The Mood Swing

The title had always given me an impression of a dull and a boring book and the review that Raju gave me as a tragedy novel, always made me put aside The Catcher in the Rye. Little did I realise that I was in for a major mood swing that night when I bought the book on a road side.

I became quite curious about Holden when one of the movies, The Good Girl in which Jennifer Anniston plays the lead ,has jake Gyllenhaal who calls himself Holden , after his hero in the novel. But however i guess he doesnt correlate as much as that of Holden himself.

I nearly fell off the bed laughing when Holden describes the movie that he sees in the Broadway. Its all about that guy who goes to the war and loses his goddamn memory and how his blind mom gets her sight back when a drunkard doctor operates on her and finally how they laugh their asses off in the end of the movie.

I kinda felt like being punched in my stomach when Holden describes his sneaky visit to home and how he meets Phoebe and all.

I dont know but I feel the ending was the most perfect Salinger could have ever imagined and the best of all the goddamn novels I have read.

I am sure this influence of The Catcher in the Rye will remain for some more days till I lose this feel about it, and i guess it will be reflected in all those goddamn blogs till it loses its charm.

Its quite something when a man tries to put his mind in that of a psychologically disturbed adolescent and tries to look at the world in his perspective. I dont know if its a movie yet or not but I am sure if its made it should fare much better than The World according to Garp, of course its not exactly the same idea, but its quite similar in its theme in looking at the world in some bodys perspective.

Salinger , i bow to thee.

Complicated

Writing after a long time. My plans were to post a series of short stories,mostly my original thoughts in this blogspace. Somehow couldnt come up with anything concrete this time.

I dont know why, but my mind somehow seems to be occupied with the thought of uncomplicating (i m not sure if its the right usage) things when i let them out of my mind.In the process of uncomplicating things, i wonder if my thought is complicated or not. If it is then i enter into some kind of recursive thought process.

Everything I convey seems to be a complex , not just to others sometimes... myself. Why do i feel that i speak or write anything that is complex that is (statement + i* meaning).

Some kind of frustration always keeps crawling at the back of my mind, never letting me give out anything simple.

If you were looking for something amusing or interesting to read over here, then i am really sorry to have freaked you out.