A late night flick and few scattered thoughts...

I came back home on Feb 26th tired. All I wanted was to sleep well. I talked to Brijesh for some time. He was watching budget analysis. Then I hit bed fast. It was one of those nights in which I was damn tired, wanted to sleep well and yet sleep didn't come to me. It was not thoughts about my lost love that deprived me of sleep. For a change, there was no reason for my insomnia.

After a couple of hours, I just got up from the bed. I looked at Brijesh with envy when I saw him asleep in the next room. I switched on TV. As I was flicking through channels, I saw that Surya TV was airing Manjil Virinjha Pookkal. "Mizhiyoram nanajholukum " is one of my all time favorite songs. It reminds me of my childhood, my dad and all those wonderful memories. I thought I would watch the film till the song. And I ended up watching the entire film.

I do like the film though I feel that the film has many drawbacks. It was a super hit in 1980. The sensational debut of Mohanlal, one of the greatest actors of Malayalam cine industry. Poornima Jayaram looks very pretty in the film. I once had a huge crush on her. In the film she portrays a depressed woman. And that damsel in distress aura suits her perfectly. Everyone likes a smiling woman's face but I prefer this. She looks awesome when there is half a tear ready to roll in her eyes.

The film kinda made me sad. Not that I am happy otherwise. But it just made my situation more precarious. Sleep then became an extinct species. I lay in bed traipsing the memory lane. The days I used to listen to the songs from this film, the moments that I spent with my dad, the evergreen childhood, the days when I was in love with a girl, the moments that I spent with her and everything flashed in front of my eyes with the leisurely defined precision of images from a slow motion film.

The train of thoughts were continuous. Each one linked to another. And I always had an uncanny ability to spend time lost in thoughts. I took solace in this line of thought that it's the quality of an artistic mind. I kept on checking my cell phone for time. I don't know when I slept but the last time when I checked time in my phone, it was 4:17 AM...