Tuesday, March 22, 2011
However, on listening to her (and her endless giggling), I wondered who would be my pick for the tag - did not take long to figure that one out - it has to be Indira Gandhi - right from being thrown out of Shantiniketan for falling in love with a teacher at the age of 14 right upto her death in 1984 - hers was a life riddled with controversies and shrouded in mystery - she has to be THE controversy's child.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Dil se hamesha hai bacchi.
Aye zindagi tu bhi - mere hi jaisi hai -
Dikhti sayani - par hai kacchi.
Phoola muh leke - baithi kyun hai tu -
Ungli meri chal tham le -
Jahan main chalu - wahin tu chale
Jahan tu chale - wahin main chalu.
OST - Wake Up Sid (2009)
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~ William Ernest Henley
I was thinking how a man could spend thirty years in prison, and come out and forgive the men who did it to him...
~ Francois Pienaar in the movie "Invictus"
I learnt something today - forgiveness - Mandela is truly an inspiration.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Of late - the unpredictability was getting a little too much to handle. Thats when I sat back - looked at everything around me - and figured - this is the story of my life - unique - different - special - offbeat - call it what you want - but this is the way it is going to be written down. Destiny - kismet - chance - fortune - call it what you want - some things are just not in my hand. What I can do - the way I see it - just sit back and enjoy the ride.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Stella: You know how I talked my way out of a speeding ticket?
Stella: I was heading upstate with my parents, I was doing 90 on the country roads. I got pulled over. So this cop, gets out of his car, swaggers over and he says, 'Lady, I've been waiting for you all day.' And I said, 'Sorry Officer, I got here as fast as I could.'
Ted: For real?
Stella: No, it's just a joke. I know that you're tired of waiting. And you may have to wait a little while more but, she's on her way, Ted. And she's getting here as fast as she can.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
~ Ted Mosby in How I met your mother
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
What amazed me was the love with which his wife was taking care of him – I did not admire it because it was an act of kindness or greatness – it was an act of love. She took care of every little detail for him – he had trouble remembering certain things – she remembered it for him – she finished his sentences for him – she held his headphones for him because he kept losing his grip on them - they had their own jokes - which they kind of understood and I could only guess :) She looked really tired – maybe she had not slept properly – but her eyes twinkled while doing things for him – while filling in small details of the stories that he was telling me – her eyes had a sparkle every time he laughed – she loved him. I saw true love yesterday – first hand – yet again. These were two people who had spent more than 40 years with each other – and still could not get enough of each other – whose love only grew with years.
I want it in my life – someone I want to grow old with – someone who I know will love me on my bad hair days – when I become fat – when I crack the silliest joke and he will laugh with me no matter how lame the joke - when I wear spectacles – when I grow old and lose all my teeth – and he will still think am awesome. I don’t want crazy momentary highs of love – I want that steady glow of love – the glow which fills your life forever and assures you that you will never be alone again.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Bridget: Apart from the smoking and the drinking and the verbal diarrhoea...
Mark: No, I mean I like you very much. Just as you are.
Monday, July 06, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
The best part about today - I saw a full rainbow on one of my long walks - it was so beautiful and divine - freaking awesome! The one you see in the pic above is the closest to what I saw today - wish I had a camera at that moment - damn it!
PS: Eve teasing - very much present in US too - sad but true.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Music from my iPod accompanied me as I was lost in the beauty around me - and then it happened. A deer was watching me as I walked along - a thought struck me - I decided to give my idea a shot - I started walking towards the deer - it did not move - graceful - beautiful creature - soft eyes - tame - mild - subdued - in a pensive mood maybe - just at peace. I kept walking towards it - it just kept looking at me - an inquizitive look - wondering what I was upto. I reached out my hand and stroked it's head - it did not move away - just kept nibbling at the grass - I was thrilled beyond words - I touched a deer today - how many people get to say that - hardly a few :)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
Something about this photograph - every time I see it- it gives me a sense of comfort and belonging. I love looking at it - somehow reminds me of times spent with friends back in Hyderabad and Bangalore. At times life out here feels so surreal - this place - the people - something totally different from what I had back in India. I have been here for almost 10 months now - for me - this photograph - in a weird way - don't ask me how and why - summarises my times till date out here.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I have never seen a river that I could not love. Moving water…has a fascinating vitality. It has power and grace and associations. It has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes, yet it follows laws so definite that the tiniest stream is an exact replica of a great river.
~ Roderick Haig-Brown
Picture courtesy: Niketha
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Today United States got her first African American President - I was around.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Too many questions - too few answers - some things are better best forgotten then.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
I think that I'm just tired -
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice.
Boston - where no one knows my name.
~ Boston (performed by Augustana)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Life's been weird these days - never did confusions feel so good - so bad - at the same time. Never did living in the moment make so much sense in one moment - no sense in the other. Never did a feeling feel so right - so wrong - in one breath. Never did uncertainities scare me and excite me this much.
The wise ones call it flux - the much-needed change in life. From where I see it, I call it happiness - because I know that when it ends - it will all be worth it.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Anna Scott: "For June who loved this garden. From Joseph who always sat beside her." Some people do spend their whole lives together.
Picture courtesy (actually I flicked it from her blog - but anything for Notting Hill :P) - Deepz
Movie: Notting Hill (1999)
Monday, August 04, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
Jennifer: You look stupid and rich.
Oliver: Actually I'm smart and poor.
Jennifer: Uh-uh, I'm smart and poor.
Oliver: What makes you so smart?
Jennifer: I wouldn't go for coffee with you.
Oliver: Yeah well I wouldn't ask you.
Jennifer: Well, that's what makes you stupid.
~ Love Story (1970)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Questions – sometimes I have no answers to some of them. Such questions have been coming my way of late - from various people - which have taken me aback for a while – left me wondering.
Describe yourself in one word
I don't know – I would say I am stupid. I make mistakes and DO NOT learn from them. I repeat them - again and again. I am here writing about the fact that I repeat my mistakes and I am sure that I will still not learn and repeat some of my mistakes - so yea, stupid is the word.
Am I beautiful/ugly
What does one say when some one asks you such a question? All I can say is that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Beauty means different things to different people – it might be looks for some – intellect for some one else – sense of humour for yet another – so beauty can be perceived in a number of ways. Each person is beautiful in their own special way. You need to love yourself for what you are – whether some one thinks you are beautiful or not – frankly – how does it matter to you in any way?
How can you leave your parents and just run away to US – being a single child?
I admit I have been feeling pangs of guilt thinking about it – the fact that I am in some way ditching my parents’ big time and just leaving them alone here and running away. But on second thoughts, I would like to believe in my parents – believe the fact that they are strong, independent and smart people who can very well take care of themselves – I would not like to perceive them as weak, old, emotionally drained people. So yea, am sure they will be just fine even in my absence.
Why do your blogs and your emails read so different?
Frankly, I am not sure I understood the question right but my first reaction was – laughter. I don’t know – was it hinting at plagiarism – or double standards – or what – but I was laughing – big time. Well – my blog is what I think – I write what I think – simple. I don’t know if what I write is heavy serious stuff or total nonsense – but I write when something touches me or when I want to remember a particular incident or feeling. My emails – well – I talk – a lot at times – nothing at times – am moody – am unpredictable – like so many others. So when I write emails, I talk – and you don’t talk serious stuff and mind your P’s and Q’s in an email I guess – at least I don’t :)
Will you ever come back to India?
Of course – you can take the Indian out of India, but you can’t take the India out of an Indian – that’s so true. I will definitely be back – but if asked for a time frame – I will just count the spiders on the wall across me.
What will you miss the most about India as a country?
I have never been away from India so I have never got a chance to miss it. I might have an answer to that once I am away from India. But I will miss the people here more than any particular thing I think.
Wonder why people think I might have an interesting answer to this question just because I read few books and write some stuff! Well, I once tried to define it here – but ended up nowhere . It remains a mystery to me – and I like it that way I guess. But yea, love changes you forever – for better or worse – that varies from person to person. Usually, love is always your strength – never your weakness. Any love which makes you weak is not love – its an addiction - a need. So, my definition of love is that - love is strength.
Why don’t you like Bottles&Chimney?
Am stumped! Yea, its true - I don’t like the place - all my friends love it - I don't - it’s a fact. I have my reasons - very logical and solid ones, but they are better left unsaid – so there.
Can you be friends with some one you love/loved?
Honestly, depends on how selfless your love can be – and its totally upto an individual – so there is no one-word answer for this. Ask me this question – I’d say yes – but from what I have been hearing, I realise that different people think differently about this subject.
Friday, July 18, 2008
If I am a traveller I need not to journey across the land.. If I am a voyager I need not to cross the vast ocean.. and if I am captain I need not to soar throughout the blue sky.. for I need not to go anywhere but beside you.. because when I'm with you.. I already see the world.
~ Mark Aaron A. Corrales
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
~ Jack Kerouac in 'On the Road'
Monday, July 14, 2008
1. You can whistle and steam can whistle, so why do you sing in the shower?
2. The first time you had your shoes taken off - how surprised were you to see that you still had toes?
3. Describe the sound of a moist waffle falling onto a hot griddle.
4. Try making up the rules to a game where you tie knots in a yo-yo string just to see if you can get them out.
5. You get to ride the big roller coaster three times in a row. What will keep your dad from taking a bite out of your candy apple?
6. Foxes are clever and tigers are cunning. So, what's your cat's safety school?
The Feline School of Sheer Nonsense.
7. Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they're grown up?
I bunked all the biology classes in school – sorry!
8. Your bow is not broken but you've run out of arrows? How can you fake being a bard?
Bard is a poet right??? Jokes apart, is it Bard or Bart Simpson???
9. You forgot your mom's birthday!! What can you make out of super glue and olive pits?
10. What's the best time you've ever had licking stamps?
Just after I watched Dead Poet’s society. Watching that movie was more boring than licking stamps I guess :)
11. If you could peer far enough into the night sky, you'd see a star in any direction you looked. When would you sleep?
Duh! When I close my eyes.
12. You have to dig a hole to China, where to you start?
From your ear
13. When you hesitate before hitting snooze on your alarm clock, are you being lazy?
No – am being abnormal.
14. You've written a hit musical! How will you avoid having fame go to your head?
By reminding myself that even Himesh Reshamiya has hit music to his credit even though he sucks!
15. The children are waiting! Please tell them the story about the bald frog with the wig.
16. You're trapped in a well with a goat and a slinky. Describe how you will escape.
Sing in my most “melodious” voice so that all the creatures in the well will throw me out of it within seconds. I am alive – am alive :P
17. If you were a pirate, how would you avoid laughing when saying poop deck?
Is it necessary to avoid laughing?
18. Your hand has been replaced by a rubber stamp. What does it say?
Mera bharat mahaan - am serious – dead serious.
19. Whoops! Your tongue is now a magnet. Whatever will you use for silverware?
I will eat with hands – good old Indian way :)
20. Your superpower is that you smell like dandelions whenever someone lies. How will you maintain your secret identity?
Always carry a porcupine with me coz porcupines stink!
21. Your pajamas have duckies on them. Why did you switch from choo-choos?
Coz I moved out of Lebanon and now wanna be accepted by the Iranians.
22. What's the earliest you've gotten up to watch cartoons and what did you see?
5 AM. The hindi news on Aaj Tak.
23. You've got to make contact with the alien leader. How will you tell when the conversation is finished?
When I feel like slapping the guy who arranged this meeting with the alien leader in the first place.
24. What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?
I like to be referred to as a conservative grandma. Makes me feel very special.
25. Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?
Cream and sugar – victory of the dog over the cat in my neighbourhood.
26. If mud is dirt plus water, what is clay?
Clay is fun timepass!
27. Which is easier to make a model airplane out of and why: a banana peel or a wet sock?
A banana peel - coz U get to eat the banana before u can start making the airplane with the peel.
28. What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?
Something brown – duh duh duh!
29. For your birthday, your aunt gave you a maple syrup dispenser shaped like a rooster. Please write her a thank-you note:
Dear aunt- thanks for your gift. Please don’t send me a gift next year – gift vouchers will do :)
30. You have a red jar of cedar chips. Why do moths miss the forest?
The moths did not tell me – how would I know then? Lemme guess - coz they died?
31. Radio wire is often used to make bird nests. What station do they listen to?
The voices in Bart Simpsons’s head?? I heard its awesome entertainment.
32. Why do you think honeydew is the money melon?
Coz apples are the king of the forest.
33. What did you dream when you ate a spider while sleeping?
I dreamt that Mimoh was the reigning superstar of Indian cinema.
34. You've rented a sky-writer to propose to your significant other, but it's completely overcast. What will you do?
Do the frog jump in the rain?? No? Sounds like fun right?
35. The hair from your last haircut ... what would it say about your new style?
Tra la la lalalala
36. How do you pronounce the 'g' in bologna?
The ‘g’ is silent right?
37. In the dream where you show up to school naked, why do you never go swimming?
Coz I prefer to keep things practical n realistic even in dreams - when did you ever swim to school????
38. If there's no I in team, why is there meat?
I think coz there is a mirror around somewhere :)
39. What spells can you cast with magic markers?
Let’s not hope for much here – “spell”ings are all you get out of magic markers.
40. When you've got water stuck in your ear, how do you get it out?
Put your head in an oven and wait for the water to evaporate.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
~ Ben Campbell in 21 (2008)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
Google tells me it's Marc Chagall's birth anniversary today. When you first hear it, his name does not strike a chord but ever seen Notting Hill? This post will definitely remind you of Chagall if you are a huge fan of Notting Hill - like me :) On an honest note, I never quite understood his art - his definition and usage of symbolism was a little weird according to me - using goats, cows, horses and what not - somehow he did not seem conventional or normal. But he once said - "In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love." Yeah, he had his quirks - but he was weird, queer, wise man awrite :)
Friday, July 04, 2008
It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson, the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking: How did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it, no matter what. How did he know that?
~Christopher Gardner in The Pursuit of happyness (2006)
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Marriage - why don't some people understand the weight - true meaning - essence - of this word. Everyone is in a hurry to get married - but do they know what they are signing up for - I don't know. I have seen many friends get married in front of me and most of them are sad - bored - tired. No logic exists - no words can explain it - no silence can justify it - the suffocation of a marriage going bad.
Who can one blame - the wife - the husband - the parents. I don't understand arranged marriages - they somehow mostly don't work in today's world. Don't get me wrong - am not supporting love marriages blindly - but come on - you at least know what you are signing up for - if things go wrong or right, you are at least living the consequences of decisions made by you. In an arranged marriage - you live some one else's decision - is it fair - is it right - I don’t know.
One advice to any guy who would care to listen - treat your girls with respect - they are smart, intelligent girls - treat them well - if you can't make them smile - at least don't hurt them with your words and actions - when you marry a girl, she does not become your slave - get that into your head first. All adjustments are not to be done by the girl alone - learn to adjust for Pete’s sakes!
For girls - adjust with your guys - but not at the cost of your self-respect. It's wrong to take things lying down beyond a certain point. Respect him but don’t forget to respect yourself for what you are - don't let any guy tell you how you are supposed to live your life.
Yep - I have spoken my mind - I can only imagine the helplessness of the two partners involved - pray for them - talk to them. They have to help themselves out - to make things work.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Recently, a conversation went something like this -
G: Hey – wonder wot’s up with V man! He’s going to BITS, Pilani! Told ya – he’s one fundoo freak!
R: Serious! Cool man! We slog it out in Bhavan’s while he’s off to Pilani – man some people just have it all….sigh
G: Not all that bad man – almost all studs out of BITS have big heads – all snobs – snooty weirdos – show offs I tell ya.
R: Hmm….you are right. Maybe we are not in that bad a place in life after all. Look at us - look at Dollz - we are modest, down-to-earth people – we wouldn’t have been like that - if we were from say BITS or IIT – right?
Me: I am not so sure about that :)
R: Ya right! BTW, which college are you from anyways?
Me: (after a long pause and a grin) BITS, Pilani :)
Long silence followed by laughter – these are definitely good times I say :)
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The stars belong to everyone - they gleam there for you and me
And love can come to everyone - the best things in life are free”
The last time I heard those lines I had laughed at my friend who told them (rather sang them) to me and made him see how only money matters and is the very reason for our mere existence – I could not convince him then – neither could he convince me. Weirdly, I found myself quoting those very lines to another friend recently – I was trying to make him see how one could have good times with no money involved. Again – he could not convince me – neither could I convince him.
This whole turn of events made me wonder - when did I start thinking like that. Money still is very important to me – but is it my raison d'etre – am not sure. Money can buy me every happiness, which I have always dreamed about since forever – I can go to Scotland – I can buy my Mercedes - my Rado - my Vertu – I can shop at Gucci, Ralph Lauren, Prada, Guess outlets – I can stay at the Hilton & the Ritz – I can have several exotic meals at Le Jules Verne on Eiffel Tower – I could have everything that money could buy – but would those things just give me temporary thrill or could those things assure me permanent happiness – am not sure. If money was indeed the answer to all problems, is it true that fantastically rich people are never sad – do they have no problems – is life a party for them always - am not sure.
I don’t need money - to laugh over a joke – to enjoy the beauty of a scenic view – to act like a kid at times – to enjoy the rains – to share good time with friends – to draw different shapes with clouds in the sky – simple joys – small pleasures – genuine happiness. Don’t get me wrong – I definitely agree that money is the pre-requisite for a comfortable life – money cannot be ignored – money is definitely something – but is it everything – am not sure. Money is a means to achieve happiness – but do we mostly confuse it for happiness in itself – am not sure. Jonathan Swift definitely knew what he was talking about when he said that a wise man should have money in his head, but not in his heart. Seriously, friends who know me are gonna be real surprised after reading this post – but yeah guys, some thoughts change as life catches up with you :)
“The moon belongs to everyone – the best things in life are free” – I think I understand today wot my friend was trying to explain to me back then. Well said dude – rather - well sung.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I had been to Chennai before - when it was Madras - but that was long back - had no memories from those times. This trip wasn’t something that I was looking forward to. It was an obligation – a necessity – to visit the place. When my flight landed at the airport, I braced myself for the supposed nightmare called Chennai. But, I was in for a surprise. The view that met me as soon I exited the airport was awesome – a huge hillock - covered with greens – set against a cloudy, sleepy evening sky. They say first impressions matter and boy was I impressed. I just stood there watching – taking in the beauty of the scene – till our cab arrived. The drive to the guesthouse was slow and rhythmic. I was registering the sights of the city as we sped along. People often tell me that this is a hot, dull and boring city – I met a different Chennai – this one was lively – fresh – exciting. Long rows of brightly-lit shops – coffee stands – people spilling onto roads – cars and buses honking – Tamil scrawled on walls and hoardings here and there – a lonely tree every now and then – the normal daily buzz of life was everywhere.
I was filled with awe the first time I saw IIT Chennai and Anna University. Both have beautiful campuses. Anna Univ. has few beautifully crafted buildings. I just walked around in silence. Just standing on the hallowed grounds of IIT was a surreal experience – honestly. People everywhere in Chennai give such warm and honest smiles to complete strangers. I was having a tough time conversing in Tamil but all people I met were amazingly patient and even the staunchest locals struggled to speak in English and even in Hindi just for my convenience – that was really sweet - we had a hearty laugh over the millions of mistakes I made while speaking in Tamil.
Chennai came across as a city of chruches – almost every busy road – every narrow lane – led to a quiet church – all calm and peaceful – distinct -in contrast with all the chaos surrounding it.
The long, never-ending Marina Beach remained to be checked out. The feel of silky sands on bare feet – gentle waves kissing the shores lazily every now and then – a bunch of excited kids playing cricket – long rows of beautifully coloured boats – nets lying tangled on the shores - fisher men and women at work – looking all busy and important – friends and families sharing good times. I felt all tiny and small standing on the shores and staring at the horizon across deep blue waters. My heart felt light – with happiness. I am sure that beach must have gifted beautiful memories to all who had ever been there.
I approached Chennai as a prejudiced stranger – I don’t know when I became friends with her. Chennai is filled with simple joys – enjoying dosai and a kappi early in the morning with a light drizzle for company – eating hot sambar rice with crisp appalams on a banana leaf - walking along Marina Beach – lazing around in Chennai Citi Centre – exploring Adyar – getting the feel of IIT – speaking in broken tamil and having a hearty laugh over my mistakes – meeting amazingly warm and friendly people – smiling back at shy, curious kids – the veshtis – the Kanjeevarams – I liked every bit of Chennai that I saw – I enjoyed every moment spent there.
Before I knew, I was back at the airport – staring at that beautiful hilly terrain once again. Back to where I started I guess – there was a difference now though – Chennai was no longer a stranger to me.
Monday, June 23, 2008
He: Yeah - it does
She: Wot hurts you dude?
He: Watching Vidya in Kismet Konnection. Sad!
She: Wot hurts - to love someone with all your heart knowing that your presence or absence makes no difference to him - knowing that he doesnt miss you even in the smallest way possible - knowing that you are not a part of his world - knowing that you are doing the most impractical thing on this planet and still doing it anyway - that hurts.
He: Ouch - that must actually hurt - is that why we are sitting in a temple right now?
He: Well - think about this - isnt it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
She: Easier said than done
He: Is that why we are sitting in a temple right now?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
The film made for an interesting chat afterwards – do such rules actually work in real life? Or does love know no rules? Can you modulate your behaviour to make some one fall for you? Then what are first impressions all about? Is the whole wooing and flattering ritual over-rated? Can you actually make love happen? Is it okay to fake an image in love? Is it justified to pretend just because you’re in love? Is it after all really true that all’s fair in love?
The questions ended as the coffee mugs emptied – all said and done – Rules was a really good watch – with some beautifully written songs like this one - rock on :)
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Mere mann yeh bata de tu - kis or chala hai tu
Kya paya nahi tune - kya dhoondh raha hai tu
Jo hai ankahee - jo hai ansunee
Woh baat kya hai bata
Mitwa - kahe dhadkane tujhse kya
Mitwa - yeh khud se to na tu chhupa
Jeevan dagar mein - prem nagar mein
Aaya nazar mein jab se koi hai
Tu sochta hai - tu poochta hai
Jis ki kami thi kya yeh wohi hai
Haan yeh wohi hai - haan yeh wohi hai
Tu ek pyaasa aur yeh nadi hai
Kaahe nahi isko tu khul ke bataye
Jo hai ankahee - jo hai ansunee
Woh baat kya hai bata
Mitwa - kahe dhadkane tujhse kya
Mitwa - yeh khud se to na tu chhupa
Teri nigahen paa gayee raahein
Par tu yeh soche - jau na jau
Yeh zindagi jo - hai naachti to
Kyun bediyon mein hai tere paanv
Preet ki dhun par naach le pagal
Udta agar hai - udne de aanchal
Kaahe koi apne ko aise tarasaye
Jo hai ankahee - jo hai ansunee
Woh baat kya hai bata
Mitwa - kahe dhadkane tujhse kya
Mitwa - yeh khud se to na tu chhupa
Mere mann yeh bata de tu - kis or chala hai tu
Kya paya nahi tune - kya dhoondh raha hai tu
OST: Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (2006)
Friday, June 20, 2008
Every attempt possible was made to save the accused but finally amidst all that - truth prevailed. While the lifer for the five accused re-affirms one’s faith in the judicial system of this country, alongside I find it hard to ignore this recurring thought – for her family the wait lasted five years – agonizing, painful, suffocating five years – her family’s agony can only be imagined – can anything ever make up for that time lost - isn’t justice delayed justice denied? All I can do is whisper a silent prayer for all those Bijal’s, Aarushi’s & Jessica’s out there - who die a silent, untimely, cruel death – for no fault of their own - every day – every minute.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
He: Wot lucky people?
She: You know how some people are together because they feel they cant do better - or how some people are sad and miserable living alone all their lives - and then there is this tiny miniscule group of lucky people - who actually get to be with the ones they are madly in love with.
He: Have you ever considered just being in love - and leave the madly bit out of it?
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Let’s face it – the losses being incurred by oil companies in India have been to the tune of Rs.2,00,000 odd crores. If the fuel prices in Indian markets were not hiked now, then the companies would have, sooner or later, run out of money to buy crude and then the country would have – literally - come to a halt. As a matter of fact, these hikes – if anything – are only providing only temporary and partial relief. We need to realise that even with these hikes in place, these companies are still making a loss.
Agreed that the price rise might boost inflation further, which is already rocketing upwards to new all-time highs - but inflation control is to be chiefly done through the proper channels and by the right institutions. One solution could be to let rupee have a steady rise against the dollar, which would counter the rising oil prices. Another option could be to harden interest rates – with a healthy GDP growth rate, this would actually be considered a calculated risk. Shifting focus from inflation solutions, let’s acknowledge the fact that the government at the Centre, on its part, has cut taxes on fuel and a few Left-ruled and Congress-ruled states are already following suit. Most factions are chipping in to deal with the problem – then why should the common man be left behind – this question surely deserves a thought.
Meanwhile, amidst all this turmoil, to watch political parties of the Opposition resort to good, old opportunism – is to watch a repeat telecast of the blatant misuse of democracy. The mindless and hasty strikes called by the Opposition do not – in any way – reflect remotely reasonable sensibilities. The strikes organised across few states is only for protesting against fuel hike – no party involved in these strikes has come forth with an alternative long-term solution to the crude oil crisis facing the nation currently. My question for these parties is that when the country imports oil, shouldn’t it pay the prevailing international price? Shouldn’t the nation as a whole bear the burden of price rise?
To cut a long story short, this "oil shock" – as some are calling it – is here to stay and we better get used to it. Let’s face this long-known, well-ignored fact atleast now –all’s not well – rather – oil’s not well.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Brian Eno once said that "I've always thought that art is a lie, an interesting lie. And I'll sort of listen to the "lie" and try to imagine the world which makes that lie true... what that world must be like, and what would have to happen for us to get from this world to that one." Van Gogh’s world intrigues me and I can never tire of imagining it.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is not as easy as looking at it. ~Gogh
It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to. . . . The feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures. ~Gogh
When I have a terrible need of — shall I say the word — religion, then I go out and paint the stars. ~Gogh
Brian Eno also said that "Rationality is what we do to organize the world, to make it possible to predict. Art is the rehearsal for the inapplicability and failure of that process." I guess the world owes its success in some ways to the failures of Van Gogh.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
One – he rejects the tendency of certain individuals and sections to be offended by works of art or literature. If one is offended – one should not read the specific book or look at the particular painting, but one has no right to stop someone else from expressing himself. What is vital is to look at any work of art from the artist’s point of view rather than that of the viewer.
Two – mindful of the fact that he may come across to certain sections as someone who does not understand that liberal attitude to art just reflects the mindset of a paltry minority with a vast majority only being offended with the kind of art his judgement will protect, he goes on to defend his line of thinking with the following lines – "A crude view of democracy gives a distorted picture…In real democracy, a dissenter must feel at home and not be looking nervously looking all around fearing captivity or harm for his unconventional or critical views. There should be freedom for the thought we hate. Freedom of speech has no meaning if there is no freedom after speech".
He concludes his statement with a hope that his judgement will serve as a prologue to a broader thinking and greater tolerance for the creative field. To hear such language and logic from an Indian High Court Judge - who has all the liberty to interpret the right to freedom in the most conservative fashion – sure does give a lot of hope for the future of creative expression in India.
However, all claps apart, how practical it is to expect such liberal attitude from all Indians? To what extent can odd and offendable forms of creative expression be ignored in a widely conservative country like India? Should there be no social bounds on creative expression? Can art get away with blasphemy? Is Husain right in taking liberty with his depiction of religion? Can it be ignored in the name of artistic license? Doesn’t art have a moral bearing on the society that inspires its very existence? Or does art merely depict a society’s hidden –sometimes unthinkable - perception on many unspoken and taboo issues? These questions remain – perhaps with no absolute answers.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Gruesome – shocking – scandalizing. These words summarize Aarushi Talwar’s death. She was too young to have any significant achievements to her credit – too old to not have any dreams for her future. What is it about her death that has caught so many eyeballs? I mean, murders happen daily – regularly – much crueler murders happen. Then why this chaos about this certain Aarushi? Maybe because she was just like anyone amongst us – regular – normal. Maybe because her death reminds us that we are perhaps not safe even within the confines of our own house. Whatever the reasons for the attention being given to her murder, what shocks me even more is the manner in which the media is highlighting and dissecting her life and character. Her conversations, emails, SMS'es and even her orkut profile is prime time news – her whole life is under public scrutiny – anyone who is anybody can have a say on what kind of girl was Aarushi – one doesn’t need to even know her personally for that.
Character assassination of Aarushi Talwar sure does look like a lot of fun – given how much the media is enjoying every passing moment of it. This just makes me wonder whatever happened to responsible journalism? Ethics? Morals? Values? Professionalism? When I switch on the television to watch news, I want to watch facts pertinent to her death and facts, that might help in nabbing the culprits – I am not interested in finding out unnecessary details about her friendships, family relations and phone transactions. I hope the media gives her some grace in her death and the journos behave like civilized human beings for once. Let’s not make a joke out of her death - draw a line somewhere and keep it professional.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
A smile on my ma’s face – I seriously believe that she is God’s special gift to me.
When pa falls asleep while reading his books – it is seriously cute.
Whenever any of my friends is smitten and in love – they are so happy and are ever-smiling like complete idiots.
Whenever I crack a really bad PJ and my friends go - "Oh Gawwwwwwwddddd!" :)
Seeing people talking busily into their cell phones – smiling – they seem so happy – makes me feel good.
Receiving hand-written letters – something so warm and personal about them – way better than any e-mail or gift.
Sipping buttermilk on a hot summer afternoon – actually anytime of the day – any day in the year.
Whenever my favorite song plays on the radio – when I least expect it.
Whenever I ride a cycle – seriously makes me feel like am back in school :)
Kids in my lane running after the ice cream van every evening – it’s chaos.
When I listen to the temple bells ringing in the distance every morning while I am waiting for my bus – makes me love God all the more :)
The garden in my neighbour’s house – she really loves her plants and flowers – it’s so sweet :)
The two kittens – hidden away behind that pile of sand opposite my house – they always keep peeping out – like naughty kids :)
The Mercedes parked 3 blocks away from my house – what a car! I want to own one someday :)
The stars in the sky which I see every night before I fall asleep.
Evening walks with ma on Sunday evenings.
Kids singing old-forgotten nursery rhymes in the day care center in my lane – every Saturday morning – I look forward to Saturday mornings only to listen to rhymes :)
The bus ride every morning from my house to office – I feel it’s the best time of the day – I love those rides.
Any mail from friends in my inbox
Serendipity, Notting Hill, Lagaan & Hum Tum – these movies make me smile – EVERYTIME.
Idli & sambar – I can die eating that combination :)
Oh ya – I almost forgot - shopping – coz lets face it – am just another girl after all :)