Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The strangeness of human mind

When I lost my dad, I thought my life was done too. I thought I wouldn't be able to live without him and my time too, would soon come. When the 17th day had passed (that was the longest I had ever been away from him), I realized nothing was going to happen to me just because I don't have the most important person in my life with me anymore. I was (probably, debatable) sent here with a purpose and till I achieve that, my time wouldn't come.

I started to associate his presence with the weirdest things possible; when my vehicle wouldn't start after multiple attempts, I would say a silent prayer to my dad, and my Hero Puch would purr into action (Of course, I didn't want to consider the possibility that the multiple attempts would have warmed up the engine and that, most obviously, was the reason); I would say a silent prayer to him during all my exams then onward and give him (HE still existed in my mind) the entire credit for my good scores; I lost my way back from a remote area I had been to once, and all the way back home, which took a good 2 hours, I "felt" I was being guided by him. I don't really believe in supernatural existence unless it is evil (Ugh, I know, but that's the way I feel) but all these were new experiences.

Now that I think of all these situations, I laugh to myself. How naive I was. Naive or not, I think the strong belief I had in him and his presence helped me sail through most of my teenage years and early 20s. I don't rely on him anymore (not always, anyway) though I wish I did. Maybe the presence of something so strong, such strong a belief or hope in something helps us wait for a better tomorrow.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Angel of the past

Memories...you were obviously good
And so you keep haunting me
The heights we reached, the paths we took
Won't just let me be
Crazy talks with self...God they need to stop
These memories...did they really take place?
Sometimes I think yes, sometimes no
Sometimes I forget the cause for my case
It's been so long, yet you so haunt me
Maybe it's time we met again
You know who you are, my angel of the past
Why don't you relieve me of this pain?

Monday, May 19, 2014

The Art of Communication

So much that I want to say
Words just don't come out
Oh what will happen if I say so
This is what keeps me in doubt
Why should I bother what they think
These are people who are my own
If I have to bother so much
Are these people really my own?
Alas I am a stranger to the art of communication
I would rather stay quiet than speak my heart
By doing so it is I, me, myself I hurt
Maybe in the end, that's why we drift apart

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

That Thing Called Friendship

The reason for me writing this post is that I just answered a FRIENDS quiz and that made me think of them and that then made me think of my friends and friendship in general.

Now, I have been pretty lucky in this department. I have had some great friends in my life, although not all of them have made it till now, and the same goes to me too. I haven't been there for my friends like I used to. Yes, we keep in touch, yes we WhatsApp, yes we talk on the phone and perhaps meet once in a while; but it isn't what it used to be. There are probably just a couple of 2AM friends I have, you know, the ones I can call at 2AM and still get a response. I know that in hours of crisis, all these friends of mine will always be there for me and offer help in any way they can, but. It isn't the same.

When we talk or meet, we all feel the same bonding that we used to have, but that feeling is momentary. Yes, I still have a huge smile on my face when a friend calls out of the blue, but it isn't the same as chatting incessantly, cracking jokes that only you would understand and not having to worry about being judged or judgemental.

I was doing some thinking and here is what I have so far.

General rules and characteristics of friendship:

1. After a certain age, all the new people you meet become acquaintances and not friends in most cases
2. Friends of good friends always have the highest probability of becoming your good friends
3. Same goes for friends of better halves
4. In case of friendships, similars attract more than opposites
5. Friendships, like any other relationship, need lot of nurturing
6. Having a group of good friends who have other good friends increases your prospects of finding a good life partner ;)
7. People who you spend the most time with have the tendency to become your good friends provided you are like-minded
8. Contrary to popular and Sooraj Barjatya's belief, a guy and girl can be just friends! In fact, they can sometimes be better friends than with someone of their own gender
9. Friends are usually the worst hit when a life partner begins to emerge in one's life
10. Friends are the ones who help create the most of your life's best memories

To end this post, a simple poem:
Some have disappeared, very few stayed
Some are friends of friends, some are mine,
Some fought, some went away, some encroached
Some make the days of my life seem just fine

We may not talk, we may not meet, but if you have been or are my friend, please know that you are cherished and remembered.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Captain America & The Winter Soldier

Though this is coming a little late, I really wanted to write this. I usually catch most super hero movies within the first 3 days of their release, but somehow waited for more than 10 days to watch this one. I must say, it was worth the wait.

The one thing that strikes you most after watching this movie, or even during the movie, is it's story. Nowadays, most super hero movies have succumbed to graphics and special effects, and sadly, there isn't much of an emphasis on the story. This one's different. Maybe since Captain America doesn't really have any super power that needs to be shown via animations, it worked well too.

When S.H.I.E.L.D's director Nick Fury is attacked, he turns up at Captain America's house, gives him a USB drive, tells him not to trust anyone and then is declared dead in the hospital. The director's warning doesn't hold good for Black Widow or so it seems. Captain America trusts her from almost the very beginning of his fight against the people who are internal to S.H.I.E.L.D but are part of HYDRA, the terrorist organization. The fight is to stop a satellite program that basically predicts a person's future acts by reading their current digital footprints and decides to kill them if they can be a threat to HYDRA in the future, from being launched.

Captain America is ably assisted by the Black Widow and the Falcon in this venture, after S.H.I.E.L.D. decides to disown him. When Captain America comes face to face with the person on the other side who is helping accomplish HYDRA's satellite plan AKA the Winter Soldier, he is shocked. It is no one but Bucky, his best friend who he had thought he had lost in the war; only now, he doesn't recognize anyone, not even his best friend, Steve Rogers AKA Captain America.

In the end, against all odds, Captain America does save the satellites from being launched, pretty obviously :) I thought it was one of the better super hero movies, and definitely liked it more than the Avengers, where Captain America had absolutely nothing to do.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Relaxing Weekend

After a really long time, I had this totally relaxing weekend that reminded me of summer holidays during school days. Like most of you, I used to spend my summer holidays with cousins at my granny's; absolutely carefree, getting up late, playing for long, taking late baths, skipping breakfasts, bonding with cousins, laying lot of beds down in the hall next to each other and talking and giggling and making jokes till late in the night; you get the drift, right?

Now, mostly life seems to be a series of orchestrated motions and we keep searching for that one day or two without having anything to tend to and just relax.

Thanks to my mom and Avinash's parents visiting US, we had just this experience this weekend. And more so for me, because in our circle of friends, we are mostly the hosts and I spend quite a bit of my time in the kitchen and on making others feel comfortable; it's not that anyone expects it but it's just the way I am :)

But this weekend, I just lazed around at Avinash's place while the guys played FIFA, caught up with my reading after long, had the guys serve me food, listened to great music, slept in the hall talking for long, remembering the good ol' days. I feel rejuvenated after this and plan to do this often, to just take a break from the mundaneness!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Ulidavaru Kandante - As seen by me

So, I saw the trailer a few months back and I was hooked! I decided, boy, am I going to watch this one! And then the time arrived when the movie released and I kept the promise I had made to myself.

I wouldn't just stop grinning for the first 1 hour of the movie. The movie was so engrossing that I had to constantly get irritated with the people who were arriving late in the theater and making me miss even glimpses of scenes. A brilliantly shot Rishab Shetty's (as Raghu in the movie) version was taking place. What imagination! I absolutely loved the scenes in black and white where Rishab gets down a flight of stairs, and this wasn't the look and feel of a conventional building, mind you. It was a deserted place and the stairs kept appearing out of nowhere and the bag (the famous red bag with the "thing") is the only prominent prop in the scene. This is followed by a mad rush in a car which is again brilliantly thought of, and shot! Then, the scene where he is behind closed doors and waiting to meet his mother after so many years, the changes in the lighting from inside the house as the mother apparently hears the knock and the background music: Goosebumps moment indeed.

From this emotional turmoil, the story takes you to the eccentricity of Rakshit Shetty's character Richie. Phata poster nikla hero! What dialogue delivery, what eccentricity of the character who once robbed a policeman's uniform and decided to wear the belt forever, what emotions of a betrayed friend, what childishness to want a old photo of his that was taken by a girl during their childhood when he was being arrested for murder and to go to any lenghts to irritate her for it...and I can go on. Arguably, my favorite character in the movie, Rakshit Shetty's Richie steals your heart and makes you want to be like him, always so full and confident of himself.

By intermission, I was totally sold on the narrative style, the picturisation, the characters and the movie itself. I was looking forward to seeing how the rest of the movie unfolds. I wouldn't be lying if I said I was disappointed with the second half of the movie, mostly because of its slowness. I would have probably liked the film more if it was maybe 15-20 mins shorter in length.

Anyhow, the major highlights of the second half were the mother's version of how his long-lost son made his way back home and wants to take her to Dubai with him, far away from her troubled days as a fisher-woman. Tara, playing the mother, is yet again brilliant. The emotional highs she has portrayed, from the aging lady whose fishes are not being sold well and is trying hard to make ends meet, to the mother who sees her son and cannot believe her eyes, to a transformed woman who goes and tells all her friends happily that she is flying to Dubai, are heartfelt.

The love story between Munna (Kishore) and Sharada (Yagna Shetty) is as simple as love can ever get. As they say, expressions speak a thousand words. Through their eyes and smiles, the characters take you through their immense love and respect for each other with much ease. Democracy, the boy who works with Munna to repair boats, is by far the only actor I felt that had come close to Rakshit Shetty's dialog delivery! Wow! The boy's constant obsessions with Rayban sunglasses, his broken slippers, his doctor disguise for Krishna Janmashtami, everything is lovable.

Balu (Achyuth Kumar) is a troubled man. He has found the "thing" from the depths of the sea but along with huge fortunes, the "thing" brings bad luck, or so he believes, because of a crow that starts kaawing the night he brings the "thing" home and doesn't stop. A few scenes that are worth mentioning here are the Huli-Vesha (tiger disguise) dance and the way he is shown as getting high and blabbering things to Munna.

The end of the movie came much too suddenly in my opinion and of course, the loose ends could not be tied up because the entire story is bits and pieces of narrations from people on what they saw and how they saw it. Since 3 of the characters die (2 for sure,  I for one think that Raghu doesn't die) and their versions cannot be heard, the remainder of the story is left to the audience's imagination. Loved that part! And I tried to come up with quite a few perceptions of the story myself :)

The fact that the movie made me think of what could have happened, I think, is a win in itself. Kudos to the team for coming up with something that is much needed, applauded and appreciated: creativity!

This is a new one, guys. Go watch it, in theaters, today!