I’m lovin it!

 

I went. I saw. I was conquered. Chak de…I loved it!! It has two of my favorite things…shah rukh and India! And of course the girls. I mean, what can I say… I loved it! And that I am still loving it! It has nothing that a shah rukh movie has, and yet everything that makes a shah rukh movie that: a shah rukh movie.
Komal Chotala… my kiki… J Well, sort of. Just that she's a bit sweeter. (komal, not kiki! :-P) what attitude man. And that punjaban…forgot her name…mom says I'm like her. Big and hot tempered! :-D
What can I say… mother dairy ka dhoodh piya hai…kuch toh asar hoga!

We need movies like this. Ones that inspire you to do something for your country. Ones that are realistic almost to the point of believing. Ones that have loads of shah rukh in a white shirt and aviator glares. And blue jean also! (dirthy girl! :-D)
this is one movie that I am definitely adding in my DVD collection. Waiting desperately for the original DVD's to come out. (specially the ones with the exta stuff which means extra shah rukh!)

It's Over

THE THURSDAY. Its over.
phew!
its been an eye opener, to say the least.
don't even have the energy to type anymore.

Until next time...

2067

India completed 60 years on independence on August 15, 2007. The newspapers as usual had something special set for that day’s front page. One of them had this whole graphic of India in 2067, 60 years later. Fancy planes instead of cars and new bio-fuels and trans-galactic food and god knows what-not!
I got a little excited that wow, I’ll get to see all this and was animatedly discussing this with a friend, when he pointed out “Honey, you won’t be alive in 2067. You’re 23. 60 years later you’d be 83. That’s a loooong time for anyone to live!”
This realization has depressed to the pits, and I’m moving about blaming my bad sad mood on the economics professor. I mean think about it. You are going to die one day and then you’ll be…well…gone! I know it sounds crazy but I really don’t want to die. I want to see the fancy planes and the parking problems that come with them and of course I want to know if trans-galactic food comes in chocolate flavor and whether it too is fattening. I even tried telling myself that The Bhagvad Geetha professes that the day you realize you are mortal, and are going to die one day, is the day you’ll start living life truly. But nothing seems to work on my mind. I am literally dreading living this moment because it has brought me one moment closer to death.
Don’t get me wrong. I am not some freak (read:girl) who does not want to age and let wrinkles et all spoil her beauty. Please. I hardly even care. But what I am concerned about is that this moment that I had today, this day that I spent with my family, it’s over. It will never come back. And that scares me. Maybe I am scared of the future, so as to what it will bring and where I will be. Maybe. But I definitely know that today where I am, how I am, with who all I am: I am fine. And I DON’T want this to change.
Change.
I never did like this change – thingi anyways. Everything is going fine and along comes change, and well, changes everything. Anyways that is not the point here.
And then there is that other thought which is more depressing and more likely to come true.

Until next time…

Ramaa and Ritikaa.

She is a 21 year old, with an 11 month old child. She has returned to her parent’s house, after 3 years of trying to live with the man her parents married her off to. He turned out to be a wife-beating alcoholic who is a mama’s boy and will listen to any crap his mother will tell him about her. Her parents have refused to keep her in their house any longer: a married daughter has no place in their house. Temporarily living with her sister, she manages to feed her baby by working domestically in houses like mine. She has no clothes of her own, they didn’t let her take any when she was leaving, and she starts her day everyday hoping that today maybe her husband will realize his mistake, his responsibilities and come and take her home, where she belongs. She is Ramaa.

She is a 27 year old, with a recently aborted fetus. She has returned to her parent’s house after 6 months of living with the rich prick her parents married her off to. She was 3 months pregnant when she aborted her child. Her husband, who had separated from his parents recently, was under stress due to his new business and was fighting with her a lot. She couldn’t take any more of his verbal abuses and moody behavior. So she called her dad and he immediately sent her an air ticket and a doctor’s card. She wakes up every day, ignoring her husband calling on her cell, but still at times finds herself wondering what it would have been if their child had been born, if they were still together. She is Ritikaa.

Two people I came across recently, whose story moved me. I feel sorry for Ramaa, because life was a bit too harsh on her, and sorry for Ritikaa for her parents were a bit too soft on her.

This proves one thing that I always believed to be true. Not that all men are B**t**ds, that too, but that relationships anywhere need a lot, and I mean a lot of understanding, communication, and most importantly trust. Without these things, a relationship cannot survive for long. And the incurable romantic in me wishes to add: let’s not forget the romance.

Until next time…