No, I won't change my heading to get you in here

Blogging, i would like to propose is, something like the eye-opening in the garden of Eden. It has brought with it a self consciousness that has changed us forever. God forbid, hindered. Needless to say, it is for many like me, the only hope of being read. Or who am i kidding, i am extraordinary, a little. I watched Leader. By Ranjan Ramanayeke, and it was absolutely brilliant.
While there is some ambiguity among pseudo intellectual circles about whether the humour was deliberate or not.





I also read a bit on Google books on kiran desai's book. The splendid wondrous thing opens, "The Mist moved slowly across the mountains like a water creature".

Also, brilliant, is of course, dilly-dallying's blog, and Harold Pinter's Screen Play collection. He steps back and forth in time, creating real characters in all his plays, particularly, the Reunion, the Proust Screen Play, and the Servant. You won't be able to read it until i return the book to british council tomorrow.

Anita Desai is a disappointment, because everytime she describes something, you hope to see your childhood, your great grand mother, your lane down the road, but alas it's someone else's. You shout stop, stop, when she writes because you know what she is talking about, or rather, where she she is taking you back to. She has inherited her daughter's syntax, best and stylishly described, as alternative. "Fire on the Mountain," please.

I am also convinced that communism is the way forward, and have been intrigued that in a country where 70% are poor, they vote capitalist. Even the poor people vote UPFA. Socialist yes, to an extent not nearly as much as the LSSp or the JVP could be.

It seems through much prayer, the joy is gently stealing in to work again. Thankful for that.