All Along The Watchtower

Subtlety is such a lost art. Things have become so upfront and forthright, all poetic aspect of things have been almost completely lost.


I'd love to live in the 50's again.


Times when the very peaceful tip of the hat was replied with a subtle smile, when the hand at the small of the back led the woman through the dance floor , when a lingering look was all you needed to send someone in a tizzy.


There's some unexplainable magic to it all.The mystery, the build up, the silent understanding.


We've gotten into this ridiculous habit of making a huge hue and cry about every step of every action in our lives. We have this incessant need to take photo's every 4 weeks and upload them on networking sites. We've come to a point where it seems acceptable and cool to just walk up to someone and just say "Hey baby. I think you're hot. Wanna go out for coffee?". Even when girls do their entire loud cry and huge hug thing, even if they've just met after 3 hours, it's a little depressing.


It's all so direct, so loud. It's gotten to the point where it is a little painful to the eye. Like watching someone wear a hot pink dress all day long.


That's why it's somehow always nice to just sit with certain people, in complete silence. Or have a conversation filled with subtle puns. Or even cast a lingering look once or twice and watch it being acknowledged.


That's why I love watching the classics. Subtleness was the pivotal aspect of their acting skills. Like last scene of Roman Holiday , when Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck have their last cryptic conversation amongst the crowd. Or the way Ingrid Berman and Humphrey Bogart act around each other when they run into each other in Casablanca.


It was all so subtle, so peaceful. Everyone was secure in their own threshold.
And no one ever got poked around. Ever. :P


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Now Listening to : 'Half of my heart' by John Mayer.
Now Feeling : A little sleep deprived.