Being in love, being passionate about having someone around you is a wonderful feeling. The feel fades away, moves out and you miss it, and the search begins for that adrenaline rush. The blood rush when, her hair brushes your face, the smell of good old cinthol powder, tulsi leaves and jasmine flowers, leaves you dumbstruck. Affairs in school days are something that remains within you. Those are the days you fear the class teacher, fellow students, parents and everyone around you, but still meet her at the backstage during annual day, at the backseat of the school bus during excursions, fun that can never come back.
But then there are extends to which, people go to be near someone you like.This blog is about one of my close friends who got married recently. Big bombs come in small sizes, is a statement you'll believe when you meet this guy just kissing five feet. Anyways, he was a romantic within, fell in love with a girl every quarter and had the guts to go behind a girl, stop her on the main road and propose in front of three other girls, barely able to look into her eyes without lifting his face at 60 degrees. Anyways, during the fall of 1998, our friend fell for a girl, who was the grandchild of the school's owner. Irking her, was liking poking a lion on it's ass inside a cave with just one exit.
Listening to someone is unmanly, and our hero never listened. The girl was a hosteler and I was the messenger always. From passing letters under the table to giving chocolates and flowers, convincing her that the chances my friend won't fall for anyone else kept me busy. Summer vacation meant a break in the flow of activities, love was oozing out and to feel her always was the point of discussion. Getting her book, bag hairband, lip balm something that could make our hero, feel the chick. At last, it was decided that something she wore, would be fine. Knowing the legacy, We denied stealing undergarments :).
Jumping into the ladies toilet at 2:00 am in the morning was fun. Sanitary pads, face scrubs, undergarments of all sizes and shapes. Arguments on who wears what etc went on till 2:45 am. We could find a white kurti with her name embroidered under it. We took it along with countless face masks, scrubs etc. Vacation started and one fine day, we walked into our friends home and the sight was quite embarrassing, dressed in the stolen white Kurti, jumping in joy the boy's face had a spark of fire in it.
Thank god, his face almost has the same spark, while he got married to this young lady. His posts in Orkut serves as the evidence, might be it's about the spark a woman could bring in, that's what he is passionate about and he has found his spark again.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Moving out of Mumbai !!!!
Hey, this is a sudden realization, real sudden. But I always ponder over the reason on why couldn't I stick to the maximum city, on why I could not be a mumbaikar. I could hardly spend a week, and had to move out. But is that because, I am someone who cannot adjust, is it that life has become too comfy or have I lost it in me to push hard and move on. Anyways an RCA is required, because moving to Mumbai was a well though decision and the gene that triggered the move back still existed in me, ready to pop -up and pull me down at another instance.
Mumbai fast, furious, crowded, like fortunes of people climate changes, misery on the streets, hawkers beggars, eunuchs, prostitutes and what not. The fight for survival happens underneath your nose, happens everywhere but in Mumbai happens in such an volume it's hard to ignore. Merciless sights on the backdrop of Mercs, that's Mumbai. The reason I figured out might be lame, but might be worth a discussion.
Mumbai, the city of dreams are for people, who come in there with dreams. Dreams which took birth out of passion, not on half way fighting the never ending battle of survival. Dreams out of passion, often shape into careers, which are close to human instincts, into fortes which one wanted to end up before knowing the benefits aligned to it, dream like these are selfless, pure and doesn't die easy death. Then the later kind of dreams, picked up during the battle of survival, like a rainy day making you feel the need of a car ( Misinterpreted as a dream), Child's birth making you think of a Two bedroom apartment etc. These aren't dreams but sheer necessities which get tagged as dreams, cause anything hard to achieve or nearly in the horizon of luxury is tagged a dream. These dreams get's murdered, trampled as most of them are necessities and not even close to real dreams.
Pre- Mumbai, I almost had achieved all of my dreams other than going to a Big - B school and to see Man U play at Old trafford. Realizing the fact that all I dreamt about never had anything aligned to my natural instincts, I am still soul searching on what I really want. With such a heart no one could enter Mumbai, If you want to be a mumbaikar there are two ways :
1) Never think a lot,get to work, do the job and travel back. Never look back, never be retrospective, being retrospective in Mumbai is like being a virgin inside a Military camp, you are vulnerable. Never compare your lifestyle in any other metro, the breezy drive, people who recognize you by name and all these thoughts will just add to the pain while pulling out your feet, which has gone through serious changes during the train travel.
2) Have a dream, which could take you where you can never imagine, a dream only this city can make sense to. A dream which will make you feel the rush in the local trains like a body massage, the unexpected rains as a free shower or a blessing, floods as declared holidays. A dream that will get you somewhere where you get started, a dream that's a beginning and not an end.
I went to Mumbai blank, idle at work, thoughts rushed in, no dream big enough to make me stick, nothing justified me being there. There are certain places on earth, where your stay must be justified, I realize Mumbai is definitely on of them. A space there is either for someone who wants to go through life without thinking or for someone who has a dream that keep him up throughout.
Mumbai fast, furious, crowded, like fortunes of people climate changes, misery on the streets, hawkers beggars, eunuchs, prostitutes and what not. The fight for survival happens underneath your nose, happens everywhere but in Mumbai happens in such an volume it's hard to ignore. Merciless sights on the backdrop of Mercs, that's Mumbai. The reason I figured out might be lame, but might be worth a discussion.
Mumbai, the city of dreams are for people, who come in there with dreams. Dreams which took birth out of passion, not on half way fighting the never ending battle of survival. Dreams out of passion, often shape into careers, which are close to human instincts, into fortes which one wanted to end up before knowing the benefits aligned to it, dream like these are selfless, pure and doesn't die easy death. Then the later kind of dreams, picked up during the battle of survival, like a rainy day making you feel the need of a car ( Misinterpreted as a dream), Child's birth making you think of a Two bedroom apartment etc. These aren't dreams but sheer necessities which get tagged as dreams, cause anything hard to achieve or nearly in the horizon of luxury is tagged a dream. These dreams get's murdered, trampled as most of them are necessities and not even close to real dreams.
Pre- Mumbai, I almost had achieved all of my dreams other than going to a Big - B school and to see Man U play at Old trafford. Realizing the fact that all I dreamt about never had anything aligned to my natural instincts, I am still soul searching on what I really want. With such a heart no one could enter Mumbai, If you want to be a mumbaikar there are two ways :
1) Never think a lot,get to work, do the job and travel back. Never look back, never be retrospective, being retrospective in Mumbai is like being a virgin inside a Military camp, you are vulnerable. Never compare your lifestyle in any other metro, the breezy drive, people who recognize you by name and all these thoughts will just add to the pain while pulling out your feet, which has gone through serious changes during the train travel.
2) Have a dream, which could take you where you can never imagine, a dream only this city can make sense to. A dream which will make you feel the rush in the local trains like a body massage, the unexpected rains as a free shower or a blessing, floods as declared holidays. A dream that will get you somewhere where you get started, a dream that's a beginning and not an end.
I went to Mumbai blank, idle at work, thoughts rushed in, no dream big enough to make me stick, nothing justified me being there. There are certain places on earth, where your stay must be justified, I realize Mumbai is definitely on of them. A space there is either for someone who wants to go through life without thinking or for someone who has a dream that keep him up throughout.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Aadukalam, Simply Superb !!!!!
A movie where, hero does not dream about being in Vienna or Austria, does not dance with hip shaking women with belly buttons deeper than the producers pocket, a movie where in fights have a touch of realism, music is effervescent and smells the locations where the movie is shot, that's something everyone would love to see. Aadukalam, the Dhanush flip does not symbolize realism,it's not another main stream commercial movie, it's in between, more like the silence between heart beats.
Has a story that has never been told, told in a way never been told and viewed by a generation who could never believe this story if not this convincingly conveyed. Kudos to the music director, music and the choreography is too good to be undermined. Last but not least the director and the cinematographer who have worked their a#$ off to get every bit in place. The movie moves on the hero's shoulder and with the size of his shoulder he has done a commendable job, good clean acting.
The movie is a must watch, for a generation whose thoughts are spanned between 14 - 42 inches, achievements are shorter lived that mouse clicks and happiness as blurred as a images on a CRT monitor under magnetic field. Three years of effort shows, great movie !!!!
Has a story that has never been told, told in a way never been told and viewed by a generation who could never believe this story if not this convincingly conveyed. Kudos to the music director, music and the choreography is too good to be undermined. Last but not least the director and the cinematographer who have worked their a#$ off to get every bit in place. The movie moves on the hero's shoulder and with the size of his shoulder he has done a commendable job, good clean acting.
The movie is a must watch, for a generation whose thoughts are spanned between 14 - 42 inches, achievements are shorter lived that mouse clicks and happiness as blurred as a images on a CRT monitor under magnetic field. Three years of effort shows, great movie !!!!
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