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PSYCHO// film reel #1

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HeyLo,

We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?

No combination of words can scream the love I have for this movie.

Alfred Hitchcock is a man of riddle. Everything this man does is beyond perfect. Psycho is the first Hitchcock movie I had seen (I went on a Hitchcock Marathon after that). I still am blown away by the techniques used by the director. This movie has laid so much potential for future artists to work with. Trust me, this movie might be in black and white, but the gradient of emotions and characters it showcases is mind blowing.

If that introduction doesn’t push you enough to see this movie, fret not. I have more :3

So, the one thing that stands out the most for me is the way this film was promoted by Hitchcock. Damn, even these days you don’t see many film makers go about putting so much effort into the marketing aspects of their film. If there was one thing Hitchcock was more skilled at than making films which made you feel every hair on your body, it was at promoting and selling his films, like a magician on fire!

Let us look at the trailer. Despite being six minutes long, the trailer attracts the viewer so much because of the way it was shot. You might think, a long trailer like this one is bound to reveal the plot, that is where you are wrong. The trailer merely showcases any scenes from the film. The trailer has Hitchcock giving a tour of the main location of the film where the plot unfolds. The way this man builds up the tempo with a simple tour is what I call ART.

This trailer for me, is classic. Never have I seen another one like this, nor will any other movie manage to make a trailer of such simplicity yet intriguing.

 

Another thing that I wanted to talk about is the way the camera and character transitions go hand in hand. You will understand this if you managed to track the camera angles keenly.

Once you are done watching the film, do go and check out its Trivia section in IMDb. I couldn’t believe the extent Hitchcock crossed, making sure the plot was kept a secret from the public who hadn’t watched it yet. Example? He freaking withheld the final part of the script from the cast during the filming. 

Talking about the actors.

Anthony Perkins is any director’s dream. His body language as Norman Bates stole my heart. Janet Leigh’s effortless acting, showing casing every humanely possible emotion in a span of 4 minutes, is such a bliss to the eye.

This film doesn’t overwhelm you with characters. It keeps the cast minimal and presents you with clean (eh. bloody) frames.

The soundtrack still rings in my ears. Well, why wouldn’t it? After all, Bernard Herrmann had his salary doubled after Hitchcock fell in love with his score!

Maybe, I love this movie a bit too much. Maybe. 😛

Go watch this masterpiece if you haven’t already. And if you are one of those bloody good souls who has watched it, comment down below and we could grab a pillow and discuss about how good this movie is!

Go.Go.GO.

Take care

From the not so-

purr

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I’ll be here

Ficiton&Poem, Poetry

once your suitcase is too small,

too small to carry your tears.

once the last petal falls,

falls from your ego.

once the cigar burns out,

leaving you with ashes and scars.

once indecision stabs,

longing for bandages of the past.

.

I’ll be here.

.

quenching on your tears,

feasting on your ego,

inhaling your scars,

and

pulling the knife out of you.

I’ll be here.

loving you like a beast.

 

No. No, I’m not a Psychotic Lover. 

Take Care,

From the not so-

purr

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Temporary People.

Let's Talk, Stream of consciousness

HeyLo,

I’ve been MIA for a while now.

I would be lying if I link this to a deeply depressing writer’s block. Ideas have been rooting in my imagination just as good as any other time.

OKAY. SO. TO THE ACTUAL ~CONTENT~

I wanted to talk about Temporary People. Why do we get close to these people even when we know that they are only a foreground to temporary happiness? Why do we like adding up more and more people to our life, even if it means walking away from old relationships?

They often say that you meet a lot of Temporary People between the age 16-22. But in my opinion bracketing the entries and exits of people in our life to a certain age is a very loose way to frame this topic.

Rather than terming it as “Temporary People”, I view it as (in the vastest sense) “People are Temporary”. There are no claims of the permanence of any entity around us. Which makes me question the hold we have over life. We are constantly challenged with new faces and new situations. The only thing that differentiates us from person to person is our reaction to life.

We meet different kinds of people every day. Some turn out to stand by our side and some remain strangers to our life. But the complexity of life is thrown in when we think about how, The ones who stand by our side now, were once strangers and will most likely go back to being strangers. And the strangers on the other side of the road will most probably find themselves standing beside us one day. 

Which brings us to another area of this topic. On what basis do we term people as strangers? The word stranger as described in a dictionary means ‘a person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar.’, and yet we only ever associate this word with the vast population that we see on the roads, or at the clubs, or at the theatre, or at school. But have you ever thought about how even your closest friend sitting next to you at school is truly a stranger when calculated deeply enough?

There is no “we have gone back to being strangers” phase. We are all strangers to each other from the day we are born to the day we are dead. As strangers, we sometimes like to get close with other strangers and shed a little bit of our time and life into theirs and walk away.

Yet even with all these realizations embedded in our hearts, we still break down into pieces when someone (who was always meant to leave) leaves us. Why is it that certain people stamp a drastic importance to our life, and still disappear?

So, I went around and asked to some of my friends their take on this topic, and the answers I received were more than enough to justify the fact that we are all strangers to another person’s reality and understanding of life. Few gave me an exuberant response while a few kept it verbally simple. Let’s look at their opinions shall we?

Hmm I think everybody influences us in one way or another and I feel that people who come into our lives even for a very short time tend to teach us something at least, even though we might not notice it they influence us and sometimes teach us the ever minute details of life which we might not have known if they hadn’t stepped in
For example, if you’re a really serious person and very disciplined and don’t take a break from everyday life.. If you meet a very easygoing person they might not influence you to be easygoing but they might make it easier for you to have fun at times and let your hair loose and take a break from life once in a while so it’s for the better for you and maybe you might teach them to be a bit more serious in their lives and maybe even they benefited from you who knows?:)Temporary people may just be as important as permanent people.
~Pranay
I feel people are as temporary as one makes them. But sometimes people leave..maybe because they have to or because they want to.Their absence affects us, shapes us, and influences our behaviour.Isn’t life full of temporary people? Its sad but true. We meet amazing  people with beautiful minds but sadly there comes a day when the connections are broken.
I guess we meet them because such is life! Pain changes a person and what’s more painful than the ‘temporary’ nature of a person
 But at the end, I still believe that…People are as temporary as one makes them

~Neha Gupta

First of all, I want to say no one is a so-called FOREVER FRIEND.  I don’t believe in that!  We meet a lot of temporary people from the age 16-22 everyone knows that. It will hurt so much but this is how we learn in our life and make ourself stronger and dependent!  I’ve been hurt, alone, depressed but this is what makes you a stronger person!  We can’t always believe or expect a person always to be with us!
So I just don’t expect anything from people. And if so they are gonna leave or hurt I’m ready to face such things!
~Aishwarya

I think every person we meet is a part of our story.

Every person is a little significant to us. They may teach us a lesson, show us the real world, make us realize the type of people around us.
~Deepti Prakash
Well…People are meant to pass our life’s, you know..
 It hurts when they leave.. But it’s just life .
~Carolene Siga

It’s all fate.
~Shraddha Khanted

IDK how to put this in words. To be simple they’re >insert beep<
~Arjun

One thing that I could pin down from all these responses is that the effect Temporary people leave on us vary from scar to scar. But maybe it is the “Temporary” characteristic of people that draws us to them. The feeling of the adrenaline rush by guarding something that we will loose excites us.

People are the metaphor of life’s instability. Just like life, people come with no guarantees or warranties.

So, will this stop me (or you) from expecting things from people or prioritizing people? Oh well!

I would like to keep this post alive for as long as I can. Do comment down below, let me know your take on this. This discussion could go on forever!

Take care

From the not so-

purr

tired.

Inspiration, Let's Talk, Stream of consciousness

 

HeyLo,

I feel drained. My creative senses are still running at a pretty good speed, but my mind just doesn’t seem to settle with a thought. There is a chaotic train of unnecessary images disrupting my present priorities.

I’ve to exert so much pressure on myself to even do the simplest of tasks. The vivacity of words that had once been mine is nowhere to be found in my messy head space. I have lost control over the way I weave perceptions into letters and images.

s i g h.

My fingers have forgotten what it feels like to create something that tickles my soul pink. I am rejecting myself more than the entire universe. My mind keeps racing over to the red flags I’ve shown myself.

Even as I type this, my fingers hesitate with each key that I tap.

Am I even doing “life” right?

It isn’t as music videos show it – Life. Sometimes, even the longest of drives and hardest of rains cannot echo what’s shattering inside you.

What sucks more is that I have to gasp in all these negative emotions throughout the day and keep a placid face, because faking a smile is so much more easier than explaining what I am going through. Also, face it – No one really cares.

Everything that feels so right when the sun smiles upon it just seems so daunting at night when the shadows go into hiding.

I don’t really know how to explain this emotion that I am going through. I don’t even know if there is an adjective out there to describe what I am feeling.

I am just barely existing these days. Everything seems mechanical and plain. I’ve gotten so much more skeptical than I was before. My brain blows up petty actions of people into big unrealistic motives sought to hinder my life.

I have friends to talk to. I have a home to go to. I have all the oxygen I need to live. Yet, when I think about it, none of this is really mine.

O v e r t h i n k i n g.

Even though I am mentally aware of this exasperating emotion, I am not able to get rid of it. With every perfect day, follows an afflicting night.

I  a m  t i r e d.

purr