I was standing there. And before the moment could pass, I held it close to my heart. I was there at a realm where the past and present surrounded me. I saw my current dissolving into the many pasts, the future seductively moving towards me.
Ironically unlike all other moments, I was in the know that after this, things will change. I was there, conscious of the undercurrent change but I could not retain the state that was so endearing. It was beyond my ability to hold it longer and not let go. Though I was conscious of the uninvited transition, I was helpless. There was nothing I could do but watch it slip away.
Living in a world where everything is a passing moment, my effort was futile.
It was as if my very own life was taking me for a ride.
Few friends have recommended that I watch ‘The Conjuring’, currently showing in cinemas. I have for a while now abstained the horror genre.
I wonder, why would anyone pay to be made frightened and I heard them who had seen the movie is unable to sleep without the lights off, at least for a few days?
Just yesterday, another friend, incessantly urging us to go catch the show. I grew up with Exorcist, Child’s Play and Freddy Krueger’s series and for many years now made up my mind not to do that that could hurt the spirit.
Save the time for something more alluring, such as Christopher Nolan’s Inception, or The Matrix. These could set my mind into a frenzy whirlwind of endless vistas the mind could grasp thus quench the curious mind.
I enjoy trillers, rom-coms, fantasies, most movies there is. Not slap-stick though, and that’s another subject altogether.
Is life more interesting with having the horror genre in one’s movie list? Should I?