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.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Things people do….
I am referring to one particular practice often exercised in closed spaces, sometimes in the open; by dim, smokey lights. This practice has parallels among other species and hence is a basic instinct but humans have added a hugely entertaining, and at times ridiculous edge to it like they have done to so many other things. They call it social dancing.
People dance for various reasons – to show happiness or to be happy; to attract attention or to answer others’ attempts of vanity; to unwind or to just kill time. Most of them need the heady feeling of being drunk before they can let their hair down. And this breed of dancers sure lets it down – hair and all. They can be a spectacle. No matter what the beat is and no matter what the lyrics are they just get stuck on to their favorite step and on and on they go repeating it with a vengeance not paralleled even by a wagging tail of a pet. A few take the adage ‘dance as no one is watching’ to another level by actually shutting their eyes and transforming themselves into a fantastic world where they are superstars.
The not-so-drunk types may do other antics. Some of them imitate hopping toads while others try the flexibility of a crane’s neck, and still others trot like a peacock. Several other organisms can be found at closer inspection. The long forgotten versions of break-dance steps go hand in feet with bhangra sways; the ‘cultured’ variety chooses a personal version of salsa over bhangra and also punctuates it with a disco delight. All of this to get laid! Sooner or later, with this one or that, or just to get off watching others almost mate on the floor.
There is another breed of jiggy-aspirants. I know of atleast one specimen of this variety – ahem - yours truly! While I smirked at the antics of all the boys and girls, men and women around me I realized that in not so a distant past I was doing just the same. Though I’d like to believe that I did it with a little more panache and followed the beat, I have no clue how many people I have made feel smug at my own version of dancing. I have danced to the most ridiculous numbers at the most awful places. Gosh!
After amusing and berating myself on the above lines for about an hour and wondering what to do with myself, I gave in. Off I went – hands flailing, feet swaying, bum swiveling, pelvis pumping, lips puckered, eyes shut – imagining myself to be the superstar! I am so glad I can still manage the feat without alcohol but if I start thinking more I may soon be either off the floor permanently or will need something very heady to head that way.
But till then I will do the Mambo laced with Hula!
PS: This post is not half as funny as I intended it to be. Hope to write on the subject again….
PPS: One Two Cha Cha Cha… Lets do Cha Cha Cha…
People dance for various reasons – to show happiness or to be happy; to attract attention or to answer others’ attempts of vanity; to unwind or to just kill time. Most of them need the heady feeling of being drunk before they can let their hair down. And this breed of dancers sure lets it down – hair and all. They can be a spectacle. No matter what the beat is and no matter what the lyrics are they just get stuck on to their favorite step and on and on they go repeating it with a vengeance not paralleled even by a wagging tail of a pet. A few take the adage ‘dance as no one is watching’ to another level by actually shutting their eyes and transforming themselves into a fantastic world where they are superstars.
The not-so-drunk types may do other antics. Some of them imitate hopping toads while others try the flexibility of a crane’s neck, and still others trot like a peacock. Several other organisms can be found at closer inspection. The long forgotten versions of break-dance steps go hand in feet with bhangra sways; the ‘cultured’ variety chooses a personal version of salsa over bhangra and also punctuates it with a disco delight. All of this to get laid! Sooner or later, with this one or that, or just to get off watching others almost mate on the floor.
There is another breed of jiggy-aspirants. I know of atleast one specimen of this variety – ahem - yours truly! While I smirked at the antics of all the boys and girls, men and women around me I realized that in not so a distant past I was doing just the same. Though I’d like to believe that I did it with a little more panache and followed the beat, I have no clue how many people I have made feel smug at my own version of dancing. I have danced to the most ridiculous numbers at the most awful places. Gosh!
After amusing and berating myself on the above lines for about an hour and wondering what to do with myself, I gave in. Off I went – hands flailing, feet swaying, bum swiveling, pelvis pumping, lips puckered, eyes shut – imagining myself to be the superstar! I am so glad I can still manage the feat without alcohol but if I start thinking more I may soon be either off the floor permanently or will need something very heady to head that way.
But till then I will do the Mambo laced with Hula!
PS: This post is not half as funny as I intended it to be. Hope to write on the subject again….
PPS: One Two Cha Cha Cha… Lets do Cha Cha Cha…
Living the moment.
It was half, hung in a starlit sky, anchored by white clouds. And it shone brightly, looking upon the town down below. The earthly lights and the lunar light were mocking each other, or were they warming upto each other, telling themselves that they are not alone!
I sat by my window looking at the marvelous spectacle, considering myself blessed to be able to witness this unique amalgamated scenery of man’s endeavors and nature’s existence.
My room was dark and songs from a play-list titled “Heartache” played on the computer – Chandni Ratein; Ek akela is sheher mein; Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam…..
I was not in any particularly somber mood nor was I lamenting anything, but the whole atmosphere was apt. As I stepped out onto the balcony, the song changed to Sili hawa choo gayee…and the cold breeze left me shivering. I hugged the air, drew in a deep breath and smiled at the coincidence. As I ran back to the warmth of my room, I knew I had to go to bed and promised myself happy songs in the morning.
Is this what living the moment is?
I sat by my window looking at the marvelous spectacle, considering myself blessed to be able to witness this unique amalgamated scenery of man’s endeavors and nature’s existence.
My room was dark and songs from a play-list titled “Heartache” played on the computer – Chandni Ratein; Ek akela is sheher mein; Waqt ne kiya kya haseen sitam…..
I was not in any particularly somber mood nor was I lamenting anything, but the whole atmosphere was apt. As I stepped out onto the balcony, the song changed to Sili hawa choo gayee…and the cold breeze left me shivering. I hugged the air, drew in a deep breath and smiled at the coincidence. As I ran back to the warmth of my room, I knew I had to go to bed and promised myself happy songs in the morning.
Is this what living the moment is?
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Monday, October 13, 2008
Two Weeks
It takes two weeks to get everything and anything done here in Germany. Sample this:
* Two weeks to get your work permit; after you have submitted all documents already eons back during the visa process (which itself was three months long)
* Two weeks to get a new internet connection
* Two weeks to get a phone connection
* Two weeks to get a mattress delivered even though you buy it from the store two streets away
* Two weeks to get your furniture delivered at home
* Two weeks to get a new bus pass
* Two weeks to get your ATM card and PIN
So, now when I go to get something, rather than asking how long will it take, I ask will it be done in two weeks?!
Wonder if they do the following also in two weeks:
* Do they do it for two weeks at a go?
* Do they wait for two weeks to go?
* And do they continue doing it for two weeks then?
* Two weeks to get your work permit; after you have submitted all documents already eons back during the visa process (which itself was three months long)
* Two weeks to get a new internet connection
* Two weeks to get a phone connection
* Two weeks to get a mattress delivered even though you buy it from the store two streets away
* Two weeks to get your furniture delivered at home
* Two weeks to get a new bus pass
* Two weeks to get your ATM card and PIN
So, now when I go to get something, rather than asking how long will it take, I ask will it be done in two weeks?!
Wonder if they do the following also in two weeks:
* Do they do it for two weeks at a go?
* Do they wait for two weeks to go?
* And do they continue doing it for two weeks then?
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