For me, the most poignant scene of the movie was when Amar tells Neha that he loves him. He had loved her from when she was a little girl, till now. The expression on Neha’s face as she runs towards Amar was so lively – I am not sure what it depicted. Was there pain, or was there pity, helplessness or sadness, or just plain empathy?
I don’t know what it was. But I cried.
Overall, I think the movie dealt with the subject of death quite well. A definite watch!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Bitch!
However much you learn and however much you strengthen yourself, it gets to you. All the dams breach and all the armors become traps. It catches you when you least expect it, when all your guards are down.
You may immerse yourself in work and in fun, in philosophy and in frivolity, but it knows when you will turn a corner and it will strike then, almost paralyzing you by the suddenness.
It will be ruthless and it will leave you panting. You will gasp for breath, trying to catch on to any of those myriad things that you told yourself while you were getting over it the last time. None of it will work and no one will come to your rescue.
It mocks at you and sniggers while you try to cover yourself.
Then you get up and try to brush away the dirt knowing fully well that the stain may lighten but will never leave. You tell yourself you have learnt a new lesson and try to see the brighter side. You know where to mend your armor. You collect yourself and move on. It watches you and sniggers again, for it knows another thousand and more places where it will strike again.
Life. Bitch!
You may immerse yourself in work and in fun, in philosophy and in frivolity, but it knows when you will turn a corner and it will strike then, almost paralyzing you by the suddenness.
It will be ruthless and it will leave you panting. You will gasp for breath, trying to catch on to any of those myriad things that you told yourself while you were getting over it the last time. None of it will work and no one will come to your rescue.
It mocks at you and sniggers while you try to cover yourself.
Then you get up and try to brush away the dirt knowing fully well that the stain may lighten but will never leave. You tell yourself you have learnt a new lesson and try to see the brighter side. You know where to mend your armor. You collect yourself and move on. It watches you and sniggers again, for it knows another thousand and more places where it will strike again.
Life. Bitch!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Its Nationalism
It happened again. At the gym, the instructor refused to answer my questions asked in English. I tried my best to make him understand what I wanted with the little Deutsche that I have picked, and by sign language. The drama went on for a while tillhe began in English. He cited the reason was that he wants all the “English speaking Indians” to learn Deutsche.
I don’t like this shoving down my throat.
See previous post
I don’t like this shoving down my throat.
See previous post
Mila 18
By Leon Uris
Its about the Warsaw Ghetto and the Jews who revolted against the Nazis. The book brings out all the spine-chilling details of cruelties in that the Nazis forced upon the European Jews during the Second World War. It also tells passionate love stories of the ordinary people made extra-ordinary in the face of absolute doom and catastrophe.
I deliberately slowed my reading pace so that I could live each moment of the agony that the characters lived through and of passion that they lived with! I had goose-bumps and I had smiles. I had revulsion and I felt my skin crawl. I was scared when The Nazi guns were outside their doors and I was ecstatic when they hit back and won over the brutes.
I plan to beg this book from its owner.
Its about the Warsaw Ghetto and the Jews who revolted against the Nazis. The book brings out all the spine-chilling details of cruelties in that the Nazis forced upon the European Jews during the Second World War. It also tells passionate love stories of the ordinary people made extra-ordinary in the face of absolute doom and catastrophe.
I deliberately slowed my reading pace so that I could live each moment of the agony that the characters lived through and of passion that they lived with! I had goose-bumps and I had smiles. I had revulsion and I felt my skin crawl. I was scared when The Nazi guns were outside their doors and I was ecstatic when they hit back and won over the brutes.
I plan to beg this book from its owner.
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