Why do we have to work like slaves (of ourself), just because we have to survive, earn our bread n butter, feed ourself, family we care of, take care of future. If you seriously look into these, your answer would be 100% YES. I remember one of my friend's word... "since god has created the earth, sent us here, we need to do our best as once we meet him, we should be ready with all the answers he/she gonna ask us". I told him... this sounds very "filmy
From my subconscious mind, I agree to what my friend has said. But there is always other side as well to this. And that is.... Enjoy the moments of your life. We certainly need to earn, work... but definitely not like slaves.... but like a bird or a butterfly. Spread our wings... just follow the flow of wind....
Get into a pub/bar.... order drinks..... drink to the bottom of your heart..... jhumo aur jhumo..... forget the bloody work..... get into the mode of party.... because..... we are born to party....... (Caution: don't forget to come to office on Monday....heheheee)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Love in the Time of Cholera
Recently I came across this phrase "Love in the Time of Cholera", a famous novel by Gabriel García Márquez first published in 1985, which is considered a nontraditional love story as "lovers find love in their 'golden years'- in their seventies, when death is all around them".
This is one the perfect example of showing how two sides of one coin can be related... Love... that too with ... Cholera. If translated in lay man's language, it would mean, People are more concerned about themselves (their love) rather than the actual problem prevailing in the society, in this case its Cholera. This shows how selfish a human can be even at the time of crisis.
Another perfect example which suites this phrase is.. There is a depression in the current market which has effected almost every sector specially BFSI, head counts in various companies are showing a steep fall in the graph, few companies/financial institutions have gone bankrupt. Few companies have frozen the salary hike. Few Airlines companies have also not been spared, few of them have sacked some hundreds of their employees and returning back the surplus aircrafts (god knows to whom). Lots of such incidents are happening in and around us, but we the human are still concerned about ourself. WHY?
My company (considered to be a Software's paradise) also wasn't spared, the major impact was the salary hike had been freezed due to which friends, colleagues started moving off, numerous rumors spread like fire in a jungle. The most recent rumor is that we will have salary hike but when no one has answers to it. This is when one of my colleague said... every body is looking for love in the time of cholera......What should a person at this time look for Love or ..... ????
Friday, September 12, 2008
Prisoner of my image
I was waiting at a traffic intersection the other day, when I saw a young man, obviously blind, trying to cross the road. It was a busy time of day and crossing the road, even for an able person, would have been a struggle. One part of me wanted to help, another part kept holding me back. Even as I debated and dawdled, a boy of about 12 appeared from nowhere, took the young man by his hand and swiftly shepherded him across.
A sense of shame and inadequacy enveloped me. This was not the first time that I had allowed my public behaviour to be dictated by what others might think of me. I had been that way since c h i l d h o o d . Ashamed to be seen in public with my brother, who was blind, and with my mother who was afflicted with leucoderma.
It’s not that I didn’t get along with my brother, elder to me by four years. I did. I loved him deeply and admired him too. Against all odds he had educated himself, passing out of a blind school with honours and then going on to university to acquire — unusually for a Brahmin — a Master’s in Islamic studies with distinction. We used to eat together, laugh, and play — all within the confines of the home. But I used to shy away when it came to escorting him to school or even be seen in his company outdoors. I knew I was causing him a lot of hurt but young as he was he never once complained.
Similarly with my mother. There was no cure for leucoderma then. Some 40 years ago, we weren’t even sure that the disease had a name! People thought it a dreadful contagious disease and shunned my mother. Socially and otherwise. A woman of rare courage and fortitude, my mother — though deeply hurt — bore it all quietly, even staying away from the marriage function of her own daughter, her first-born and my eldest sister lest her presence invite censure from relations.
It was only when my second sister, who was being brought up by an uncle in a distant town, returned to the family fold that my mother, who had virtually confined herself to the house for close to two decades, started venturing out into the world. Cajoled, even prodded, by my sister and my eldest brother, she would allow herself to join them for an occasional movie, a dinner in a restaurant, or a trip to the main city market. But I consciously stayed away from these excursions, afraid my friends might spot me in their company and snigger at me later for having a mother with a hideous skin disease. I wasn’t happy doing this but could never muster the courage to declare, as it were, my mother —and my blind brother — to the world at large. This weakness of mine damaged me; ridden by guilt and shy by nature, I became even more of a recluse burying myself in books almost as an escape from the real world.
My blind brother is long dead. My mother, too, is gone. A portrait of the family hangs in my drawing room, taken when I was very young. I have put it there myself. But I’m gripped by fear every time a casual visitor takes a close look at the photograph, afraid that he or she might ask who that short, frail-looking woman with patches on her skin was and that thin young man by her side looking straight at the camera with deepest, unseeing pale blue eyes.
Source: Times of India
A sense of shame and inadequacy enveloped me. This was not the first time that I had allowed my public behaviour to be dictated by what others might think of me. I had been that way since c h i l d h o o d . Ashamed to be seen in public with my brother, who was blind, and with my mother who was afflicted with leucoderma.
It’s not that I didn’t get along with my brother, elder to me by four years. I did. I loved him deeply and admired him too. Against all odds he had educated himself, passing out of a blind school with honours and then going on to university to acquire — unusually for a Brahmin — a Master’s in Islamic studies with distinction. We used to eat together, laugh, and play — all within the confines of the home. But I used to shy away when it came to escorting him to school or even be seen in his company outdoors. I knew I was causing him a lot of hurt but young as he was he never once complained.
Similarly with my mother. There was no cure for leucoderma then. Some 40 years ago, we weren’t even sure that the disease had a name! People thought it a dreadful contagious disease and shunned my mother. Socially and otherwise. A woman of rare courage and fortitude, my mother — though deeply hurt — bore it all quietly, even staying away from the marriage function of her own daughter, her first-born and my eldest sister lest her presence invite censure from relations.
It was only when my second sister, who was being brought up by an uncle in a distant town, returned to the family fold that my mother, who had virtually confined herself to the house for close to two decades, started venturing out into the world. Cajoled, even prodded, by my sister and my eldest brother, she would allow herself to join them for an occasional movie, a dinner in a restaurant, or a trip to the main city market. But I consciously stayed away from these excursions, afraid my friends might spot me in their company and snigger at me later for having a mother with a hideous skin disease. I wasn’t happy doing this but could never muster the courage to declare, as it were, my mother —and my blind brother — to the world at large. This weakness of mine damaged me; ridden by guilt and shy by nature, I became even more of a recluse burying myself in books almost as an escape from the real world.
My blind brother is long dead. My mother, too, is gone. A portrait of the family hangs in my drawing room, taken when I was very young. I have put it there myself. But I’m gripped by fear every time a casual visitor takes a close look at the photograph, afraid that he or she might ask who that short, frail-looking woman with patches on her skin was and that thin young man by her side looking straight at the camera with deepest, unseeing pale blue eyes.
Source: Times of India
Thursday, September 4, 2008
What Happens in Vegas - God Knows
I never thought I will get old enough to not like click flicks… but guys I am OLD…… :( . I mean there is nothing in this movie that made me wanna watch it again or for that matter think about it after the show is over.
It’s a light comedy and needs no to brain to watch, but still….. HOLLYWOOD needs to grow up and so does cameron dias. U could see the wringles on her face all through out the movie, she has a HOT body I agree, but still …..
The movie starts with a cameron getting dumped, because as per her current finance she is no fun and does tooo much planning and on a scale of 1 to 10 on spontenousity is - 5. and ashton works in his father workshop but is kicked out because he doesn’t see things through till the end.
Now both of them decide to go to vegas with their respective friend and as u might have guessed by now, yes they meet. Both are opposite in nature, ashton is more fun and camerian is more partical in her approach towards life.
Now the story movies forward or the twist (if u insist) comes when ashton & camerian get drunk and get married. Next day morning they have a big flight near the slot machine and just before they part, ashton uses the quarter that was on camerian’s hand to put into the slot machine, now as predictable, they hit the jack.
Each one claims the money to he his/her and this moves to the court. The Judge is one sucker for marriages and orders then to work out the marriage and keep the money amoung themselves.
Now, the most predicatable part, they fall in love in due time, each one licking the other persons wounds and helping each other out of the slumber. In the end all works out fine and they have to money. They will happyly ever after…..
We also make these kinds to movie in BOLLYWOOD. Let me mark out the cast for ur benefit ; -
Hero - SRK or Mr. Roshan or Mr. Saif
Actress – Rani
Judge – Anupam Kher
Production house – Karan Johar (of course)
Throw in some dances and lots of bling and BINGO u have a movie ready for the NRI audiences …..
My rating :- 1C
Ratings:-
"Not applicable" – I haven’t seen the movie or the movie is worth missing
1C – I was more interested in Pop Corn & Nachos
2C – Paisaa Vasul
3C – Good & makes u think / out and out entertainment (no brains required to watch it)
4C – I might watch it again / thank you god for this movie
5C – My kind of movie i.e bling & more
"C = Cheers of Chilled Beer"
Monday, September 1, 2008
Rock On - Hai Yeh Waqt ka Ishaara
Ok, first things first – u need to have some passion in life to understand this movie. I don’t mean that u need to like music, but anything will do but some passion without which u can not relate to the movie.
Abhishek Kumar (director) has done a cool work as far as direction is concerned. But the movie works because of 2 people, one arjun rampal (surprise surprise) and other Mr. Akhtar (no surprise there). They both rock all through out the movie.
I am sure everyone would have listened to the music of rock on (if not all the songs, atleast one of two), while hearing the songs I tried to picturize the song and it’s significance in the movie, but after watching the movie I am sure u all would also agree that, music can make or break it.
The movie starts with the akhtar already doing gr8 in life as a investment banker and purab doing what his dad wants him to do and rampal is teaching guitar to kids of his colony & fourth guy (sorry don’t remember his real name, his screen name is ROB) is working of ANU MALIK (yes, malik saab is in the movie). The movie takes u through the journey and the ups and downs each one of them face and how they do what they all work towards doing what they love doing…. Can’t tell u the plot, but it’s worth watching….
Akhtar is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sexy (look from a girl's eye not mine).. Even though the movie doesn’t have any bling in it and is truly about ur passion, I still vouch for it.
Move aside Singh is Kinng, Jaane Tu and rest of the chick flicks… ROCK ON is the best.
After the movie ends and before the casting comes, there was a message by the ROCK ON team –
"DO NOT DOWNLOAD THE MUSIC
BUY THE CD"
But I thing is for sure, if u don’t have a passion in life and there is nothing that u can die for, then this movie is not for u.
My Rating : 5 C – My kind of movie i.e bling & more
BUY THE CD"
But I thing is for sure, if u don’t have a passion in life and there is nothing that u can die for, then this movie is not for u.
My Rating : 5 C – My kind of movie i.e bling & more
Ratings:-
Not applicable – I haven’t seen the movie or the movie is worth missing
1C – I was more interested in Pop Corn & Nachos
2C – Paisaa Vasul
3Ch – Good & makes u think / out and out entertainment (no brains required to watch it)
4C – I might watch it again / thank you god for this movie
5C – My kind of movie i.e bling & more
"C = Chilled Beer"
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