Chamking Express

At times when I feel most uncontrollably moved and strangely uncomfortable yet unable to locate the source of the uncomfort.. I find myself missing something. As if a part of myself. If I must be clear, it usually occurs while watching a film. (Sim's school work.)

When I hear a foreign language, feel the displaced emotions of those in the film and see places that connect to my past. An uncontrollable urge takes over, the urge to be at all places at all times. Or to be at more places some times.(May be this is what the internet satisfies for so many of us) It seems so much of a possibility, so physically possible, but i'm not there yet, and there is its accompanying frustration lingering in the background.
A kind of frustration that you wont notice and the kind that can't be compared to what we call frustration the real life, in the everyday, nothing like waiting for public transport in the heat or losing a job. This frustration is hidden somewhere, not in the muscles, not in the brain, not in the organs even , if you have ventured in time to feel them, but somewhere hazier in the nervous system.
Watching Chunking Express was like seeing one part of me in a film. Well, perhaps it is something about the House of the Cult or it's inhabitants that brings forth my Inner Amelie Poulain and Inner Faye. I found myself folding clothes, sweeping, moping, washing dishes, arranging beds, cooking, (which I would do anywhere I lived) getting hair out of bathroom floors, buying a men's shirt for the first time in my life and managing to keep one of the few surprises I've kept in my life, handling stinky ash trays, suggesting non-smoking activities, advising more water than tea as staple drink, replacing supplies (very rarely though because there wasn't much of a need) falling sick and not being cared for, so much so that I decided to move to my family. Well, there are and must have been more reasons for the move but this was the last straw and I'm happy it was. Farewell Arches, Crazy Landlady and Mrs Marina who owns a beauty parlour couple of buildings away. Farewell home delivering Coconut Water Boy who got yelled at by Crazy Landlady who thought peeping into tenets houses is ensuring their safety. Goodbye never-ever seen Mughal Garden on rooftop, a strange park that is afraid cows will raid the premises and library.