I admit I am old fashioned. I still have a pile of DVDs that I own and on occasion find time to dig out what I got and pop one in to revisit. This one is a decade old movie called 'Finding Forrester' starring Sean Connery as a cranky, reclusive Pulitzer prize winning author that lives in the Bronx. He discovers raw talent (played by Rob Brown - in real life is also talent that was literally discovered by accident) in the form of a black basketball playing kid on the street corner who he secretly observes from his study every day. The kid can write. He has an unusual ability to put words together that convey immense emotion through compelling writing. Connery's character finds this when he happens on some drafts that Jamal (Brown) has written in his notebooks. Its a story of a teacher and student, about friendship and integrity, about not giving up even in the winter of your life (this phrase is plagiarized from the movie) and discovering what all life has to offer. ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!