Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Aashiqui 2 v/s Lootera

Okay! So I saw these two movies recently (I know I am bit late so don't frown at me) named Aashiqui 2 and Lootera. They both are nice movies and catches your attention in one go. So here I am squeezing them, testing them, analyzing them and posing my stand on them.

Aashiqui 2 :: Honestly speaking, I never thought this would be a good movie to spend time on. (Sorry if Mahesh Bhatt or anyone related to this movie is reading this, by any chance. Wait till you finish reading). I had seen the old is gold Aashiqui and ohh!! Don't we all know how wonderful that movie is. The romantic songs, the story and moreover the concept of extracting the best out of her lover, it all stole the show and it still does. But as for Aashiqui 2, I thought it'd be like any other normal love story where boy girls meet, falls in love, make some career and then something something climax will wrap up the show. But honestly speaking, this movie turned out to be a good one. Surprisingly yes! It is a good movie folks. Songs are nice, heroine is lovely and hero also manages to leave a good impression. Story is bit different but I didn't like the climax. I hate sad endings. But nevertheless, I liked the movie and found worth spending my time on it.

One song from the movie I like to croon sometimes ::

Lootera :: Next lined up is Lootera. It is set perfectly right after the Independence time and is well plotted. The actress, Sonakshi Sinha, is looking pretty (I am not a big fan of her though) and has acted really well. (I think that's the prominent reason she is bagging all the big banner films) She is the Asthama patient. Then comes the charming Ranveer singh as an Architect (Sorry! for the spoilers) on the canvas and steals everything Sonakshi had, including her heart too! First half I found was grappling. Second half was slow and bit boring to me. But what surprised me the most was the climax of the movie. Not that I liked it but I didn't get it. At the end, Sonakshi was laughing. I thought 'Okay! she is laughing'. After few seconds, she was still laughing. I thought 'Okayy! She is still laughing' and I had fixed my gaze for the next scene but the next scene turned out to be The End. Damn it! I thought. What kind of climax is that. I really didn't get that.

One song that caught my ears ::

So, above flicks are good to catch on. Sometime back I had watched Abraham Lincoln The Vampire Hunter and whoo!! It was such a fast paced and lovely movie. I love watching vampire and supernatural stuffs anyway and if it is well sketched, bingo! I am on.

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Date with a woman

An inspiring sensitive story...


After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I Love You but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

'What's wrong, are you well?,' she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded.

'Just the two of us.'

She thought about it for a moment, and then said,

'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she too seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited at the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last Wedding Anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, '

She said, as she got into the car.

Tuesday, 23 July 2013

The aftermath of my vacation

After crushing ourselves down for almost 54 hours in the gruesome journey, we are back to our pavilion bole to Bangalore. Not that the distance between my native and Bangalore calculates up to this much but because our train had to take a detour. There was broken track issue (because of the flood) on the way and that is why instead of 43 hours, the already long journey ate extra 11 hours like a glutton. Apart from this adversary, another was waiting with its spreading legs. Our son got ill. Thankfully we carry First Aid box wherever we go. We gave him the medicines but as well know, sickness didn't say goodbye easily. It took a toll on all three of us and we managed somehow. After chewed up by monstrous boredom, finally we made it to our destination.

Standing on the station, the first thing welcomed us was the patented chilled sizzling windy weather. I loved it immensely because I have missed it so much back at my native (where everything was like hot pan!!). It felt like two lovers met after a long time and both were cherishing each other's enticing company. The tryst lasted for few minutes only when several coolies made their way to us to pick up our six bags and baggage. After a little negotiation, we took our pre-booked Meru cab and came back to our house.

When I was in train, I talked to my mummy during the journey. After few sentences, tears started to trickle down relentlessly on my cheeks. Thankfully the network got down and we couldn't talk more. I didn't want her to be sad as she already was! She was missing us and so we did too. Therefore, I was sort of worried how would I feel entering into my lonely deserted house. We entered and guess what!! I felt good. We all did. It was good to see our home after so long. The feeling settled easily may be because we were just coming after a head long hectic journey. But whatever the reason was, we felt happy to be back.

We had bath. I made tea and with that had some snacks. The warm tea relaxed our tired nerves. Then started the work of biggest nuisance, the aftermath of any vacation - Unpacking. After two hours, my house looked like some Tsunami or Katerina had hit my living room. Every corner, every furnishing, every table and every inch was completely packed with unpacked stuff. Goshh!! I thought I'd go mad arranging all of these. So I did the best thing. I left all of them at their places and made way to our neat and clean bedroom. We chatted and left the daunting horrifying unpacking procedure for the evening.

Monday, 22 July 2013

Let's sew Hopes

Life is cruel. Yes. It is. Sometimes. Or, many a times.

You don't know when it's going to throw its final shot but when it does, it hurts beyond expression. Something happened today that I don't want to write about here but that made me think deeply through the upheavals about life; the ups and downs life keeps showing time to time.

People say, when death comes, nothing matters to it. Whether you are rich, poor, helpful resource, hopeless case, mother, father, sister, brother, the prime minister, a doctor, an engineer, nurse or even the strongest person on earth, Death works as a leveler that comes and take you with it within a matter of second. It doesn't opt for logical or illogical options; it doesn't look beyond whether taking someone out for ride can cost many people's happiness and peace; it doesn't even think what your age is!! All it thinks that your time is up and you should no longer live.

But why time to stop breathing comes so soon? And who has given Death the authority to decide it? The person it is going to carry with itself may be the one and only person left for someone on this earth? May be that person is a single ray of hope and optimism for someone? May be that person has planned something out of his or her life? Why death do not think at least these measly Qs.?

The dim shining of smiles, the footprints of lest steps walked and the last compassionate warm glaring tends to hurt most to the people left behind. Memories become so overwhelming that overcoming them seems a herculean task for the other family members. Crying is an option yes but for how long one can keep doing this? For two or three days? Then the lachrymal gland will throw its hands in submission. The ulcer of losing someone start to loose so much of blood that nothing seems to work on it. Neither compassion nor warming words nor hugs nor other alive people. A wide gaping hole breathe through you and passes the agony and pain of loss; irritation of being helpless; anger why it happened whatever happened. World seems meaningless and not to mention, hopeless too.

With my this post, I want to say to all those people (including myself too in the list) who have lost someone in their lives that if death doesn't wait to pick our beloveds arbitrary then why should we hang onto it so deeply? Why we let it win by spending rest of our lives in agony and grief? Rather, we can build ourselves like a wall, a resilient wall that is too tough to break, that is able enough to tolerate every season of life and its events. I have seen my grand mother's death. Therefore I know how does it feel to loose someone precious. Let's sew hopes in the thread of optimism and create a circle of strength; strength to face every stand of life; strength to spread our own strength to one another; strength to build the circle larger and larger until it reaches everyone and relives whoever comes to its contact. 

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

One more day left :(

One more day and I would already be leaving for Bangalore. One more day and this bird would probably be sealed by a pause from a carefree life. One more day and I would already be travelling for Bangalore. Sigh!!

I stayed here for nine days and these nine days went like just in a click of a finger. How I felt when I arrived here is indescribable and now that I am about leave, it's again...something that can not be described. I feel awful. I don't want to go away from here. I feel sad from inside...very very sad. And somewhere in the corner of my heart, I can't resist myself cursing the social ritual of sending precious daughters away after their marriages.

A little incident is tickling me. Few days back when I was doing some work for my father (something that I used to do lovingly before my marriage as well), he said,  "I can do" but anyway I did it dutifully and infused with the same reservoir of love. He again said, "Now I am habituated of this. I do it everyday". I felt a pang of pain. I couldn't refrain myself saying this,

"That is why I say do not send your daughters away after marriage. I hate this social ritual"

And it's ridiculously true. I hate it. The girl they borne, raise, educate, civilize and prepare to face every stand of life, why it had been made mandatory for them to cut us off from their lives and implant those parts away to someone else's life? It hurts...sometimes too much.

Sunday, 14 July 2013

How I Braved Any Aunty and Co-founded A Million Dollar Company

That is a book name! Yes. It is and I just finished it reading. What made me instantly to log into my blogger profile and scribble down a new post regarding the book review is that...this book has surprised me with its seriously interesting story and well written script. I am surprised because I didn't expect it to be a great book (If someone from Alma Mater or related to it is reading, wait till you finish reading the post. I may smooth down your crinkled nose and wrinkled forehead).

I am saying this because I am a victim of buying three books at once of an author only to find it later they all belong to garbage. Absolutely rubbish story and no attraction at all!!!

But this book How I Varun Agarwal is riveting. Once I held it up in my hands, it is a good read on the go.


Saturday, 13 July 2013

The end of a trail

Today happened an end of a trail,
Today happened a farewell;
It feels like nostalgia,
It feels the exit from a galleria
Galleria where memories reside
Galleria where moments stride,
Galleria where there is now nothing to pass by; 
But it felt good living all those moments,
I had laughed at some incidents;
Jokes hung around
And time spun without a sound;
But they are gone now and
I guess there is no need to cud on'em,
There is no need to stick to them;
It was a phase that is done now,
All I can say that it's the life,
And we should stop wonder on How!

Friday, 12 July 2013

The bird chirping finally in her nest

I am the bird here and I am at my my very own native where I am enjoying every bit, every piece of life with my lovely parents and other family members. Though I miss my younger and elder sister yet the joy of being with my parents is something that can never be matched with anything else. Even with my writing passion!

Right now I am sitting next to my mother (whom I fondly call Mummy). I am chatting with her and after finishing this post, I will go and grab my cup of tea. I don't know why but these days teas taste more delicious and soothing. And why just teas? Every hour of the day seems to pass in just a blink of my eyes. I don't remember anymore what date or what day it is. The loneliness I face back in Bangalore doesn't chase me at all. Loneliness caused when your husband is at work and kid is at school and you are left with four walls, few gadgets, and some kind neighbors. The haste I feel every morning is not here. The worries of groceries update is sold out. Nothing matters to me anymore; even I can give a generous miss to my favorite shows in fact. All I can remember is that, I am with my parents and I am totally, absolutely and head over heels loving it.

This is the only place where I don't have to bite my nails over the daunting Mondays or have to wait for weekends. Every day is same and every day is filled with laughter, joy and lots of chit chatting. 

I share a special bond with my mummy. We talk a lot. it's not unusual I know. Because of her, my blog writing has taken a stumbling shocking pause. Days pass by and I don't bother that I have to write a post (not that I bother about writing a post back in Bangalore too. It's just a task that I naturally love to perform). My blog must be disliking me for this sudden discontinuation I know but what to do? There are so many things to do here. So many things to chat about. So many memories to go gaga over. So many nibbles to share with. In short, I have forgotten my avatar of a girl who used to stick with her laptop during the most (and needed too!) hours of the day. Instead, I have transformed into someone who is not only staying away from the gadgets but also has become forgetful about going outs. Yes! After soooo long I am here and seriously do not wish to go anywhere. Stepping my foot out is the last thing I want to do.

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

One more proud day for us, as parents

By saying one more, click on the link A proud day for us, as parents to get acquainted with one more post that made us proud in the recent past.

Last week came one more day that filled me and Sumit with utmost pride and happiness. The moment was so overwhelming that it brought tears to my eyes.

Last week on Tuesday when my kid came from his school, he happily informed me that he would get a prize. On inquiring why, he gave some ambiguous answers because he himself wasn't sure about the reason behind.  We then let it pass thinking the school would automatically be informing us about the same. On Thursday, we received a notice from the school that Ashmit has secured 2nd place in his previous class (that is 1st std) and he would receive a prize for it on the following Friday.

We were, obviously, very happy and looked forward to the ceremony. Timings were bit odd as it was in the evening. But luckily Sumit came back from his office early in the evening and we all three made it to the ceremony together. We went to his school and sooner we got absorbed in the cultural activities (like song and dance) and prize distribution.

When our kid's turn came, I told my husband to click the photos. There was a wonderful thing the school was doing throughout the event. When they called up any prize winner on the stage, they let him or her stand in front of the audience and explained his or her special abilities or qualities in 2-3 lines. It was wonderful to listen them. I went highly curious as what would they say about our son Ashmit.

When Ashmit's turn came, it was announced 2nd prize winner for Std. 1st, Section B is Ashmit Baranwal. When he went on the stage and faced the audience, below words were pouted in his appreciation :

Ashmit is a very confident boy. He is creative and always ready to ask questions. His attention to details is commendable.

Then he proceeded to accept his CUP and exactly at this point, my eyes got filled with tears. It was his first cup and most certainly, the most important of all the prizes. Sumit was quiet happy too. He was a proud father, we were a proud parent that day.

Then we took him to the special dinner and he enjoyed that a lot.

It's so true.When our child wins something on the basis of his or her own merit, it makes us, the parents, feel special in so many ways. His cup not only boasted his morale but mine's too at much higher scale. It has made me much more determined to work harder towards my son, towards his studies.

We feel so proud today. We bless our lovely son to work hard like this and win much more happiness and peace in his life.