Reality check

Today I decided I would get myself out of this corner I was thinking of the last year. It was one heck of an eventful year a kinda bittersweet one. I fell in love got cheated twice in the same year. A lot happened right. Yeah and left two jobs, was broke and a lot of other similar shit. I was cheated by a guy I really loved. Heart break is a cliche I know. MOvies and your friends atleast give an idea of what it is like. But in reality it is even worse. Yeah it is.

The moment you know you are cheated or something similar, your throat becomes dry, head starts spinning, your eyes become wet instantly. You will have no idea what you are thinking about. Well that is just for starters the later is even worse. I am not here to think about that shit anyways. Now I was cheated by a dude! The worse part is I am still in contact with him.

I am away from him now. I chat almost everyday and ask him what he is doing. I dont know why I just expect every time that he would miss me sometime in his day. He would miss me when he wakes up late to his office, when he is eating or at least before sleeping. But no! He doesn’t. I just did not make any difference in a person’s life even after staying with him for an year. Thats one heck of a relationship right?! Yeah it is. I want to think that may be he is not good at expressing. But no he said those things to so many other girls. Why not me?!!

That rejection and anticipation is what I am talking about, the aftermath of heart break. I was there with him for about 5-6 months even after being cheated. Helped him and took help from him. Had fun and cried. For getting accepted. AN anticipation that he would miss me, love me. It never happened. I dont know what is it about me that drives away people from me. Ugliness?! stupidity?!! I  dont know! Even after being for an year I couldnt get him to say those words from him. At least a miss you. May be he is happy. BUt atleast that. I would feel better if he would have said at least that. I would have felt I made some difference good or bad. Now in this night right after chatting with him and having an other day of rejection consecutively since august 21st I decided I should change. I should let go. Let go of him. Because no matter what I do or do not do, it is not going to make even a little difference in him. He is going to have the same life find an other girl. I was ready to trust him not just the first time he cheated but also the second time, I thought it was a roller coaster ride but worth a it. But it was not enough for him to love me. I dont know what else would be enough. I would never forget this one year and these four months of torture. I need to face the fact that nothing is enough for him to love me. All the time he spent with me was for nothing. It was not friendship, not love it was a safe game for him. I was just stupid to think it would lead to something called a happy ending. The fog from my eyes is clearing and I can see some facts. He never and will never ever love me.

I just dont understand why did he never say those words to me? Why did he never say I love you or I miss you to me. Why did not I make a little scratch in his life. May be nothing about me is good enough for him. Even if I get ten times slimmer, ten times hotter he would still want some other girl. Or may be I am crazy. So the biggest thing I realised today was he will never love me. He just doesnt even realize it. He will never ever miss me, no matter what I do. These ae the things I need to accept. I accepted. LIfe is tough. So I just thought I should do something more useful. SO my resolutions for this year are what I wrote in my 43things.com

1. I would apply to as many jobs as possible right from tomorrow.(I already started)

2. I will try to do as much research as possible in my field of study.

Other than the academic goals, my personal goals are:

1. Remove him from my life. Think about him as less as possible and accept the fact. see the reality.

2. Learn swimming.

3. Start my crafts again.

4. Develop a positive look on life. Learn how to be single and not to make mistakes or learn from them. Try to think only about yourself and learn your positives and negatives.

5. No more bull shit drama. :)

I would think as less as possible and open my windows to more things, more people. I would try to first get a good career. I will not corner myself. I do not deserve to be treated like this. I deserve to be treated right I need to move to a different place find more people and find love. Find someone who will treat me right not like some invisible person.

This year is going to be exciting!!! I think I will have no more posts about shit like this. I will have posts only about good things that are happening in my life.  Watch out!!! :)

I am done with updating resume and started looking for stuff to apply. Way to go!!! woooohooooo!!! :)

I have a really nice plan for myself. I will write it in next post.

Expressing in a Realtionship

Today I feel a pressing need to write something. A pressing need for people to listen to what I have to say. Why is saying something so important?

As I walk back from my house I hear people talking all around me, faint whispers. Talking to someone, talking to themselves. Thinking always thinking. In a day we think about thousand things. Always express to ourselves. You dont like what someone in your class is wearing? You think to yourself that she looks funny. Someone is looking hot, you think to yourself he is looking hot and move on. But when is this pressing need to express. What do people mean by express to yourself and express to others?

I just broke up with someone. I was deeply involved with him. I know how much I was involved with him, but I he never knew how much it was because I never told. I always thought it was obvious. As a person who is hardly trying to get over someone, I keep thinking about a lot of random stuff. Especially life in general. When in relationship I thought sometimes to myself, he looks hot in this shirt,  i like when he looks at me like that, i love him so much, i cant imagine living without him, i am so happy he came etc etc. But I never told. I thought it was obvious. I thought it was obvious when two people spend 24 X 7 together it means they dont have to say. It is obvious and self explanatory.

Unfortunately people in real life are not like actors in fairy tale. They dont get what you want till you tell them. They are not pros at dealing with people like me who are impaired at expressing. Even my mom who saw me for at least 20 years(in my case) never gets what I mean till I tell her. How can I expect a total stranger I met an year ago figure me out? So he thought I was not looking for a long term relationship and got away with an other girl who had guts to express. A girl who told him what she wants. She told him ‘I Love You’ those three words I made obvious in every act of mine but never told.In fact I never told that to myself.

I never expressed to myself nor anyone else. I dont want to think about what wrong he did and what did I do. I dont want to go down that lane. It would just leave me with bitterness. But I just want to learn today how important it is to tell and express. Of course! it is. Someone tells me I am looking good one day I feel happy and more confident. I feel the same happiness in someone when I tell them. Then why stop myself from telling? Why stop expressing how much important they are to you?

So I thought this christmas I would make a list a list of all people who I met and would have fun meeting again. My school friends, high school friends I just ping sometime on facebook, family etc etc. I would just think how important they are to me and tell them. I know they will be totally surprised listening that from me but I want to do it. Just stop for a while and appreciate time people give me. A classmate of mine helped me understanding something, I would make him my friend and tell him I appreciate his help. I would tell my mom how much I love her and how much I miss her. Tell my friends I miss them. I would just stop cornering myself and lock myself up. I would tell people exactly how I feel. they are irritating me since a long time, I would just tell them shut up. May be not so rudely but in a way they would know. God gave us language, mouth and brain to feel, think and express.

Sometimes expressing might be dangerous. They might ruin some things. Because when I told my boyfriend that I loved him a lot and I did not expect that from him. A lot of things happened. He broke up with the other girl. This got really complicated. I complicated everything. It was all because I had anger and frustration from my past. Which I could never express. Anger against men because I was cheated once. That was when I thought ‘I would never have a man again in my life.. If I ever have I would not be fooled by him again’. this was it. This anger ruined me. I couldnt express it, couldnt hold it when I realised I was cheated again. My ego was bruised. Something I never wanted to happen has happened. I wanted a revenge. I was caught in between all of these revenge, anger that was surfacing from my past, frustration because my ego was hurt. love towards my boyfriend. None of which I could express. I tried tried tried to make things work. But it doesnt work that way.When I started expressing it was destructive. It was like I was slapping him and hurting my hand too. I slapped him so much till both my hand and his cheek have become numb. So I let him free of my anger and set myself free. I now sometimes feel like telling him I love you. But I only listen silence from the other side. I want to express but he doesn’t want to listen. Its not just expressing but expressing at the right time and right way is also very important.

Now I realized what are things that have gone wrong, what part of the things I messed and the things I would not mess again. In the end I realized how important it is to express. I am young I still have a lot of things ahead. I don’t know if I can still dare to hope if I can patch up with my boyfriend once everything calms down. Because I still think we are so perfect together when I meet him. I don’t totally deny his fault. But there is fault of mine too. He cheated me for some other girl, that is the truth which always seems fresh to me. For some crazy reasons I still think things can work out between us. But for now I just want to take a break and appreciate life I have and get over my bitterness towards men. May be I can totally get over him and find someone who would not cheat on me. May be things can work out between us which is rare but a miracle. For now I just want to think about setting myself free from anger, frustration and appreciate life.

TWILIGHT Vs HARRY POTTER

TWILIGHT CAN NEVA BE HARRY POTTER……………

Harry Potter

Harry PotterTwilight Saga

 

Well I have just completed reading Twilight saga and I read few reviews on-line by other readers. Few said that Twilight is new Harry Potter. Well all I can say is excuse me!!!!.I am not a big fan of Harry Potter nor Twilight. But, I think the whole argument is unnecessary cuz there is no way that twilight can match harry potter. Of coarse not. 

Twilight SagaTwilight is a book of the love story between a teenage girl,Bella and a vampire,Edward. Well the basic plot is this and the other three books revolve around the same story line. People keep coming and going and the story goes on. Its like it doesn’t have a plot which can be as gripping as Harry Potter nor the high imaginations of Harry Potter. I know they do not go with the story if  Stephine Mayer would have included some vampire world or something. But the storyline is attractive so she could have added much more stuff in it. Instead of the same Bella,Bella and more n more of Bella. I got really bored in the second book it self. ****SPOILERS*** In the second book Bella falls in love with Jake. Then she realizes that he is a werewolf and then when Edward comes back after leaving her for her own good she chooses Ed over Jake. I dint like the drama. Author could have put more of adventure elements than this soap. The same soap continues. I wonder how come its the top bestseller. I mean it is good but it doesn’t deserve such a reward. Anyways I don’t think its much to bother as such books come often and soon forgotten. Plain English and not so gripping story and over rated reviews made me buy the book. So I think I have every right to comment this way for my pocket money i spent on the book.

Harry Potter on the other hand though not my type of genre took a grip of me when i was reading. It made me mad every few chapters about whats going on rather than just plainly moving like twilight. I had to sit down and complete the total book in one go so that I can keep myself  sane. It had more scope I do agree and there are no similarities in both the novels to compare them. I am writing this because I have read reviews of many people who think twilight is better than HP. Well all i can say is may be Twilight is the only novel they have read or may be they dint read many books up-to the date they wrote those reviews and I can totally guarantee thathey dint read Harry Potter. 

Please comment after you read its not injurious to your health.

LETTER FROM A SOLDIER…….

welll i always wondered how its like to be a soldier..i mean a sense of pride that you have something to protect and sense of passion for country…well i will cut it out here cuz in the place i live its not allowed for girls..i hate it..whatever..here is a letter i wrote just imagining how would it be being like a soldier and missing 

home..

letter from soldier


hiii dear,
How’s everything going there. How is our pet?? I miss roger badly and cricket.How’s everyone in the place doing. I am not drinking too much andI am eating properly. Its dusty and cold in here.My hand is shaking when I am writing this.hehehe. My pals saw your photograph and wanted to see you .So get ready for a big party. I know you must missing me and worried to death. Is Roger eating well? I wrote to my mom and dad but they are still angry with us and our sudden marriage. But what should I do I couldn’t help i hope they would soon understand that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Don’t worry things here are pretty much peaceful like there.I hear to songs in the evening and wondering what are you hearing there.I keep looking at the moon every night but without you.It hurts me to talk to myself under the moon.I think you are doing the same.I get up in the morning and look around for you and see your photo.So you are safe in here, how am i there?am i doing well???or are you imagining me with that cold thingy which i always get. Pretty girls are here around in the city and they keep remindingof  your face.Its so stupid of me that at times, i go behind one of the girl just because she looks just like you from behind. Dont keep missing me too much.Dont cry at night catching this letter in the bed. Next time i see you u should be dancing in the rain not crying……
Miss you like hell…take care of me…eat well you should be atleast as fat as i am.

Yours ever
XXXXXX
reply to the above:
hiii dear,
Your doing really great here..Dont keep wondering what am i listening to everyday evening I am listening to your favourite numbers.Me and Roger are missing you like hell.Its eating well but missing morning walks.I am taking it everyday for a morning walk, but its walking sloppily without running behind the other dogs. 
      Please eat well. I know you dont like the food there, but please.I will do anything you ask me to cook after coming back, but do eat well.Its ok if you booze an extra glass but keep yourself warm you catch cold easily.By now I think you are sneezing.Without you, I feel that whole world is depopulated.Rita’s boyfriend proposed her and she is getting married soon and she is all excited.I am trying to be excited,but at the end of the day i realize i was just acting without you I am such waste.I miss your hugs dear under the moon.All I was do is staring at the moon and hugging pillow,crying and sleeing with roger beside.Today i have your letter with me.The whole house  seems so empty.Your letter pepped me up soooo much.Sorry I couldnt help my tears.I tried to convince your parents and they are not so angry as you think.Its just that they are busy with rita’s wedding plans.Now dont put that face of coarse she’s not getting married till you come.People are coming now and then to give me company and making me smile..But i want to laugh till my stomach hurts so please come back..
I know its lonely for you out there but dont worry peace talks are going on and I am sure everything will be alright.you will come back and play football with your friends and take roger for walk.I am waiting for you and  your party.
P.S: dare not fall in love with those girls because they are looking like me..:)
yours ever
XXXXXXX More

Little Girls goin Hard on Single Ladies!!!!

Mmm long long time… No complaints had no mood to write something was just messed up a bit. Whatever. I randomly watched this particular video on youtube and was shocked. First time I watched there were just thousands of views and wished they could take some action on these people before it spreads more. Well nothing can be hidden from youtubers :) it was like a fire. It was all over in many channels and people made spoofs and reaction videos for that.

I dont know if I should call it disturbing or amazing because even if I thought it was wrong somehow I found myself watching it again and again. The girls danced sooo well. Some moves I could only do after years of practice, these girls did ‘em jus like that. I never in the world imagined a group of seven year old cute girls would set the stage on fire wearing skimpy clothes and doing beyonce moves. Never!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYg5qE9VwMk

Was it child porn? Screw the outfit children look cute and turn out anything innocent no matter what they wear. My point is the moves, they were defnitely not innocent and cute. The club moves and the imitation of beyonce’s moves were defnitely not. The way they danced for certain part of the lyrics was surely disturbing.

Children have certain development phase. Every phase is important and every phase has an immense influence in shaping their character. Whatever these children would like to become in the future is their opining and completely immeterial to the discussion. But, they should be given everything that is supposed to be healthy and good so that they would make a wise decision. I am talking about long term influence on children. I am seriously not talking about pedophiles who might get encouragement from this video. I am talking about the amount of information the children might have received before dancing. It was good except for few moves which were suggestive. I am talking about them and the interpretations children might have recieved from the choreographers before dancing.

Its common that children come across certain amount of profanity in some form or the other. In this information boom its hard to stop. But, its the responsibility of parents to save them from such profanity and preserve this innocence as long as possible. Not trying to get profanity across children just because they cant understand it. Just imagine these children trying to sit together during breaks and discussing what the song is about. OMG!!!

I know they are artists and I cant myself pull off even 10 secs of what they did. They have talent eople only crave for and what they wore was just costume. They did it in front of a big stage and no where else. I should stop being conservative shut my mouth and encourage this dance. But, how far can this be encouraged. To so far that my cousins who are 5 and 7 try learning these steps and doing in front of everyone, till someone shows up dancing Missy Elliots songs. Come on people I know they are great performers but they are trying to use their talent in a wrong way. They are just 7 or 8 and its illegal to make them use language inappropriate for them.

This World of Dance Competition that took place in Pomona, California last month, no one knew about it and now everyone knows. May be that is one other reason they made these children do something that bold. People would never have made it famous if these cute girls danced for something from sound of music or cuppy cake. Congrats to all those people you have got what you want on the cost of feeding shit into children’s brains. Choreographers are now famous and will get more offers. You see the trade. Poor kids and those parents who do not have enough brains to stop their kids from being explioted. God bless you kids!! Keep dancing !! You rock!!

Dear John….(Very touching)

This is a letter written by a wife to her husband who works in army. Just read it till the end to know why did I name my blog unread letters…

 

Dear John,

Hi dear. How are you? Where are you? I did not hear you leave. The bed is still warm and your smell, still lingering around. All your memories are  intact. I don’t want to move anything, it might change my memory.

I will wake up tomorrow like every other day. Go to the shore and wait for your ship. In the evening I will retrace my steps, come back and sleep thinking you will come to see me sleep.

I dont want to call anyone nor write to them. They might wake me up from this dream. I like this dream which doesn’t wake up to see the reality that you are dead. I will wake up again redo the same things, be hopeful for tomorrow. I like this frozen time which doesn’t look back at memories as though they were past nor look forward for tomorrow. I live at a point where I have no past, no future and no reason for having a present without you.

People might think that I am just alive and I am not living. They will never know I cant live without you, I can barely manage to stay alive. May be someone will come and try to wake me up. I wont dear, I will continue to live in this dream because I have no courage to face reality.

I will now end this letter I am writing to you. I will hug it all night, cry my heart out and burn the letter before sleeping. I will wake up tomorrow as though I had a nightmare and search for you. I already promised you that I wont wake up from this dream. I will redo same things again and again.

I will never get tired of waiting for you. Hope your thoughts will keep me alive.

Your’s Ever,

 

If a hand is hitting me…then the hand that hit me is also hurt…

I feel a sort of Zen thing getting over me. I happened to read few books about this thing called forgiveness and came about with my own opinion about it. Mind you, opinion is more like an ass everyone has one, so respect it. If I hurt your feelings, I am really sorry. Go ahead enjoy it and comment it… It’s really free… ;)

                                 “If a hand is hitting me…then the hand that hit me is also hurt…”

I don’t remember where I heard this saying and I can’t really say that I like it. But I remember it from the day I heard it. To think about someone when you are in pain is the last thing I want to do. I am not a saint. I hate the words about forgiveness. I have a person in my life, who deserves hatred from me in all ways. Then I listen from everyone and books tell you that you have to forgive people or else they keep haunting you. Is it really true? Or is the whole procession of forgiveness a fraud to convince people? People do seem to believe it and they seem to follow it. Is it a kind of mass mania? But they are happy forgiving people. I don’t really understand as I already told you I am not a saint. This forgiveness and hatred has thrown me into a confusion of what is right and what is wrong and what I want to do. It’s not just one person but I read stories of millions of people who found a miracle in their life forgiving murderers, rapists etc. It just freaks me out.

Forgiveness is more like letting go of people and crimes they have done. For the sins done by people they do deserve hatred. Forgiveness is cowardice and just an easy way out to escape from the hatred and pain. A disillusion created by people and religion to believe that they are happy. This is what I thought and I hated people telling me to develop forgiveness. Come on! Hatred is a feeling developed as a pay back to the people for their sins. It is teeth grindingly frustrating to listen to people telling things like everyone gets what they deserve. This is what I thought about forgiveness.

I tried forgiving my enemy it deprived me of sleep, peace and happiness. I then reForgivealized hating was much easier, much much easier than forgiving. I always thought forgiving was cowardice but it took a lot of courage to be a coward that way. Forgiveness is not like giving way to the people to commit more sins. Its more like an insult given to them making them realize, no matter what they do it can affect us in the least. People in this world care a shit about what you feel. They behave just the way they are. You hate them or forgive them they continue to do the same. Forgiveness can never change someone but it can surely change you. It can surely change what that’s around you. You hate a person and sleep for hundred years just cursing them and breathing hatred towards them. Later when you get up you see that nothing really changed, it was just you who was trying to latch on to that person while he let go of you already and not even bothered of what you feel. By forgiveness you can see the world change.forgiveness-picture

Forgiveness gives way to people hurting you more and more, but its way better than hurting and burdening yourself by hatred. I never thought about forgiveness but I don’t mind giving it a try.

IMPORTANCE AND UNIMPORTANCE OF VOTE

 

mmmm….not bad I am writing my second post in less than a week. I am not much of a social activist  I dont much bother and get touchy if an official is taking some bribe in front of me. Dont get me wrong I mean I cant get touchy for such things because in my country its all common. The number of times an old man visits Government office for his pension is more than his age or may be the number of days he is left with. That is the way here(there is a history how I picked up this line read below). I already told you I am not very touchy about such things then why the hell am I writing this?? Is’nt this your doubt? Wait I will answer to that later. 

 

When I was young I was taught in my text books that India is a secular country. After two days I read in the newspaper that there were something called Communal riots in Godhra and Hindus attacked Muslims and Muslims attacked Hindus. I dint understand back then much of it. But when I went out of my house everything was peaceful and my neighbour who is a muslim smiled at me and I answered back with a smile just wondering if I should do it or not. Even to day its like silent agreement that we smile at each other no mater what. I am sure she knows about all the attacks and even I know(I normally dont get confused things make me confused). Okie leme not get too much touchy I told ya right I am a plain girl I just watch things pass by. I dont take up much reponsibility to change my country like others talk about. But I dont say that India is hopeless too.Of coarse it is advancing try to google the swizz bank account money details even if it is a superficial detail  nearly half the amount in it belongs to Indian leaders(I’ll talk about them later.C’mon this is my first lengthy blog lemme show off a bit)). Well next point is I still remember my dad gifted me Gandhijis biography with all colourfull papers on my birthday. I asked him why was he giving me that and he told me that I need to develop good qualities and stay in India to stop corruption and all that kinda emotional lecture(which I dint take much to heart of coarse). Two weeks after that I went to a Governement office along with him and he handed over a gift wrapped in a newspaper to some person working in the office. He was seated under the photo of Gandhi, looked really decent(my memory doesn’t fail in such things)  but he took the gift from under the table. I wondered why and asked dad for some possible reason. He told me that it was a bribe for the permission to construct house. I muttered with all childish innocence “But dad Gandhiji said not to take…”. My dad laughed releasing the frown he had earlier while giving that gentleman at the office the gift inside newspaper and preached me the biggest secret for happy life, at least while in India”That’s the way things work out”(this is how i picked up this scentence,my dad put it in my mind first). He smiled and patted me. I smiled back as if I understood.Once again I repeat I m not upset that my dad bribed someone or with all those things, but why people confuse me. He could have told me on my birthday right read Gandhi’s book because its important for your school and quizzes(many questions related to Gandhi’s life are asked in quizzes.That’s one way how we honour that great man)..But do not follow them. Huh whatever.

Ok now its the time I ll tell ya why am I writing this post about corruption in my country even if that fact doesn’t bother me much. Well its because I am going to vote now despite all these when I had the voter ID card in my hands I was really happy. May be because I am an adult now or may be because my Government recognized me as a mature adult who has the discretion to choose the leader for the country. Huh…what a joke? Look I already told you I am not that emotional, with silly things like that. Well I give a lot of reasons right so even this has a reason. My dad has voter Id card in two places, my mom has it in three places. These places are pretty far away from each other for a human limit to reach in one day but, I swear I seriously swear that according to Government of India they cast vote every year in all these places on the same day. My mom voted only 7 times to date among many elections she has seen. All the other times someone else casted her vote. Well now coming to the villages and the dark slums and the legend of their votes. Every leader contesting come to their place every time and tell them how can they change their lives from rags to riches. They even tell them how much of a honest leader they are and how their party is going to take India to a golden future. At the end of this promises thingy they handover a cheap whiskey bottle in the darkness to all the voters, few give money and the others more expensive gifts based upon the money they can earn being in that position. Well during the elections people cast their votes to the leaders who made them more happy compared to the others. They know that their vote is not going to make any difference because all the leaders are just the same. Only mad people wait for the vows of leaders to come true. Seriously this aint a lie. At the end of the elections the leader who spent the most wins the elections and everyone forgets about the election’s including leaders,people and of coarse me too. Believe me I have been seeing all this from my childhood. People in slums become busy in their fight to live, middle class people fight to save more and more money to buy some cheap flat in a corner of the city, upper middle class people fight spending less money on their expense, rich people don’t need to fight at all, leaders fight to steal as much as possible, opposition fights with the ruling and I keep watching like usual. See everyone perfectly fits the role. The next elections come and the leader who corrupted the most under cover gets ticket to contest for a better position, people in the slums become happy because they get free whiskey and money, middle class people become suddenly responsible for one day and vote for someone who comes to their mind at the final second, upper middle class try to get a bit active to adjust their schedule for voting and vote only of they do not have anything else to do at that time,rich people well they don’t need to vote at all. Newspapers roar and social activists(as they call themselves) yells at ruling party and  opposition party, tries to  show the drawbacks of the present government and enlighten public so as to cover their mistakes done when they were previously in power and finally, people like me blog about it in the middle of the night with an exam to read for the next day. Huh this always goes on so lemme end here. That’s the way things work here.hehe

All of a sudden a change comes in the routine when lethargic people  like me think about casting their vote no matter what to the rightful owner of the position. When they think of analyzing someone better among the worst case scenarios. See I told you I am a plain girl I don’t try squeezing my brain much for social problem that cant be solved I only solve my problems. Voting is of coarse the problem of I,Me,Myself country is secondary. So I’ll think about this big problem in my small routine life and analyze it before solving it. Of coarse I can if I can atleast vote the better one. So at the end its decided that I will vote and utilize it before someone else forge it. I may not change my country with it even then its my vote and so I am going for it. After all its my country and I love it.(ahhh.. such a dramatic ending..)

 

Do comment about what you think of the above thingy I wrote and do read other thingies too on my blog and comment them too. They are not this bad though ;) .I have better thingies coming up special election edition.Heyy all the Indians out there please cast your vote. 

 

Read about elections in India in the following links.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elections_in_India

http://www.indian-elections.com/about-election-commission.html

Previous Post

Its not a very long time since i have written my previous post..I mean I know its very unlikely of me to write so early..

I want to write few anecdotes i have collected about faith,love etc. The first one goes as follows.

“There was once a boy and a girl who were madly in love with eachother. It was a fine time they decided to get engaged. According to their tradition they need to exchange gifts on that special day. It was then that they realize they do not have much they can give each other except their love and themselves. They are just workers who work everyday to meet their ends. Boy gets an idea to sell his only property a watch, given by his grandfather and buy a hair ornament for the girls long beautiful hair. The girl at the same time gets an idea to sell her only property her beautiful hair and buy a golden band for the watch of her beloved. Both of them meet next day and to their surprise find out that they bought gifts for each other which they dont need anymore”. 

“There was once a priest who worshipped and loved God more than anything. Once God appeared in his dreams and told him”Go to the North and get onto the highest mountain you see”. The priest does as said because he claims to be in love with God and he wanted to prove that to him. The priest starts climbing one of the highest mountains even at night despite the harsh weather. Suddenly his leg slips and he falls rolling down and hangs from a cliff. He fervently prays God and asks him to help him out.”God you have asked me to come here and please help me survive through this ordeal”. God answers his fervent prayers and replies “Trust me just leave your hands”.The priest sceptical about the success of the idea spends rest of the night hanging from the cliff thinking God dint help him when he needed him the most despite his unconditional love for him. Next day morning he is found dead, frozen due to harsh weather. To everyones surprise the ground lies just few feet below his hanging body. If he would have listened to God he would have been alive. Love is not just being unconditional, its about confidence in having blind faith on the other”

“what is the difference between a big house and a cathedral? Both have empty spaces in them and they cover the space from others so as to look as they are expected to look like by others. But still their is a difference despite the empty space cathedral has an idol to worship. Even in the darkness there is a candel burning. There is devotion despite emptiness, that devotion makes the cathedral look different from a building. May be that is the difference between a life with and without love.”

These are few of my collections of anecdotes I mostly heard it from others I do not own them.

HIIIIIIII everyone,  its kinda crazy time going on with me and this college thingy is driving me crazy so i couldnt write anything for a long time… I am making up for it now.

Well slumdog bagging up 8 oscars and all that bashing in the newspapers made me think one point, what if otherwise ie.. what if slumdog was a bollywood movie and what if it wasn’t directed by Danny Boyle and it was directed by an Indian. I seriously loved his direction, but just in case the whole movie would have been an Indian one, I mean the whole crew. Will it receive the same applause? would it have been recognized the same way?

I dont know how to answer them because there are many movies better than slumdog like taare zameen par, salaam Bombay etc. May be Krishna of Salaam Bombay din’t enter the millionaire show or has any childhood crush but his life is ought to be heard. It tells tales which none of us who live in a cocoon could imagine. Then why dint it bag the oscar? Taare zameen par touched the sensitive emotions of a kid who is forced to change himself and completely loose himself to achieve good rank in his class. Fortunately he finds a teacher who realizes he has dyslexia and immense imagination which can be expressed with his painting skills,restores him back. The tale has tugged the hearts of many parents. Inu of taarezameenpar may not have as many twists as Jamaal of slumdog. But the potrayal of his emotional turmoil is noteworthy. Then why dint they bag the prizes which slumdog has?

 

Ok I repeat again I do love slumdog, I can recite the whole dialogues and I dont remember how many times I have watched it and the time I spent in discussing about it. But why not the others too??  Is it because they were bollywood movies. If yes are the movies recognized from the background they came from than the actual content of the movies?? An indian movie is noteworthy only if it is not totally Indian and it is a hollywood movie.

I write this article not to criticize slumdog or for my personal appreciation to other movies and me being a fan of Aamir khan. But in the excitement of Indians winning oscars we are forgetting the ones which have lost for no reason. But its good that there is a positive change.

But I am as excited as I was when I heard Mr.Obama address millions of people as a president despite his background, when I watched ar rehmaan recieve Oscar. May be equality atmosphere has crept into Oscar committe too. It is this time of the year where all the Asians especially Indians can stand with pride just like blacks have when Barack Obama won. Then what about the movies that have lost TZP, Salaam Bombay? 

I am ending up this post here not boring you much at this time of excitement. But i also want to everyone to think about the laurels that the other flicks could have won but couldn’t for the very obvious reasons. I hope Oscar would go to the right and deserving movies in future too without much bothering about the background. please do comment your views. I mean no offence here because i want to show the change in the oscar winners from biased to unbiased stage as of now. May be this would lead to more friendly environment leading to a global movie industry. This celebration is more than celebrating an award winning movie its celebrating a movie which won hearts of millions despite the background it came from. This is a positive sign. 

I congratulate Slumdog team for their victory. See ya all very soon.

A tale not heard by many..

A tale not heard by many..

I am proud of you!!!!


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