So apparently, the world will end by 2012. And people are actually SERIOUS about it this time. Books have been written on 'How to escape 2012', and sold like hot earth. I still don't believe it. Human ego, I guess. The same reason why I don't believe that there's life anywhere else in this infinite universe. But if I DID find proof of life elsewhere, I'd be genuinely excited. And if the world truly WILL end by 2012, I won't be utterly depressed about it. Just before I die, I mean.
Monday, April 6, 2009
I'll be what, 24?
I'll have completed graduation. Hopefully.
I will have better hair and less weight. Hopefully.
My social life will be less hectic and more exciting. Hopefully.
Also, I can do what the hell I want in my last few years. Like, I REALLY want to make a movie, but I'm shaky about it, because I'm not sure how good I'd be at it. I do know that I can NEVER read a book without picturing how I would film it. And I can NEVER watch a movie without analysing it like a psychologist on overdrive. If the world WERE to end by '12, I'd go ahead and make a movie, without giving a damn.
But then what if EVERYONE started doing what the hell they wanted? Holy Shit.
Ooh. Speaking of movies, and people doing what they want, there IS this idea for a movie that randomly walked into my head.
This guy is very shy and nervous; the mama's boy type. No, communal-section-of-my-readers, NOT necessarily Bangali. Anyway, when he finds out the world is going to end in a few years, he decides to pep things up for himself. QUITE a bit. And then, it turns out that the world doesn't end after all. Not in his lifetime anyway. Muhahaha. Let madness reign.
P.S- No, I won't be 24, I'll be 21. I am a number-illiterate.
Posted by Anushka at 7:28 PM