Oh great, they put me in the same room as some M.Sc. chaps I don’t know very well. They hates me! Well atleast I get to choose my company for the journey.
Tomorrow we leave for Mysore for the first part of our department tour. I missed the last one because I just didn’t feel like going but this being the last year for me and all I thought, “Why not?” . So here I am, all paid up and ready to bunk my requisite two days of college. I was hoping we’d spend more time in cooler places (the original plan was Darjeeling), but I wanted to see Bangalore anyway and was planning to go this past weekend except when the time came I was broke. In any case, I’ll be leaving on the 14th, arriving on the 20th, so that’s 4 days of stuff to do. Yay! I like travelling, it’s lots of fun. As usual, I’ll be accompanied by my trusty still film Canon with rolls that cost 100 bucks each. Yeah, I can feel the pinch now
It’s been a very busy month, what with coming back from CMC Vellore at the beginning and then having to write exams that day and then going for the Fresher’s Auditions (some smart people there) and the College Auditions (this was nuts) and some other stuff. Seems like I’ll be missing Independence Day, but then I never put much store by that pointless ritual of saluting the flag. I’d do it, if only I didn’t have to do it with all those liars and thieves that claim to serve the people. Spoils the fun.
We’ll be back Monday morning and if I know my department they’ll be trying to get us to attend college that day. And if I know my classmates, they, the girls atleast, will. The guys probably won’t, except for one or two dedicated chaps. There’s this fellow who hates one class, so he attends every other class always, on time, never loses attendance and then when he’s calculated the number of days left is reasonable, he just won’t attend that class. Actually that was in the first year, with the Allied Physics class. Fascinating fellow. Clever. I tried that once, it ended with me just missing lots of classes because I used the “If I bunk this, no point attending that” logic which isn’t logic at all.
Anyway, see you on Monday!
UPDATE: Coincidentally, Marc has just posted saying that he won’t be going on his class tour because he doesn’t like the company. Ah well. Poor chap. My sympathies, Z.
I went to the Music Academy today, at 7.15 in the evening, expecting to see just another play. Some of those that have been part of the The Hindu Theatre Festival have been good, some not so good. This one was excellent. I’ve seen quite a few of the plays shown here and this one is possibly the most immersive one I’ve seen.
The Ristorante Immortale is possibly in the middle of nowhere (it certainly has no customers), but has five characters, each with their own idiosyncrasies; the boss who seems to show unwavering faith in the potential for his restaurant to succeed, the cook who seems perpetually grumpy, and three waiters, an old one who’s always trying to keep up, a vain young fellow who’s always examining his own reflection in cutlery, and the new guy, eagerly trying to stamp his place. The best part is how well the actors show emotion, remarkable because they speak no words and have oversized masks for heads. Slumped shoulders, shuffling feet or a bright, brisk walk make you almost picture the mask speaking. How could something be so sad and so funny?
The five seem to live their little lives wanting to believe that there is a purpose. Each day they prepare the restaurant for patrons and at night, they each immerse themselves in their dreams, something that is almost tragic considering the circumstances they’re in. There’s bullying, there’s hilarious cartoon chases, and some very nice accordion music but the comedy is interspersed with moments of complete melancholy. Frankly, this is the best show I’ve seen as part of this Theatre Festival, and considering the near complete standing ovation the players were given, I’d say most shared my belief.
This is the pinnacle of the Golden Age of Comics, and is characteristic of the work of Fletcher Hanks. The way he thinks up origins for his super-villains is hilarious, and the nutjobs that result are like something out of a surrealist comedy movie about incredibly bad luck. For example, take the origin of Professor Zomax. Brilliant! Simply brilliant! Makes even Venusian Leopard Women shooting from Head-Guns while riding Space Lizards look tame. Sir, I take off my hat to thee. Your skill with the legendary weapon Copy-Paste will be remembered forever, passing from history to legend but never to myth.
For more Comics of the Absurd (forgive me, Eugène), go to Mister Kitty’s Comics. Oh jesus, the craziness.
Update: For a book on Fletcher Hanks that includes some of his more obscure stories and a commentary, look at I shall destroy all the civilised planets.
The World Public Library is offering a whole bunch of ebooks free. I’m downloading the entire sci-fi collection to see if any are good. Unfortunately there’s no way to see if a book’s good except if you read it, so I’m going to have to go through the many megabytes till I comment. I’ll also get some of the classics. Really, there’s no way I can download all 10,000 of those!