That last blog on Jennifer Hudson really took the wind out of my sail. I had done a full draft, spelled checked the sucker and was about to add a photo when a window came up and asked to CANCEL, DISCARD OR SAVE. Guess my big thumbs hit some button for the ominous to appear. I was in a dang rush to post it up, not thinking, I hit DISCARD. AGH!!!! Well it erased everything cept the first paragraph, which I had manually saved earlier. To say I was devastated would be appropriate. I knew I had to retell the story on this blog form again but I needed a break. At least the dream of events were very fresh and clear in my head as I had done that doomed first draft.
After eating I did a little research to see if their was an auto save in squarespace, no luck. Unbelievable. I mean, no auto save? This makes blogging, even once a week much less everyday, a scary if not a a dark road I care not to journey. I mean even as I type I'm in constant fear of my dreaded thumb swiping that unwanted DISCARD tab. Ugh. So this just turned me off for two days from the 500 words a day project. I apologize. But I do have many remedies at hand to soothe my fears. Martial arts, prayer and going to sleep with Gandhi.
Of course I'm not talking about sleeping with is ghost, remains or anything supernatural of that matter, or am I? When I sleep or what puts me to sleep is the 1982 bio pic on his life. Now maybe its the slow pace of the film, or the elequant langauge spoken by Sir Ben Kingsley, but it knocks me out. I do want to say I'm a huge fan of the film and bought it on Amazon Prime so I have the flick at my fingertips, be it my phone or laptop.
Most of the time it puts me right to sleep. I start the movie six minutes in where it's 1893 in South Africa and a full head of hair Gandhi thinks he's an Englishman who can ride in first class. This confrontation with bigot passengers and the train captain catapults not only Gandhi's butt off the train but onto his journey of of peaceful, non-violent resistance. Ganhdi's road was right there in front of him yet he had to get his ass kicked off the train for him to realise his destiny. Extraordinary.
I could go on and on, sometimes I do. Now I said most of the time I knock out right away, but sometimes I get caught up in the story and watch at lease an hour of this three hours epic. Some critics call this film out dated, fools. I will say when I was little I wanted to E.T. to win best film, not Gandhi. I didn't understand why this boring looking bald dude who looked like one of my Tios won Best Actor and Film while E.T. was left in the cosmic dust. My Mother's boss back then was Walter Fletcher. He was an older Jewish Englshman who suvived WWII, catch my meaning? Mr. Fletcher was one of the kindest men I have ever meet. he hired my Mom back in the 70's, helped us get on our feet and even for some time paid for my insurance as a young boy. Well we I remember him talking about Gandhi one day. "Sonny Jim, he was the greatest human ever to walk this planet." I concur Walter.
So there is my history and fascination with this little man from India will also heavily influenced MLK and my hero Cesar Chavez. I'm tend to be of the same cloth as far and compassion and non violence to settle any matter. But honestly, I just love falling asleep to the sounds of the movie and the gentle storytelling. Ok, gonna hit the save button now. Thumbs? behave or else! See you on down the road.