Finding Fanny!

As rhyming as the title sounds, the movie reverberates the same theme through out: finding a long lost love!
With a musical backdrop for almost the entire duration, I could relate it to 'The Sound of Music' ( which I still believe, is one of the best movies I had a chance to watch).
In my opinion Finding Fanny was a nice try to break the 'all good and happy endings' of the stereotyped Bollywood movies, but I am not sure if the audience is ready to accept it in the form it currently is.

The story revolves around Naseeruddin Shah ( Forgive me, I find the role names a bit complicated! :P) embarking on a journey to find his long lost love; with Arjun Kapoor, Deepika Padukone, Dimple and Pankaj Kapoor helping him in the same (because of their own personal interests). The story ends with all of them finding their love!

By the way, the acting was superb! ( I am a die hard follower of Nasseerudin Shah). Everyone else was just fabulous as well. The movie does tickle you- at the silliness of the incidents and situations: though they are very unreal. For instance, the movie shows Pankaj Kapoor being shot  by accident, and nobody noticing that he is dead. His body falls into a deep river while the car is driven with the doors open, and nobody notices that either! Freddie is a post master, but he doesn't know how to read a map! The cat dies long back, but the lady discovers it days later! C'mon the body would start stinking! Also, they leave a lot of threads loose for the viewers to interpret, which I liked. ( well, I loved 'The man of the tiger by Frank Stockton too). The movie justifies the existence of the close knit village, Pocolim, which seemed to fit the crazy characters in it. I am not sure what did the film aimed at: if it was humor, well, not a five star! If it was a break through into real movie cinemas: not a five star either!
However, all in all, this film by Homi Adajania is an assortment of droll characters with a tinge of wit, romance and wild. I would like to watch it to admire the acting by Naseer, if not anything else!

Time to Act: Run for the homeless

The pavements lit, a body was nudged-

The police stick poked a man asleep

In the dark night, he was beaten- he cried

Hark- Nah! What do you care of the deprived!

You turned a blind eye to their misery -

And mummified bodies littered the streets,

You hogged and slept in a building big

And they shivered to death, those hungry breeds!

They are deplorable, they aren’t rich

Then why should your soul itch!

Of course, you are a ‘better’ son to God,

But alas- your primary duties you have forgot.

Wake up! It's time to act, they need your support!

Join us at Indore and be a marathon runner... Run for the homeless.

Log on to www.indoremarathon.com/ and be the change you want to see in the world!

People and Friends

We are human beings, in need of companionship, and care. And when we are lucky enough to get it : it breaks our heart when that is gone.

I know I should move on. I know, what is done cannot be undone.
I know, death is a part of the brief stay at this place, and I know, it hurts.

It is difficult though, to just let it go. I do everything as usual, but my heart fills up and comes to my mouth, every now and then. I still cannot listen to the song 'Zehnasseb...' without choking. Astha loved it. Akhila, well I have thought over and over and over, and now, even my tears are betraying me. I have grown rigid, I cannot instantly shed a tear, which in turn, gives more pain.

I can bear to look at their pictures and smile, looking at their bright faces; but the next thought makes me stop, and the pangs of reality strike me.

They were close, definitely, they were. And I don't want to witness the tragedy again.

I don't know what am I feeling bad about : them gone forever, myself missing them, their families and close ones missing them, or me not being able to do anything for those who loved them more than me: I think it is a mix of all the four. At times, when I get excited and crazy, I feel guilty. I should not, I think. Nobody expects me to either.

I am not sacred that I might die. I am not scared about people around me dying either. But, yes, I am scared at moments when I reflect to realize that, well, close friends are limited. They really are. I am sorry that I could not make a good friend out of everyone I meet. I am sorry that I cannot share everything with everyone, but I am even more sorry about losing friends who were once close to me.


Well... I have started believing in the law of attraction ( I guess because of the recent read of Rhonda Byrne's work, The secret). So, I am trying to have happy thoughts, enjoy so that it will attract more happiness and enjoyment. And yes, that works!

On a good note

Dear Akhila,

I don't care what others say or think of, I truly believe good people never die. They never depart to leave behind distress,  but they go in order to come back. They go because, for the time being, some one else needs them more than us; they go because they have greater responsibilities, better things to take care of; and they go because they trust the persons whom they leave behind ,can do things on your own now, and they are strong enough to be on their  own, and can bear the absence.

A very very dear friend of mine is freed from the daily chores of life: its time  when the queen leaves the palace,  when the soul transforms into another, she is freed of all the pain and worries. My friend, I am happy you will never have that horrible pain again every month. You will never worry about how that lizard would have defiled the food, or how many times should we wash the vessels before we start cooking. The continuous mewing of the house cats under the window will never disturb you again , or the eardrums ripping morning drums and prayers at the school will not make you wake up every morning... or the taste of curd and nutrealla will not make you panic anymore.

I definitely miss you. I miss your 'doskai pappu'. I miss our dancing together, I miss you coming out of your room wearing weird combinations and verbally forcing me to tell that it looks so good. I miss your beautiful blue suit and the dance on nagada, and yes, the practice session, just before your big kuchipudi  performance. I miss your Candy crush saga request and the story I made just to tease you with someone. I miss you standing in the garden, wearing a sleeveless top, and running back to get a shrug, so that you can  wear it to office. Or the nemili plate you liked to eat in, and the  Balika Vadhu which you forced us to watch every day, and then quarrel over it being better than 'Jodha Akbar'... or the loops of 'Saari ke faul sa...'. God! How crazy you are!

I might  not be able to talk to you directly now, and have our little crazy talks..
on how cute our neighbor's daughter is, or how demeaning that person's actions were, or how cheap it is to go to treats but never give one, or how  difficult it is to clear misunderstandings, or how terrible it is to make someone cry, or how tough it is to handle a sensitive person, or how good it feels after sharing ill feelings about others. I shall miss our laughter and cries..yeah, I am stupid! Just talk on a topic and my eyes would start watering,  which would make you cry as well. And then, you would say 'Put the onions in water before cutting them, it helps!'

However, you know 'all' my secrets, which no one else does, don't you?
I don't really know how did that happen! I never share so much with people, but somehow you just made me speak! Now now, don't share it with everyone, alright? ;)

I know, you are out there somewhere, happy and laughing, may be jumping up and down seeing your new home, may be you got a yellow painted room, with a BIG mirror and a sliding wardrobe. May be you are sharing that with Astha, and it is just the best of all combinations.

I know you are there when I need you. I know you can come and go to our house as well... you can teleport right? I hope that is an awesome experience!

I feel like writing that all my best wishes are with you! May you always be the way you are,  may you keep spreading the essence of joy and celebration, may you make more people happy! As of me, I am just fine. I will cherish your memories, and I will be happy to think of you. Looking at your pictures make me smile, they remind of all your sweet and silly habits, and my little pranks which always irritated you, and made be laugh. (I am sadistic acc to you, chalo maan liya aaj :P )

So, on  a good note, with the blinking light bulbs (if you remember the story behind that), I conclude this letter. "On a good note".. I hope you liked that phrase.
As you know, I am just me, (the best of all, isn't it?)...always remember that and keep smiling. I always will. Bye for now!

 

All that is gold does not Glitter...

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring