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Hachiko week


monday morning events a few weeks back:

I look haggard, my friends ask me if i didn't get enough sleep last night .. i lie first.. i say yes i didn't

I am at my desk working and suddenly remember that it was probably Dudey's feeding time so i open up farmville. My heart skips a beat coz FV tells me Dudey has run away coz i didn't feed him on time, and i was unnecessarily upset. Farmville fans and my close friends will know exactly what i am talking about...

back tracking a bit
sunday night:

i brave myself up to see yet another dog movie recommended by a fellow dog lover. I swore to god i am not watching a dog movie after 'Marley & me' but there is no way you can resist something like that... so the movie is reeling and my tear ducts draining.... i cry my way through the movie as was expected... and i go to work the next day looking like what i described.


monday morning again:

Friends ask "why the hell do you do this to yourself?" and i have no answer to that. Its not considered healthy to bring something like this onto your self and brood over life's unfair acts for days to follow

The music haunts me for the rest of the day, and i am determined to find the back ground score... although i make it sound like a big task.. thanks to youtube .. it wasn't.. i quickly found Kaczmarek's beautifully made pieces and listened to them the entire day while trying to hide my tears bending really low onto the screen giving others the impression of 'oh where are those revenue figures i've been looking for?'

I went back home and watched Hachiko wait yet again for Parker, and in the background I had my brother teasing me about how he was sure I must've wept my heart out watching the movie the first time. My attempts to deny it were evidently futile with tears brimming in my eyes again.

2 1/2 days of listening to it and i can now watch the video without crying... I continued to watch the movie for a whole week every single night. Its just like Hachiko waiting for Parker to come back for all those years. I really like Hachiko I really do, and its this hope somewhere that Hachiko will meet Parker again that just makes me watch the movie again and again.

I know its stupid, nothing of that sort will happen for 1) Its a movie i am watching 2) Both are dead in real life 3) We don't know what goes on in heaven ;)

Its a thing with me and movies that end without an ending, rather i don't consider this as an ending. I want Hachiko's wait to end, and i want him to meet his master coz he waits for him so tirelessly its almost stupid.

He doesn't listen to anyone trying to tell him that he wont come back.. its like ' i dont give a damn about what you guys are saying i am waiting here till he is back.' Its this innocent stubbornness that just makes you feel like 'dammit Parker come back.. don't you see he wants to see you badly.'

The movie all in all refreshed some great memories i had about my Hachi. I was in Tokyo a week back and Hachiko exit at Shibuya was on my to-do list. I've always rerun what i would do when i get there in my mind but when i actually got there Hachiko was pretty much lost amidst the high fashioned crowd and city lights. The bronze statue sat there with a white band around his neck and a few coins. I didn't feel the way i was supposed to feel but I guess it's ok. I sat around for a minute took a few pictures and left. Left with the satisfaction that I got at least that close to somebody that showed what it means to love unconditionally.






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Jerusha said…
lol at 'oh where are those revenue figures i've been looking for?' You were braver, you went back and watched it a second time. I still have the other original one still unwatched..
July 19, 2010 at 10:37:00 PM PDT
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