just because Edward was nowhere to be seen in the previous movie? I always hate the saying” you complete me” and that is how she acts for Edward. One’ cant love when one is not complete. I guess she just caught one  of my peeves---- weak women who can’t live without their men.

Then, there is the story plot. And sorry to disappoint you, it all revolves around protecting Bella and supporting her whimsical and selfish decision. Codes and treaties were deemed unsacred for the love of Bella. Is she worth it?Yeah, I sound so jealous of her , right? Well at least Frodo’s supporter knows they are having a hard time fighting the Orcs so that the ring can be destroyed or Cedric Diggory died knowing he’s helping Harry Potter destroy Voldemort. 

Yes,  a story is not a story without a tragedy but not a tragedy solely for the evil family . So far, who died among the Cullen family? Who sacrifice for the greater good  ( if indeed there is a greater good) ? 

Oh well,  I haven’t made up my mind about this saga.  For all it’s worth, I enjoyed watching it with Ate Christine  and talking about it with my friends online.






Monday, October 10, 2011

What is it like?

Today is another blue-sky day and yet another day more towards winter. The leaves have changed their monotone colors and have started evolving into a fire dance. Gone are the days where the wind brings in a symphony of humdrum songs from the ice cream truck and giggles of innocent children in the street. The parks have called it a rest and succumbed to the silence of the beaches and woods till spring comes in their midst. Oh the fall indeed ushered the great winter and such passage is a perpetual mystery.

Everyone around me is silent and the leaves seem to be sleeping. Where are the deer that pay visit at my backyard and brave the evil plans of humanity? The trains are still in a far away land and their sounds will yet wake me up in my slumber or will they be delayed? I am aware that what I perceived as happening is not true. The world is moving on, without any thought of a destination. Everyone I guess is living, with a purpose on their cups. They have beliefs of immortality, thus they creep into whatever crevices they find themselves jovial. No thoughts of consequences, or what ripples it can cause in the river of life. No guilt to answer to or shadows to fear for. Their road continues without end . Free yet bounded by self and the vulnerability of being alone in a wide and stark desert.

I envy them not though I am one of them. I desire for the life of those who are immovable when death calls them in . They live their life the same as before whether misery ushers them in its hall of tears. They have found adventures in the mundane of life and only them have embraced the exquisite beauty of poverty . Nothing can shake their footstool . Each of their moment is a chance for weaving their tapestry of eternal life. Why can’t I not one of them?