Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Arrrrgh!

I am not at all in any mode to do any amount of reading online today .... So, thought i would sit and edit my template and make it look nice ... i spent all time editing it and finally the internet connection went off .... grr ... it is so irritating ... HMPH!

Monday, May 30, 2005

Bunty Aur Babli

I would have loved to call it a Roller Coaster ride of fun and Masti ... but unfortunately it is not entirely a roller coaster ride ... but undoubtedly one of the best movies in the recent times is B&B ... (reminds me of the bed and breakfast - in Gimmelwald).
In a big bowl, put the charming, made-for-each, romantic, hot on the block couple - laurel and hardy --sorry Rani and Abhishek : Add to this the ever favourite, ever green, ever imposing, ever show-stealing Amitabh : Put 4 ladles of pure, unadultered fun : 2 scoops of nice peppy music, 1 tablespoon of modern choreographed songs ... and 1 Aishwarya rai for the masses .... and there you are with the newly baked cake : Bunty aur Babli ...
A nice treat for the eyes and ears, paisa vasool movie is B&B ... The picture is centered around the adventures of two young , dashing, zara-hatke youths , who yearn and long to do something that is by no means "normal" ...
A good storyline , slick direction (though with minor slips) makes this a wonderful afternoon affair to remember ...
One has to give credit to Big B ... no matter what movie he is in, no matter what role , he still can bring the crowd to stand and cheer the loudest the moment he appears on the screen... One is thrown back to the "Hun" days , looking at his attire and observing his dialogues ...
There are many an instances where one feels the making of another Big B in the junior B's actions and dialogue delivery ...
Rani, but of course steals the show ... Peppy, charming, seductive yet beautiful , glamorous yet down-to-earth looks of this tiny whizard ... just touches your heart and keeps you glued to the seat ...
A must see - in the theatre- is B&B ...

Rainy Tales

Having come from the land of Scorching Sun , Singara chennai, my experience with rains in b'lore have been very novel... Not that I have never experienced rains in my life...
Friday will always be a day/rather evening to remember ..
I started off back home , smiling to myself - that it was the weekend and i had loads of fun to look forward to ... The first dampening (literally)of my spirit (as well as self) started when i almost got completed drenched in the first few (no more) showers of the rain , walking to the bus stop .... One and half of ant crawling journey to my place , tested my break-any-second patience to the maximum ... Imagine to be stopped at the street next to your house for about 20 mintues - you cannot walk down because it is pouring and the roads are full of slushy mud, drainage water and what-not ...
I was sooo releived to get down off the bus and walked with swift steps towards my apt complex when the brakes of my sandals were applied with such a force that i almost fell off ... Where did this river come up in front of my home in just half a day ? Did i get down at the wrong place .... I was appalled to see waist deep (i am quite tall by standards - so if the water was waist deep for me, it was neck deep for normal people ) water about 50 ft from my complex gate ... With a mixture of feelings - thrill , chill, anger, hunger ... I held on to this smartian's hand and waded through god-knows-what-water ... Though i proudly tell all my friends that all road of b'lore are wonderfully cemented, i always intentionally forget to mention the pathetic condition of this particular road , for one never knows where there is a pit or hole or gravel or land ... and at this particular time, it was worse ... water had caved into every possible pin hole making it look(sorry all i could do was feel) like a crater ... I was later glad that it was pitch dark, for had it been atleast a bit illuminating that evening, i would not have even dared to step into the water - for the next day we found all kinds of creatures dead in that water ... yuck!
I was even more shocked to find the entire basement of my apartment complex flooded with water ... All the vehicles were drowned... The theft alarms of all cars were blaring and it was like the concert of cacofonix the bard ... A nice opportnity for us to choose which theft alarm we would never use for our vehicle ...
another "good" news awaited me when i somehow finished my "wading" excercise for the day ... The lift was not working... i would have been a fool to expect it also ... So, started the second excercise for the day ... "Climbing" upto the 8th floor ... Having a house this high has its own advantages and disadvantages ... I could feel all the panner i had the previous day disintegrating ... After much huff and puff , i arrived to find myself blinded by the bright, oops sorry stark darkness ...
All that ensued was even more nightmarish ... no power for about 3 hours , then low voltage for the entire night , all the goodies in the fridge getting spoilt , dirty water till morning , and no water till evening ....
GOSH! my experience with rain was a bit too wet for comfort ...

Friday, May 27, 2005

Juke Box - Dedications

WOW! Friday atlast .... and what a wonnnnnnnnnderfully pleasant day it is .... The weather is just tooo awesome .... if only somebody shifted the alps to B'lore it would become another Blisserland (sorry switzerland) ..... The clouds having cried all night , it is tooooo cool and pleasant outside .... I am running out of words , having repeated pleasant more than once ...
I was listening to songs while coming to office , thanks to my darling husband for sparing his precious IPAQ ... Whenever i listen to songs , with headphones (especially while travelling in a pleasant (there i go again) weather) , i am transported to another world ....
I can associate so many people who have come , gone , come back again , stayed , peeked into my life ... with many songs . So, there is today's blog ... a musical dedication to folks i know ...
"Chura liya ..." never fails me to bring to memory the first time I heard and saw this song ... It must have been when i was in my 6th or 7th ... During those days , the best part of life were the back-to-back , entertaining in the truest sense , programmes on DD ... Starting with the colourful Rangoli and ending in the suspense filled Star Trek ... It was the first time i was seeing this song ... when i was surprised to hear amma say "oh! one of my favs " .. excuse me ... my mother hardly listened to music and anything other than tamil was unheard of ... and when she told me this was one she knew , my entire perspective of her changed ... "hmmm ... there is something more to a mother than just being a mother huh?" ....

"Lakadi ki kaati ..." would bring to mind the bunny teethed Lippo darling .... We were in splits the day we were returning from our college picnic in the first year ... we were playing antakshri and upon insistence from the guys , this darling friend of mine broke into the only song that she ever knew ... "Laakadddii kki kaaati ... khaaaaati pe goooooddddda" .... ha ha ha .... You are too cute lippo.... ummmmah!

"Kismet se tum..." is our love song .... The first time i heard it , i knew i had to play this for Rajesh .... and things were just not the same after we heard it together in the little cassette shop in Hanumkonda .... I am glad he is my "Kismet" ....

"Pudhu Velai mazhai "/"Yeh Haseen Vaadiyan ..." from Roja - will always bring Rajani into my memory .... One of my oldest and closest friends from Vizag ... We were in the same class since 2nd ... friends first , enemies next and then close friends ... This movie i remember was released when we were in our 7th or 8th class .. We were in the school choir at that time ... so it was one of our fav passtimes to by-heart all new songs and sing aloud during free periods ... This one song , I heard learnt in Tamil and she knew the telugu version ... And come a free time we would start singing this together , one in tamil and one in telugu and it would not even be nano seconds before the whole class got empty ... :)

"Dola dola ..." from Kadhalar dinam/Dil Hi dil mein .... is one of my favourites ... Everybody in my hostel hated it soo badly ... My room mates would yell, fume and fret when i played that song over and over again .... They recorded only this song from the movie when they gave a cassettee for my b'day , in fond rememberance ...

"Tum yaad aaye ..." this album was presented to me by Bhavana , on friendship day .... Every time i hear the songs , i get transported to LH (Ladies hostel ...) the terrace and all the places where i spent some memorable times with her ...

Ruchi Dua - Pigmy (as i fondly called her) will always be thought of when the song "Ghar aaja pardesi " plays ..... We danced for this song for the farewell party in ladies hostel during our first year ...

Sirisha.P and me tried to excercise the power of our vocal chords and had plans of taking the stage with the song ... " Hui hui main Mast ..." ... Fortunately we dropped the idea quickly...

"Aawara Bhawre .." from Sapnay will bring to mind the singing cuckoo of REC ... A.Sirisha ... she hit is big time in college with her musical and sweet voice when she sang this song on stage for the first time ... The power went off in between , but the audience was so lost in her melodious voice that there was pin drop silence and she completed the song in elan ..

"aakulo aakunai .." a relatively unknown song to most was my attempt at winning the best singer during my fresher year at college ... my teacher "Ms Prasanna" will always be remembered when i hear this song ...

"Papa kehthe hai ..." lives in most of our lives as probably the most beautiful song ever ... When I was a kid , my cousins , Kripa and manikki and myself would imagine ourselves as actors and actresses of the movie and sing this song aloud ... we would use a badminton racket as our guitar ... Oh! those sweet innocent days ..

Songs of Sagara Sangamam, Shankarabharanam will always make me miss my father ... I have never seen my father be sentimental except when he is watching these two movies .. to this day , he cries during the last scenes of these two movies ... Another song which is his favourite and mine also .. is "Manil indha Kadhal andri .." from Keladi kanmani ... What a beautiful renderation by SPB ....

The honey-dipped lyrics of "Illaya nila" ... will always be fondly remembered for the explanations that amma gave me ... during those days when i hardly understood any poetic tamil ... I miss you amma ...

how can i forget Latha and her inspiration for me to sing "dil ne kaha ..." wherever i participated in any singing competitions ... "Kurai ondrum illa..." , the classical song on Lord Krishna can never sound better other than when sung by my cousin Latha (who recently become a mom to a cute little girlie ..)

No thoughts on songs can be complete , without my mind going to that incident on "Bahon ke darmiyaan" ... I came from a co-ed school so being with boys or talking to them was nothing new to me ... When i joined RECW, I was shocked by how i was teased and tormented for just the fact that i spoke to a classmate of mine about some classwork , not only by class mates but by seniors also ... First class of Engineering drawing , we were asked by the lecturer to perform something on stage, after introducing ourselves ... Since , singing came naturally to me , i sang this song ... which was one of my favs at that time ... i never gave a single thought while singing it , except that it was a beautiful musical piece .. that eveing i was called to a senior's room and thrashed properly for singing an 'Adult' song , as she put it ... instead of being appreciative about the music and quality of singing , all she was bothered about was the picturization .. wonder what she would say if she saw the songs of today ...
After that incident , any time this song played in the TV Room , all my batchmates would yell for me to come ... :)

I will always be thankful to Aparna chavali for letting me know that the song "Jab koi baat .." existed ... since then it is on my top favs list ..

My interest in english songs will always be due to my husband Rajesh , who ensured that he gave me casettes with the choicest of english songs .. ones that i would understand and appreciate not the noisy rock songs ... Lobo , Abba , John Denver ... all my knowledge , thanks to you sweetheart ...

"Musthafa Musthafa .." brings back sweet memories of our ragging period .. and so does "Greeku veerudu ..." I can still picutre the antics of G.Padmaja ... This song always had the tag .. "Padmaja's ragging song" ... as was "Yaara o Yaara" - Harini (Met)'s ragging song ... the jig she performed for this song was superb ..

I could go on and on about songs .... Songs have always touched the most private chord in me ... they are part and parcel of my life ... and i cannot imagine a day when i have not heard one piece of music ...

There are more people and more songs associated with each one of them ... someday i would like to take time to jot all of them down ... I miss most of them who are no longer with me ... but then life goes on .. i make new friends , hear new songs and create new associations ..

Thursday, May 26, 2005

A H(f)airy Tale

Rapunzel ! Rapunzel ! Let your hair down - cried the Prince ... and lo! fell long locks of hair... Every since childhood , I had this fascination for long thick black hair .... Lustrous mane has always been my best attribute for a woman ....
When I was a kid , my mother would always cut my hair the moment it reached my shoulders, saying that short hair looks cute .... I would fret and fume and cry and relent coming to the parlour .... I always wanted long , flowing hair , that would bounce on my backside while i walked ....
Then there came a stage in life , where my mother insisted on my growing my hair and the current fashion that was running was of short hair ....
Over the years , trends of hair fashion kept changing , starting with the Sadhana cut of having small tendrils fall on your forehead , to high pony tails that sat on the crown of your head , to long plaits and french braids .... and now .... Well Ahem! sad to say that there is nothing called a proper "hair" sense these days ...
Every day I watch all the girls in my office ... 70% of them have their hair loose hanging on their shoulders ... while it looks good on most of them , it looks not-at-all-good on others ... The tamil appropriate phrase would be "pisasu maadhiri thalai viruchu podaradhu" .... Gone are those days when people would look admiringly at thick black hair plaited down to the knees .... These are days when people are colouring their hair with all possible colours .. earlier if somebody's hair had colored on its own , it was considered such a shame ... and here is a time when people hate their black hair and go for variety of shades , staring from brown , to silver to red to what-not ....
There is this young lady I watch everyday , who has hair long upto her knees , who neatly braids it and lovingly puts flowers ..... it makes such a pleasant sight to see her ....
what would i not do to have such hair ....

Terrible thursdays

I just wanted to give something rhyming to Thursday, so gave that name... there is nothing terrible about today ... In fact , it has been a pleasant day ... with the reminisces of yesterday's hiccups like ... both the gas cylinders being empty at the same time, the third gas cylinder being leaky, food being half cooked , unable to go out during a hailstorm , power being off for 3/4th of the night ... and having to take bath in ice cold water today morning ... Well they are part and parcel of life , ain't it ? ....
I feel guilty each day morning , coming to office , opening all the possible mail accounts i have , checking mails and replying to people and above all BLOGGING .... when these two girls sitting next to me are busy calling their onsite co-ordinators and working on their stuff .... office stuff (mind you) ....
But then , i have no part in this ... I have not been allotted any work , so might as well enjoy something which i could not do for the past 2 years or so .... I have slogged my fair share , so should not be feeling guilty .... right ?

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Shyamali & Changes

My Blog has got nothing to describe about Shyamali , but i would like to dedicate this blog to her. Shyamali is one of my friends. She was with me in Chennai DC and was my van cum crossword partner.... Currently settled in Aussie with a cute little kid ... she is as beautiful and slim as ever ...
When I had to go to a different office for some work for 3-4 months , in 2002, I was worried how I would find company for b'fast / lunch. I was so used to being with my friends in chennai DC ... It was then that Shyamali told me this universally known, but never accepted by me fact.... that life goes on no matter what happens to the sorroundings ... She told me that I would get used to the new place very soon and would form a set/group or routine there also ...
Any change is always damn scary for me , be it something as small as a new project to something as big as working in a new location .... The change could be just anything .... an event that upsets a particular routine that I have , be it getting up at 6:00 and getting ready to office, or having this group of friends for lunch, or having this particular person sit next to me in office .... After that day with Shyamali, there have been atleast half a dozen changes in my life , but I have always pondered and found that what Shyamali told me that day is absolutely true ...
Every new place I have been to, every new seat I have changed in office, I have struggled , grumbled, always "polambofied" (tamil-englised version of grumbling) to every person I knew about how difficult things are and how I am not liking it at all ... and within a matter of a week or two , within the little things around me , I have always formed a small world of comfort and familiarity , thus making things back to normal .... But I have always missed and longed for the previous comfort zone that I had ... close friends, nice gossip , great fun ....
Just as I miss my chennai project mates and Meena and Subha - for lunch, tea etc etc ....
Any change in life - and I will always rememeber shyamali ....

Tuesday Thoughts - Good Or Bad

After a sleep inducing training about some tools in Java, which i wonder if anybody working in a development project has so much time to even think about it , I am really in a daze ....
Have some work to start on (atlast - i have work .. hee hee).... Before i go and get a cuppa coffee to wake me up, thought would write some thoughts i had badgering my brain since yesterday night ...
Humans are made of both good and bad ... and the terms "good" and "bad" are highly unstable... what is "good" for one, maybe "bad" for the other ... so everything is a matter of how you look at it ... but in general we do classify some habits of folks as "good" and some as "bad" ... for example , getting angry every second is in general considered a bad habit , and having loads of patience with others is considered a good habit ...
Often i have noticed this happen .... the bad is always remembered and the good gets forgotten easily .... why is it so ? Very few of us are blessed with the nature of forgetting the bad as soon as it happens .... but most often it is this way ... in a day you do all possible good things, but commit one bad thing, yet a crucial one, and the whole taste that remains is of the bad act that you performed ....
Is it to teach us a lesson that we should try to emulate only "good" and remove the "bad" , knowing how it is demeaning us only ? ....

Monday, May 23, 2005

Coincidences

Wonder if this has happened to any one of you ... If i happened to meet a known person in the office for a day, then I always notice that i bump into the person quite often in the subsequent days .... And though i know a particular person sits somewhere in the same floor as mine, I never meet him/her for some months together, no matter whatever time I am out of my place ....
Does this happen only to me or to you also ?

Mittaghorn, Gimmelwald

As I sit and stare at my monitor trying to make some meaning out of the K245s that I am going through, I long for this place called Gimmlwald... Nestled comfortably admist the imposing mountains that constitute the Alps, is this tiny(micro) village called Gimmelwald, that holds lots of dear memories for me ..
I heard of this place, when my husband sent me a link to read up on one of the places where we would be staying during our honeymoon in the SWISS... I always thought a honeymoon has to be spent in a nice cosy , post hotel ... so was a bit skeptical when my husband sent me this link : http://www.ricksteves.com/plan/destinations/switz/pics.htm , but was intrigued at the same time because one of my all time fav characters has been Heidi and she lived in the alps ...
Gimmelwald is this cute little village, located at a height of nearly 4000 ft above sea level. There are only two means to reach this fantasy land - a narrow winding bicycle path that is inclined steep of 40-50 degrees, or take a cable card from the village of Scheltelberg .... From the neart point of modernization , which is Lauterbrunen it takes easily about 40 mintues to reach this little heidi land ...
The whole village is composed of only about 40 houses , each with its own distinct name , engraved in the same font that you would see on all houses.... Each house is decorated beautifully with wood carvings , paintings , what-nots on the outer walls, and pretty little gnome statues in the gardens ... brightly painted windows are opened to the outside to show a view of tiny neat rooms through the slits of white laced curtains ...
A walk around the entire village atmost takes 30 mintues .... but will give you the sense of being alive a million times ...
Not a single thing is left to spare here , decorations are made out of worn out boots to torn note papers ... everythign here is simple natural and so authentic ... We were soo suprised to see a house completely decorated with only scrap things ...
In India , we never see a single decoration done to the outer walls of homes , so this was indeed a sight and learning for us ..
Mittaghorn , the hotel we stayed in Gimmelwald is a world of its own. Owned and maintained by a single person called Walter, this place is epitome of cleanliness. It contains about 15 rooms , all cleaned and looked after by this 60-odd old man ... Every nook and corner is clean , every single object is its own place, clean sheets are put everyday.... For about 4-5 months , the peak tourist season, I am told this whole place is occupied. Wonder how this lone man manages it all. B'fast is ready at dot 7:30 ... clean plates are set with fork and spoon on the right sides , clean napkins , fresh cheese cubes adorn the plates... Fresh milk , soft break , butter and jam with the best orange juice in the world will make you feel that you had the best meal ever ....
Those four days we stayed in the alps , we felt we were transported to an entirely different world .. A world that knew nothing of computers, traffic jams , crowded places... a place that knew of only belled cows, green pastures , cheese , break , eggs, long walks in evenings, chirping of birds and peace ....
My eyes long to see the sprawling grassy pastures among the snowy mountains, my ears ache to hear the tinkling of the bells around the necks of dozens of grazing lazy cows, my nose twitches for the earthly natural smell of the cow barns, my tongues longs to taste the fresh bread and home made jam of Esther's ...... Ah! how i long to be back in the Alps ...

Monday Blues/Hues

As a unlaid rule, I dislike mondays .... It is probably the most terribly thing to wake up to the blare of the alarm, and look at the watch thru one eye ..to see the monstrous word "Mon" there .....
To think of spending the next 11-12 (sometimes more) so hours in a cage called "Office" is most boring .... especially after a nice long relaxing weekend ... full of activities that is closest to one's heart .... Today it was even worse when i woke up .... for my husband had the day off and i had to go to office ... I thought , can life get worser .... With a very very reluctant look on my face, i waved a bye to my husband who came to see me off at the bus stop ....
But the day was not that bad after all , I realised.... when I opened the book I had bought over the weekend ... "Landour Days" by Ruskin Bond .... I could not contain my excitement as I finished each sentence .... It was as if I was looking at a mirror in my hands ... word to work I could see myself in the book ... If you ever happen to get a copy , do remember me while reading it ;) .....
Whenever i like a book , i don't read it at a strech ... I am very reluctant to turn the pages , it is the fear that the book will be over soon .... So, I read a few lines , mull over what i read and save the rest for another time ... This has always been a totally opposite habit of mine ... quite contrary to what my friends do when they catch hold of an interesting book ... of course thrillers are exceptions to the rule ...
So, after having please myself with 1/20th of the book , i shut it and closed my eyes .... Pictures of what i read , countless of thoughts , dozens of blogs i want to write flitted about in my mind ... and in no time we read office, a journey that i always felt went on for hours together ....
Can the day get better I thought when i saw what was in my mail box .... I had got a mail from one of my closest uncle cum friend , whom i fondly called Balaji mama .... When I announce my intention to marry Rajesh, it was with so my apprenshion that i did so .... Mine was a love marriage, so there was this huge fear of rejection from all close quarters ... And me being a person very close to family and friends, this was the biggest blow i would ever get .... One of the persons whose opinion mattered most to me was Balaji mama .... And his mail today made my day when he tells me that he might just love rajesh more than me .... and might have found a friend for life in me ... My joys grew no bound on reading this .... You might not be in touch for long , might not speak for years together , but yet some people are so close to your life that any decision you take, the person does pass through your mind, what he would think and what he would react like .... So strange na this feeling ?
A couple of other mails from my cousin Venkatesh and a junior from college Carthik also make my day so fresh and nice ...
As kids, all I knew about cousins is having a fun time , playing with them , going out for movies .. As we grew old, we cousins got into our own lives, friends, worries , achievements and all that mattered about other cousins was getting regular news from our parents and saying a hi or hello once in a couple of years ....
Venkatesh was always the boy behind books, that was how I knew him for a long time , till changes dramatically after a family trip to Thirupathi.... I got to know of a very nice warm and intelligent person caleld Venaktesh ... Since then we have been close ... and getting a mail from him while he is vacationing touched me very much ....
Carthik was one year junior to me in college ... All my interactions with him were limited to a fest in which we were part of the same committee .... I got to know of him though from my juniors ...( the campus of college is large, so is the gossip comittee ... So not hard , not get to get news of anybody).. He was one person I always admired ... for his knowlege on the English language seemed immense , but I always felt shy to even talk to him , for I feel that i am inadequate when it comes to the gift of the gab, and often get tongue tied while talking to new people ... When i left college, we were hardly acquaintances ... 2 years later, I once broke the ice by mailing him for some reason (don't remember that now) and was very pleasantly surprised to see a very nice and warm reply from him ....
Well, today again I got a long and descriptive reply from him , making my day ...
Well, this has been a really long blog .... but what a wonderful start to my day and the week :) ... thanks to my near and dear ones ..

Friday, May 20, 2005

Yiipeee Friday Again

Yipee! It is friday again ! The day of the week that i like the most ... Ever since I remember this has always been my favourite day ... The anticipation of the two days coming up always cheers me up, no matter in what doldrums i am ... wistful dreams of me sleeping for about 40 hours over the two days , gorging on all possible sweetmeats, roaming around the choicest of shopping malls (gazing longingly at wonderful articles, but sadly reminding myself of my poor pocket) .... oooh! I love fridays ...
Fridays have been special to me a in a lot ways ... As a kid , I always remember that my favourite subjects were always taught on Fridays ... Each year i would hope my b'day would come on a Friday ... I loved the spotless white uniform and tie that I wore to school only on Fridays (the rest of the days was the gloomy grey-blue combo) ... If the date of my birth would not fall on a friday, i would insist on celeberating my "star" b'day in the hope that it was a friday ...
When i reached college, it was a wonderful feeling to have friday coming .... for there would be weekends i would go home ... weekends where even if i stayed in hostel i did not have to see the monstrous faces of dullard lecturers... we would have the saturday evening mess which meant that there would be no dinner on saturday - we got sweets , samosas/dahi vadas/kachoris and fruits on saturday evenings ... so that gave us an excuse and opportunity to go out and eat ... hee hee ... (those tight purse string days seem so far off now) ...
When I joined office, there was no question of being the happiest on fridays , though this happiness did not last long ... for there came days when everyday seemed like a tuesday or a wednesday with no sign of a break anywhere near ....
But now, my project is cool (because we stay in b'lore hee hee).. (touch wood) ... and I am married :) ..... so all the more reason to look forward to the weekend for a nice cosy time with my husband - where he cooks for me, we watch movies , laze around , call friends ... and spend quiet evenings together eating ice creams from our favourite corner house :) ....
Yippee! it is friday again ...

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Copy Cats

Yesterday there was a quiz that my husband forwarded to me, about the number of copies of English movies/scenes that have been made in Hindi movies. Every other movie that gets released and is reviewed , has this tag attached, re-make of so-and-so english movie, and more often than not, I hear my friends/colleagues who watched the hindi flick say "kya paisa waste tha! The English version was so much better" ...
We were discussing about two movies last Sunday , my husband and I. Both of us like this film called "Mann" which is scorned by most of the ppl saying it has only rona-dhona. Mann is a re-make of "An Affair to remember" - undoubtedly the English version is crisper and more to the point and has well-named stars in it, but when we watched the last scene of the movie, both of us had to agree that no matter how hard english stars tried, they would not be able to beat Aamir's histrionics in bringing out the pain and love he feels. To this day, I feel tearful about that scene.
Another movie which will always remain most of Indian population's favourite is Sholay ... A movie that contains in itself, every single emotion conceivable from Friendship to love, revenge to harmony, destruction to celeberation ... can anybody forget "Yeh dosti ... hum nahin" , or the how the colours of holi make the morose village so lively , or the thrill that goes thru the spine when you hear Amjad say "Kitne aadmi the" ... or the stone faced acting of Sanjeev kumar ...
This also , i came to know , is a copy of a Western classic... but I am sure people in the West would not remember that movie with the same fervour that we Indians remember Sholay ....
Hmmm ... Almost makes me wish I could see the movie now ..
I got go on and on about movies ... but have to complete this really "GREAT" work that have been given to "TALENTED" me , copying stuff from word and pasting it onto XLS. :D

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Yawn ..... I am Bored

After a very satisfying lunch, the best thing anybody can wish is to sleep. Alas, my mother-in-law(my work) would not let me do so.
What kind of life is this of a Software full of Sine curves, never the same over a period of even a month. I have worked in all kinds of projects in this 4 years of my work life ... Dormant, worse than the sleeping corpse in the grave projects to cant-sit-or-breathe-for-a-second kind of projects. But there has never been a time when I have sat back and felt "oh! my work life is so good. I get the right amount of work I can finish in a day/week and get to go home at the right time and still love my work."
Everyday I would ask my mother- just how have you managed to put in 23 years of service. Inspite of having a variety in work, I have often found my fellow software colleagues (including myself) always crib about work .... Is it because of our patience levels have drastically come down, or is it because we all have become so ambitious that nothing satisfies us anymore?
What is it that we all want after all ?

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Familiarity Breeds Contempt

All the times that I have been out of the country, I have noticed this. Desis (as they are popularly known outside india) would hardly give their own country ppl so much a glance. They infact would try to avoid you. I stayed in New York for 3 months , travelling to office and back by the ferry. I would see most of the faces daily, but there would be no sign of recognition in the eyes, no smile even on the lips (let alone eyes)...
By saying this I am not drawing a rigid picture of Indians outside India being cold to their own country folks. For i was contradicted in the most sweet way.
I was in Switzerland recently with my husband. Both of us had almost started to get used to the cold stares of all our fellow countrymen over the few days that we had been there....and then we reached the last leg of our journey-the capital city Bern ...We passed this colorful group of young American girls... admist them we spotted this Indian person ... And as used we were to the fact that he would not respond to any of our overtures, we just passed by him..
We soon forgot about him , when suddenly somebody tapped my husband's shoulder and lo we found him there .... with almost tears in his eyes .... Said "Hindi sunke mein apne aap ko rok nahin paaya" .... His pleasure in seeing and talking to us was soo evident that it touched us so much ... We exchanged details about ourselves. He was on an exchange program for some social service institute. He hailed from a very remote village from rajasthan.
It was then that i felt .... Here was a person who was so much less educated , seen so less of the world , than the so-called modern people ... and here he was feeling so happy to have seen his own folk and making attempts to know all about us .... We , so called "educated" folks ... have a thing or two to learn. The more we grown up the social chain, the knowledge chain, the more we become nuclear and more we retreat into our own shells.
There will be a day when we probably will know none other than our own wives/husbands , parents and kids ...

Monday, May 16, 2005

Ho ... Hum

Monday Morning Again ! Groan ... How I wish Saturday would come immediately after a Sunday.... How come it is always that weeks crawl by and weekends race past like a bullet train ?
This concept of blogging has been catching up pretty fast ... And it was a strange coincidence that after I started mine on Friday , there were articles about blogging on both the days , Saturday and sunday ... Hmmm ... i never knew the Times of India kept such close track of my life ....
Hightlights of this weekend was an amazing dinner cooked by my Husband , making me gain a few more kilograms :) ... and a lazy sunday spent watching two movies.... "Mann" and "Hungama" ... What a contrast these two are ....
"Mann" was always a movie that I liked ever since it got released... Though I was teased mercilessly by all friends for liking such a sob story, I always maintained that it potrays the histrionics of Aamir khan the best .... if there was any actor who could atleast carry that movie it is him ... The original "An Affair to remember" not doubt was a bigger hit than this, but the emotions that Aamir potrays in the climax could have never been done by the lead in the English one ...
A laughing riot is what Priyadarshan's hungama was .... Trust him to cook a comedy of errors adding the needed masala, songs and emotions .... It rejunivinated us ....

Friday, May 13, 2005

Atlast ... I did it ...

Everytime I passed by her computer, I would see this black screen with some writings and see here looking at it, jotting down something and so on ....
Curiosity got better of me, and one day I asked her what it was ....And lo I was introduced to this word called "Blog" which got added to my Little "March" dictionary of "intrigue" words .... For days , I would open the first sign-on page and then something would stop me and i never registered ....
Today , when the boredom of 78 sheets of KT on some god-forsaken, always "unavailable" - but yet cynosure of all application got into me, I decided I had enough of trying to while my time away ....
And lo .... started my post ....
Am very amateur when it comes to writing, but there has been this strong desire to transfer the 256 KBPS of data that always flows in my brain , to someplace ...
This maybe it ....

Familiarity

There are these quiet moments I spend walking around and watching people where I work. I notice them , their actions , features and immediately my mind starts scanning pages of my memory as to who in the past have I seen , resembles this person ...

Everytime I am surprised to find that there is some person whom I have met in the past who is more or less similar to the new person that I am meeting. Some trait, some mannerisms ....

This always brings to memory of Agatha Christie's Ms. Marple, who would always say that the way to solve a mystery is to identify the person with someone you have known and then to identify the character.