..of the wonder called childhood

what do u do when u see your child is among the last few in this tough competition of contemporary life?..this was the question posed by the movie i watched yesterday..the movie which moved me to the extent that i couldn't rest in peace without writing about it..Taare Zameen Par is no ordinary movie..i don't know whether you'd consider it to be a hyperbole if i say that it was a masterpiece but at least i can tell u this much that it was a movie which made me cry, it was a movie which once again compelled me to think about life & the worthiness of all that I am doing..it all starts with the story of a little boy who suffers from dyslexia..his parents gave up on him & sent him to a boarding school..wherever he goes he is the subject of humiliation due to his 'failure' in the so called parameter which in these days is the sole criterion to judge a person..the parameter called success in studies or in the so called academic career..this is the reason why the movie transcends the problems of the eight year old Ishaan & tells the story of all those failures in this race of being @ the top..
Taare Zameen Par is a magical movie..it lets u revisit the wonderful world of childhood once again..something which we've all lost somewhere in this mad rush..it shows the beautiful relation between a teacher & a little boy who is all lost..shunned by teachers, by friends, he thinks himself to be really a good for nothing which the world constantly tells him that he is!...it shows the beautiful world of all those differently abled children & how a little bit of care & concern can nurture a child no matter what his "flaws" are & metamorphose him into a lovely human being..it shows how life is not all about winning races..there's much more to it...
the storyline is poignant to say the least but thats not all..the music is AWESOME- some thing to be heard to be believed..the cinematography is spectacular..what a beautiful play of colours & subjects..& last but not the least is the use of animation-there's a scene where all the words start getting jumbling up constantly in Ishaan's head & the depiction of that through animation 4 a moment takes u inside the head of the dyslectic kid & lets u feel the trauma & the confusion which he constantly experiences in the world of alphabets & numbers...some of the song sequences actually reminded me of the world famous video of Pink Floyd's Wall..
but above everything else is the display of emotions..the insecurity which an eight year old feels when he is sent away from his parents as a 'punishment' made me cry like him..the song sequence where the children of Tulips are seen to be performing..or the scene where Ishaan after seeing people appreciate him for the very first time runs to his teacher & hugging him starts crying..i can watch the movie over & over for that very one moment..what a performance by a kid called Darsheel Safary..if morning shows the day then i wonder what an actor he would be in his prime time!!!..every sequence is so full of life..so full of innocence..every sequence is so real that it would touch the very chords of your heart!!
Taare Zameen Par is the directorial debut of a certain Aamir Khan who I've idolized during my teenage days...maybe all things we like when we are young aren't so silly after all..!!
over all, a movie which i would highly recommend..rather i should say its one of my favorite movies of all times..

i'm going nuts..i find myself reading up things like this these days!!!

however, all said & done point no.6 seemed interesting enough to be given a try!! he he!!

this is better not read!

what happens when life seems to be going no where?
when nothing much works out..there's no hope to be found anywhr?
really, i don't feel like cribbing but what am i supposed to do now,
so that these disheartening thoughts don't keep coming back??
sometimes, i wish it'd have been so nice to take a break from it all..but even that seems not possible..anyway, life doesn't look too "rosy", "sunny" (whatever!) now..
saw bridget jones' diary today..could identify with bridget to a great extent..someone whose life most of the time makes no sense, everything that she does goes haywire and to top it all not even a XXXXX anywhere around...

*sighs*

this is the way we powerful beings treat them..

the problem is solved, it seems..i can access my blog rite now

my grandma has been seriously ill for the past few days..today by God's grace she was a bit better..if any1 comes across this post, please pray for her recovery, if u can..she means so much to us...

this isn't funny nemore..am not being able to view my blog (or for that matter any blog in blogger.com) anymore :(..strangely enuf, there seems to be no problem in posting on my blog!!!
anyway, i can't go on like this..if any1 knows of some remedy, KINDLY SUGGEST!..or else, i might have to shift to some other blog space, which i really dont feel like :(

yet another futile attempt...

dunno wot has happened..am not being able to access my blog for quite a few days now (even now they arent letting me view it, though they are okay with me writing a new post!weird!)

..anyway, posting after quite a long time, yeah! i had been busy but then, i wouldn't pass the buck by just that excuse..actually didnt quite feel like writing..temperamental me! whatever..
yesterday morning found a baby pigeon lying severly injured in our staircase..heard that two cats literally tried tearing it apart..it was badly injured..i have dealt with cats & dogs before, so am quite at ease when it comes to handling them but this was a little different..anyway, with the help of the granny next next door, managed to put it in a basket & then took it to the nearest animal clinic..
they said one of it's wings had been broken & the nearby region was wounded badly but above all the poor creature was in tremendous shock.. they performed some dressing & asked me to feed it & give the medicines..i brought it back & made a bed for it..after 10 minutes of contemplation, i gingerly picked it up & put it there..the whole day was spent thinking how i can keep it, (as those people had said it might never be able to fly again), as i have so many cats at home, maybe i could put it inside some cage (though i didnt like dat idea much!)..anyway i thought God wanted me to be friends with birds too, so it might have been his way of offering me a gift!
..was proved wrong this morning when i found that the little baby had passed away...
i just dont understand what's the point of all this??? as in, y do i have to be exposed to such experiences over & over & over again, where i would come across a severely sick creature & try my best to cure it & see it die????? once, a poor puppy died on my lap jus 5 minutes before i reached the hospital...y?y?y?
am i wrong in loving them that i would be punished in this way so many times?if God really wants me to take care of them then y on earth cant they live & grow up hale & hearty??wot have i done to deserve all this??

..hope i had an answer...

it's better to be hated for wot u are than to be loved for wot u arent!!

and i really don't care if anyone (or everyone) hates me...i dont care abt anything anymore

a(h)men!!

men say that women are weird but are they any less??they will do things as they please & they'd also expect u to do things as THEY please..wot fun!!

my "today's fortune" in orkut : "the heart is wiser than the intellect"..WOT ROT!!! guess, i'd b the wisest person living in dat case!! haha!!

:(

this was there in my class 7 moral science book, strangely enough I still remember it! maybe because so many times, ever since, have felt like this & hence was reminded of it
"no one loves me, no one cares
i'm going to the garden to eat some worms
big, fat, wriggly worms
small, thin, squiggly worms
i'm going to the garden to eat some worms"

i dont want to feel lk this but cant help if this keeps coming back..y cant i just care a shade less about everything
...came across this:
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

loved it ..its strange how some feelings which are felt by me are also experienced by so many people..given my particular "low" state of mind, it gave a peculiar pleasure to go thru other ppl's confessions (some of them were even so eerily similar to mine!!)..i think i need to visit a psychiatrist

of animals & mercy killings

am feeling like Not doing anything..for so long I've been sitting here, admiring the comp,.. doing nothing!!...I am sick & tired of answering the same old questions & refuting the same old logic put forward by non-vegetarians regarding vegetarianism..if you really are interested about your questions being logically answered, kindly visit:
http://www.petaindia.com/faq.html
Our conscience are our own, I'm not trying to preach anything people..but please let me live in peace with my ideas & beliefs..and you live with yours..
btw,came across this article yesterday about Arundhati-i dunno how many of you have heard of her..she is this eighty year old elephant who was very popular among tourists @ Rajaji Park, Dehradun. Everything was fine until a few days back when she met with an accident & faced multiple fractures on her right foot. The animal has since then, been under excruciating pain & the veterinarians say that nothing can be done to relieve her of it. Hence, her best friend, the 'mahout' along with the doctors, have decided to put an end to her pains by putting her to sleep forever..however, the citizens & the animal welfare organization People for Animals have protested against it & Arundhati's fate yet now remains undecided.
I don't know how much justified we are in keeping a loved one alive just for our sake when it would be to his/her best interest to pass away..is it not to some extent thinking things only from our perspective??..i know euthanasia or mercy-killing is a debatable issue but then for cases like Arundhati's, what's the point in making it pass away slowly bearing that insufferable pain..is it not better to lovingly put the baby to sleep..??
P.S. one of my friend says that i was surely an animal in my previous birth, most probably a stray!maybe thats true!!anyway, I dont regret that, if that is the reason behind my weakness for these hapless beings, then am more than happy that i was one..

am i naive?..am i letting myself being duped..??

..yet another day of failure..yet again, trying to clutch on to that undying hope that tomorrow might be better..

i feel lost & exhausted

the truth about human interactions

"No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by."
-[Franz Schubert]

things happen..we think otherwise..we try to build up faith, try to believe others with the consequence that we again get back to this realization..nothing can be truer!!
how should one define relationships?is it always a quest for 'greener pastures' or 'better options'??are we always loved or cared for only because of our achievements & positive traits??are my qualities more important to people than what I am as a human being??but then, my shortcomings, my flaws, my failures are as much a part of me as the good things about myself!!..then why is it that only the bright side of a person be accepted by the world???..if someone thinks nicely of me for the things I 'represent' rather than for wot I AM, then do I not fade out from their minds in due course of time? because they never appreciated ME in the very first place & the moment they come across another person reflecting my 'good' qualities in a brighter light, I become a lie!!..what a strange world!!! but then, guess that's how things work out here-in every interaction (well almost every, save our relations with our parents maybe!) it is not WE as unique individuals that are accepted by the world-our 'persona' becomes truer than the 'person' that we truly are...

reflections of a lunatic...

have become a proper insomniac..its precisely 2.52am now & after lots of tossing & turning & listening to mindless songs, thought that this might be a better way to 'kill' time..so, wanted to write about this book for quite sometime now..it's called 'josna o jononir golpo', written by Humayun Ahmed. Some books, movies or any such piece of art, i believe, shud be experienced at least once in a lifetime..this happens to be one of them. Based on the background of the internal strife in Bangladesh (then East Pakistan) on it's struggle for freedom, better known as 'Muktijuddho', this book is a memoir of those times through the eyes of someone who has experienced it all..from seeing near ones killed in front of his eyes, to inhuman tortures by the military, to absconding from one place to another..the book gives a true account of those times. While reading it, I had these feeling that it was happening all around me..in fact, it really can happen anywhere, anytime..imagine the country being handed over for the military to rule on one fine day & then life changes right in front of your eyes. You can hear bombings and shootings all around you & you are vehemently praying that your house is Not their next target..if your prayers remain unanswered, they come in shoot the men & children, torture the women in ways that i cant bring myself to describe here & kill them and if they so like 'take away' a few of the people to torture them in 'better' & 'innovative' manners before killing them.. surely you've heard about playing with the prey before killing it??..this is what Bangladesh experienced in the year of 1971..millions of people lost or got separated from their near ones, around one million came to India to seek refuge..to give a small description of the scale of the mass murder which took place for nearly ten months-when people traveled by the rivers, during those times, they generally tried not to look at the water, reason?everywhere you could see numerous bodies floating by..braving all the massacre by the Pakistani Army, those brave 'muktijoddhas' continued fighting..and at last, there was freedom..the author gives his reaction on the day independent Bangladesh was officially declared..he & one of his friends first came out on the streets which was filled with people who've gone berserk out of euphoria, the author & his friends first started running down the streets then they started shouting at the top of their voices & then they cried..& cried...this was freedom for them..one of my friends commented that this is the reason why they value & give such importance to their Independence Day, unlike us..but then on reflection..i guess, it'll become 'just another holiday' for them too after a few generations..guess, our country also faced such traumatic times..only people who experience or go through such times maybe realize their significance..after all, it's human nature to take things which they get without an effort, for granted, huh?!
This book made me reflect on the uncertainty called life, it made me feel that only during these trying times do we realize the value of life and the way we waste it in trivialities...
It also revived the thought that in so many places around the globe, people are actually undergoing such experiences, even at this very moment...the other day i saw a picture in the newspaper which I thought were of two tiny tots who've played with colors..on closer look, i noticed that it was actually blood which had soaked their bodies & they were helplessly crying out for help, then today i saw the picture of military killing people in Burma where this photographer who had been shot & was dying was still taking shots (he later died)..why am i relating such gory incidents?'cause it is making me increasingly frustrated..so much of violence, inequality, sickness & pain all around us & yet we choose to be oblivious to those as long as they don't concern us..as if that is the 'life' belonging to some outer world & the cozy & comfortable life which we live, is the only truth that there is..am not so idealistic as to demand an egalitarian society (though i wouldn't mind it at all!) but then such huge disparities make me sick!!!
sometimes i wonder, do i really care or are these just momentary sentimentalities??what am i doing wid life? yes, i am preparing to get into some good b-school which in the end might land me into some cushy job..and then?what next???do i really do things which i dream of doing or succumb to that luxury, consoling myself with words like: 'where do i have the time' ? or 'i really dont have the means, only if i had more money..' or 'i'll surely do it, but not now, some other time..' How often have i heard these??and God, how they make me scared...

am in a particularly hopeless mood right now..whatever am doing seem to bear no positive outcome!have to get over it, somehow..btw, liked something quite..you can check it out:
http://www.lyricscrawler.com/song/3953.html

superiority sometimes breeds cruelty

i am aware it wouldn't change anyone's views in anyway but at least next time when you buy that bucket chicken from KFC, you would at least spare us a thought..and if you have those 'insightful' logic about y we should be non-veggies..kindly go thru this:
http://www.petaindia.com/faq.html
am sick & tired of answering the same questions :(





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resurgence

once upon a time i had a blog, then due to some reason it got deleted..then i didn't know how to come back-" stultified" that's what my head has become, i believed. But i cant express the joy which i feel on this rainy night at precisely 2.30 am..the joy one feels to return to someplace he truly cherished being..gosh!i never knew i loved to write so much!maybe, i would write a book someday :)..but who will read all this rubbish?as an afterthought, does that really matter?to use a cliche " does the bird in the forest sing to gain praises"?.. every word i' m typing now is stirring up some strange emotion within me, am feeling overjoyed as i realize how much i love pouring out my heart through words!!
my life at present is similar to that quiet afternoon lake..not much of turbulence. During this span of time, I have left my job but then again am not at all depressed about that!i realized the fact that it's better to pursue your heart's desires sometimes..it might not fetch you money but the happiness it gives sometimes does wonders to your inner development. I am supposed to be studying really hard as that was the reason (read excuse) to quit. Am not doing justice to the purpose entirely, but hope to start off soon but then seriously i don't miss an iota of that job which i hated doing..'liberation' is a wonderful thing after all!!!
The name i chose was something which occurred to me while i was tossing in bed (due to lack of sleep) sometimes back. The white light passing through the prism gets refracted to seven colors..that's the purpose of this blog precisely!It'd bring out the multiple "me's"..the "me" which is ur 'average joe', the "me" which is dark & mean, the activist "me", the "me" which nurtures those starry eyed dreams..and many more which we are yet to discover :)!

P.S. thanks to you for pushing me to restart!