Star Wars and me (part I
I was born in 1977 in Mauritius. It was the year Star Wars first came on the screens. Yes, I was also born a long time ago, and some would argue, in a galaxy, far, far away. As one does when one reaches forty years of age, I have paused and reflected upon my so-called achievements. Amongst many things, I’ve been thinking about my late dad and his love of cinema, and how we used to watch war movies together. Then recently, I watched the Star Wars prequel trilogy with my boys and it sparked a number of thoughts, that I will use in my attempt to methodically bore you hereafter… The first thing to note, is that I was old enough to be aware of Star Wars only when the Return of the Jedi came out, when I was seven. I begged and pleaded to see it but somehow, my pleas fell onto deaf ears. I remember getting a Darth Vader mask and having terrible nightmares, because I would be scared of it, especially in the dark. I wasn’t part o