Of resolutions and orcs.
For as long as I can remember, I have strived to welcome the onset of a new year with an epic endeavor. This is very different from a resolution, which I believe is more like a gimmick behind which rational humans often hide under the pretext of making nonsensical "improvements" to their generic lives, akin to embarking on a journey as fruitless as acquiring all 120 stars in Super Mario Galaxy.
Rather such an endeavor is an attempt at convincing my flaky subconscious into believing that the rest of the year will be sufficiently epic. I am a fan of the epic. So much so that the other day, I made a Youtube playlist of all the epic songs I was aware of, just so that I could play it during moments that lacked epicness - which is probably not a word.
Consequently, my epic endeavor for the month of January was to have a Lord of the Rings marathon on a random day between lunch and dinnertime. (By dinnertime, I am referring to the tried and tested Indian dinnertime of somewhere around 10pm rather than the preposterous American habit of taking it a little after 6pm.) The end result was that I was taken on a ride down memory lane through the murky forests of Middle Earth to the fiery splendor of Mordor in a little over seven hours. It helped me envisage the sheer vitality of living in quite possibly the greatest fictional universe ever created, while simultaneously ruing my banal existence as a twenty two year old college senior. Despite the obvious risks to one's physical well being, I do find it more appealing to be fighting alongside Legolas and Gimli in the Battle of Gondor than preparing for my forthcoming midterm.
The only complaint I have against Tolkien is that he stopped the series at three.
Toy Story 3 was another movie that quite perfectly encapsulated what it meant to be attached to a film series. Andy's ages in each of the three movies quite miraculously coincided with mine, and it was quite something to know that the final instalment had him heading to college. Pixar certainly outdid itself yet again, and anyone who hasn't yet had the pleasure of watching this one is living a sad life indeed.
2011 is already looking up. Without the pangs of disappointment that the rest of humanity feels at blowing off yet another resolution, I can look forward to the uncertainty of tomorrow with merely fear and trepidation. Not disappointment. Never disappointment.
Rather such an endeavor is an attempt at convincing my flaky subconscious into believing that the rest of the year will be sufficiently epic. I am a fan of the epic. So much so that the other day, I made a Youtube playlist of all the epic songs I was aware of, just so that I could play it during moments that lacked epicness - which is probably not a word.
Consequently, my epic endeavor for the month of January was to have a Lord of the Rings marathon on a random day between lunch and dinnertime. (By dinnertime, I am referring to the tried and tested Indian dinnertime of somewhere around 10pm rather than the preposterous American habit of taking it a little after 6pm.) The end result was that I was taken on a ride down memory lane through the murky forests of Middle Earth to the fiery splendor of Mordor in a little over seven hours. It helped me envisage the sheer vitality of living in quite possibly the greatest fictional universe ever created, while simultaneously ruing my banal existence as a twenty two year old college senior. Despite the obvious risks to one's physical well being, I do find it more appealing to be fighting alongside Legolas and Gimli in the Battle of Gondor than preparing for my forthcoming midterm.
The only complaint I have against Tolkien is that he stopped the series at three.
Toy Story 3 was another movie that quite perfectly encapsulated what it meant to be attached to a film series. Andy's ages in each of the three movies quite miraculously coincided with mine, and it was quite something to know that the final instalment had him heading to college. Pixar certainly outdid itself yet again, and anyone who hasn't yet had the pleasure of watching this one is living a sad life indeed.
2011 is already looking up. Without the pangs of disappointment that the rest of humanity feels at blowing off yet another resolution, I can look forward to the uncertainty of tomorrow with merely fear and trepidation. Not disappointment. Never disappointment.
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