Alliance Française organized a Film fest at Satyam Cineplex over the weekend. I missed the Saturday movie, thanks to the workload at office. But was fortunate to have the Sunday to myself - in the company of Kaus and Cat.

Kirikou et la sorcière is a masterpiece. It was a great time to review my French. The dialogues were at a pace that I could understand. My favourite character was Kirikou. Impatient and very very inquisitve. I liked the colours used in the environment depicting the path to the witch's home. Even the shades of red in the scene with Karaba the Witch were really soothing. Every bright shade in the film was expertly toned down. The blues used when Kirikou visits his wise Grandfather actually make one feel cold.

And I liked the Fetishes ! They seemed to be really flimsy. Jarring body movements, voice and all. But a real simple way to highlight evil.

His Mom's affection for Kirikou actually made me think of Ma. I just realized I've been missing Mom's hugs. Shit man. I'm getting so lost in my stupid world that it requires a French film to make me remember 'Mère'. Ummm.

We sauntered off for lunch at Le New Yorker, next to Gemini flyover.. where we did not order Le Big Mac. This was another of those restaurants which has something peculiarly amusing on the menu. Every page was labelled 'Most of our dishes can also be prepared for our Jain patrons'. Plus, some of the dishes were named *Jain*. I hope you know what those wildcard characters (*) stand for. So, you have Lebanese, Mexican and Jain Falafel. ??? Which probably means that there are Non-vegetarians, vegetarians, eggatarians and jains. Me thinks. Why ? Nevermind.

I ordered a Half-n-half Mexican & Lebanese Falafel. Yeah. The staff were so courteous in telling me that I can eat my Falafel like a burger. I think Cat told me the sauce in my plate was Salsa and the one in his, Tahini. That Tahini is so hot that I ended up emptying my entire Soda to cool down. But the stuff was good. And also squishy. Because the sauce is all over the place. The Lebanese peta bread is unique. And it was real crispy at the end. Plus the baked beans. Hadn't had them in a while. Never realized Lebanese food tasted so good. But that's always the conclusion when you're really hungry.

On my way to work, I saw a very queer thing. There was this blind man begging outside a poor slum-like dwelling. He stood there begging till the lady of the house said something and he moved ahead. Its a funny thing that I didn't expect the beggar to get anything from that house. At the same time, I also wondered why this man was begging from house to house in that locality ? I mean, had he been doing the same where the affluent reside, he would have made himself some money to buy a good breakfast in a short while.

The point is - the blind man can't see. He obviously doesn't know whom he's begging before ? He can't differentiate between the rich and the poor by just hearing their voices. And I don't think the rich smell different either ? Pretty cool eh. All the way till work, this thought kept criss-crossing my mind - how does the blind man judge people ? Or does he not judge them at all ?