The Shop Around The Corner
Its 11.19 am on a Monday morning.
I take a look around to find all my colleagues deeply engrossed in their work. Sure, after a long weekend, its a reluctant trudge back to work, but they are getting there.
Here I am, trying desperately to whip up a post, and in the process, remove a writer's block that set in last year, while Bryan Adams is screaming 18 till I die in my ears.
I too, would have been tapping away at my keyboard, had it not been for a extremely steadfast ennui. Last Thursday, work was slow in anticipation of a long weekend. Today, my work-related alacrity does not want to come out of the duvet. Earning a living can be quite a pain. Its just the thought of the money that keeps me going.
You've Got Mail -- the movie, must also take some blame for inflicting such lethargy on me. Everytime I watch it, I long to be in New York. Not the new-age Manhattan-maniac New York mind you. What I want to experience is the laid-back quality of life that the fim portrays. I know its blaspemous to associate any languidness with the Big Apple, but I'm very much taken by Kathleen's way of life. So please don't jump at my throat, I have no inclination to fight back.
Coming back to Kathleen, I love the way she walks to work everyday, with a Starbucks coffee cup in her hand. Not a worry about being late for work, neither for running into mood-altering heavy traffic jams.
My favourite scene is the one where she reaches her shop, only to exclaim loudly to her colleague, ''What a lovely day! Isn't it a lovely day?!'', followed by ''Don't you just love New York in fall?''
Her quaint little bookshop is almost to-die-for. The exposed brick walls, the light-coloured tables and chairs, and last but not the least, the books make the entire setting pretty and compelling. There's another scene in the movie where Kathleen is trying to untangle Christmas lights. I've never seen prettier lights.
There is no discerning point in this blog. I love this movie, and as is obvious, am very much taken by Kathleen and her shop, I only wanted to put my feelings in black-and-white.
I take a look around to find all my colleagues deeply engrossed in their work. Sure, after a long weekend, its a reluctant trudge back to work, but they are getting there.
Here I am, trying desperately to whip up a post, and in the process, remove a writer's block that set in last year, while Bryan Adams is screaming 18 till I die in my ears.
I too, would have been tapping away at my keyboard, had it not been for a extremely steadfast ennui. Last Thursday, work was slow in anticipation of a long weekend. Today, my work-related alacrity does not want to come out of the duvet. Earning a living can be quite a pain. Its just the thought of the money that keeps me going.
You've Got Mail -- the movie, must also take some blame for inflicting such lethargy on me. Everytime I watch it, I long to be in New York. Not the new-age Manhattan-maniac New York mind you. What I want to experience is the laid-back quality of life that the fim portrays. I know its blaspemous to associate any languidness with the Big Apple, but I'm very much taken by Kathleen's way of life. So please don't jump at my throat, I have no inclination to fight back.
Coming back to Kathleen, I love the way she walks to work everyday, with a Starbucks coffee cup in her hand. Not a worry about being late for work, neither for running into mood-altering heavy traffic jams.
My favourite scene is the one where she reaches her shop, only to exclaim loudly to her colleague, ''What a lovely day! Isn't it a lovely day?!'', followed by ''Don't you just love New York in fall?''
Her quaint little bookshop is almost to-die-for. The exposed brick walls, the light-coloured tables and chairs, and last but not the least, the books make the entire setting pretty and compelling. There's another scene in the movie where Kathleen is trying to untangle Christmas lights. I've never seen prettier lights.
There is no discerning point in this blog. I love this movie, and as is obvious, am very much taken by Kathleen and her shop, I only wanted to put my feelings in black-and-white.