Monday, March 31, 2008

Tit- bits

This weekend I watched an amazing movie - RACE! Yes I say it is amazing, I am sure, many would not agree to this and might just write off my sense in movies. I do not care. I have grown up with my younger brother on weekly doses of Tehkikat by Shyam D'Silva and Gopi Chand on Doordarshan. The detective serial was something we would not miss for anything. My mom was also convinced that we both cannot live without it, and so even during exams she would permit us to watch that serial. So now liking Race may seem justified. I always look forward to any suspense thriller that gets released, and Race gets an ace amongst them. Not even once did the movie turn out to be predictable to me, the comedy quotient was good enough to keep my jaws occupied with the brain trying to decipher the mystery. There might be a few bollywoodish gibberishes here and there, but that can be overlooked, otherwise justified by the class that Abaas Mustan, the director duo has put up in the movie.

Apart from the movie watching, this weekend I pondered about the fact that I am sure over this period of time I have surely made a few regular readers of my blog, who do not want to comment on my posts, but surely want to read them to derive whatever set of emotions they have been deriving out of my posts. Just like listening to music or dancing or partying or blogging, reading others blogs may also be some way of recreation. So how justified is it if I deprive them of this recreation. To try and put up one post at a regularly defined time intervals seems quintessential.

And then it does not need to make sense always. I don't stop watching movies ever, so why stop blogging ever. Cheers!

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Accidental love

I recently watched the new release "The Accidental Husband". There is something which remained with me after I completed watching the movie, I am still not able to think any less about it. There is Dr. Emma, the female lead who is a famous love doctor aka love guru and there is Mr. Patrick who is the male lead, an ordinary fireman. Mr. Patrick is the accidental husband of Dr. Emma. From what started as a revenge, they both eventually fell in love with each other. Emma did not fall in love with Patrick just after knowing him, but it was a gradual process. The time she spent with his family, his friends, with him in his social gatherings- everything added to make her fall in love with him.

So there can be two situations of falling in love with somebody- one can be when one does not know anything more than what the person is, like no knowledge about his family, his social lineages, his friends and his kind of gatherings; or the other can be to fall in love with the person after having encountered everything, after having spent time with his family and friends, having attended social functions with him, having known him quite well in and out.

I don't know which of the two is right. May be there is not much difference between them after all. May be there is not much to even think about in them. I am not sure.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A crude confession

Well, I have a confession to make. A confession that might leave me in a bad light in front of many, but does not stop me from making it.

I love my parents, more than Karan Johar claims in his Its-all-about-loving-your-parents movies, and every time I am surprised to find out that what I think of them is not true in entirety. When I stepped into adolescence and it was time for me to find a partner for myself, without having heard this from them I had assumed that they would want to marry me off only in the same caste i.e with an Agarwal. So subconsciously I prepared myself that even I want to marry only a maru. You know when you put yourself into conditions, it is hardly that you allow any free flow of emotions. You channelize every action of yours towards fulfilling that condition.

Last weekend my mother called up to tell me that they want to start looking for a suitor for me. And she added that they do not want to only look for a maru as more than that what she is looking for in my match is a nice smart boy who is strong enough to take care of her daughter through everything that life has to offer and has a respectable position in the society. I was stunned, took me sometime to recollect myself. To confirm what I just heard I asked, "You mean you are okay with inter-caste?" Pat came the reply- "Why not? What made you ever think that after educating you so much, letting you live life the way you want to, sending you abroad for studies that I will have this constraint of caste in mind!" I was amazed, amazed to know how foolish I have been. Amazed to find out how little I knew my mother. Proud to have a mother like her, and ashamed to be myself.

Two thoughts sprang my mind soon after this incident. I am thinking about them since that day, trying to undo a few things I did in the past. First being talking to my best friend from college. We are best friends since the last 6 years now, she is also an Agarwal. Two years back she told me that she had committed herself to a Mallu guy knowing that her family would not approve of the relation. I was not excited to know it. North Indian- South Indian, I felt there was no match. And surely her family would disapprove. I never encouraged her, thinking that it was my duty as her best friend to express my honest opinion. But after this talk with my mom, I immediately contacted her. I begged pardon from her, for having not understood her when she most needed me. Found about how the guy was doing and told her to fearlessly go ahead with it, and that I am with her. Told her that even she may be just assuming like I did that her family may not approve of the relation. It all might turn out to be absolutely fine. "It was more important to marry somebody who perfectly understands you than to bother yourself about his caste"- we both agreed on it.

This post will not deal with the second thought that sprang my mind immediately after the conversation with mom. I am still trying to undo that, but then it is probably rightly said that there are no retakes in real life. I wish I had a reel life as well!

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Thoughts or no thoughts?!

I feel like writing something, not knowing what to write. I feel like thinking about someone, not knowing who he is. I feel like talking about something, not knowing exactly what. I feel like writing about it all, not knowing where to start and what to write. Meanwhile I am glad that I have at least finished writing all my projects now and thankfully there I knew exactly what.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

A breather

The last few weeks have been maddening, I got a little too carried away. I was dreaming, breathing, thinking, feeling, eating and even walking only one thing. Nothing else occupied me. There were no thoughts for blogging, no desire to watch my once-in-a-week-bollywood-dose that I use to pamper myself.

I have allowed a breather. I decided to be a little kind to my thought process just before it was time to collapse with the guilt of excessive torture to the brain. The thrills of fantasizing about it had to be given a break. So I decided to keep my commitment of the once-in-a-week-bollywood-dose and started deciding on watching some movie. I don't what made me select Jhoom Barabar Jhoom (may be the Abhishek Bachchan factor). Huh, it is the worst movie I have watched in my dose routines . So one can imagine it dint help me much to drive my crazy thinking process away for anytime. There was nothing in the movie that could make me feel good. I would surely be more prudent next time. But rather honestly I have not left too many good choices anymore :-) From Saawariya to Taare Zameen Par I have watched them all in one of my dose routines. My search for an English movie is generally filtered by lots of criteria, so there too I am not left with too many options.

So finally I decided to blog, and to be very honest this is the best way to force myself to think of something other than what I have been putting myself to think about for weeks. Well since weeks, what occupied me was my C++ numerical project which I submitted today and from tomorrow I would be working on a statistical project. Oh my sweet little brain, I confess that I love you and I will be more kind to you very soon. Please cooperate!