Thursday, July 22, 2010
The mind is a scary place. A place that is dark and enlightened at the same time. A place that plays games, that plots and schemes, that keeps everything safe inside its chambers and yet sometimes has no memory to fall back on. A place that can be innocent as well as keep up a façade, a place that is safe from the outside world, yet can be easily manipulated by another mind of equal or more power.
The movie Shutter Island is an American psychological movie that delves into the darkest chambers of the human mind. Based on the 2003 novel of the same name by author Dennis Lehanne, the movie, directed by Martin Scorsese, premiered at the 60th Berlin International Film Festival as part of the competition screening on February 13th 2010. The movie was co-produced by Columbia Pictures and Paramount Pictures. It was released on 19th February 2010.
Crew and Cast:
Martin Scorsese – Director
Martin Scorsese, Bradley J. Fischer, Mike Medavoy, Arnold W. Messer
Robbie Robertson - Music
Leonardo Di Caprio – U.S. Marshal Edward ‘Teddy’ Daniels
Mark Ruffalo – U.S. Marshal Chuk Aule
Ben Kingsley – Dr. John Cawley
Michelle Williams – Dolores Chanal
Emily Mortimer – Rachel Solando
Max von Sydow – Dr. Jeremiah Naehring
Jackie Earle Haley – George Noyce
Ted Levine – Warden
John Carroll Lynch – Deputy Warden McPherson
Elias Koteas – Andrew Laeddis
Patricia Clarkson – Dr. Rachel Solando
The movie, based in the year 1954, begins with a sea-sick U.S. Marshal Edward (Leonardo) and his newly-assigned partner Chuck (Ruffalo) heading towards the Shutter Island in Boston Harbour, which houses the Ashecliff Hospital for Criminally Insane. The two have been assigned to investigate into the disappearance of a patient Rachel Solando, who, it seems, has vanished from a locked room.
As they reach the island, a dark mood takes over the movie. The landscape is all dark and grey, filled with uniformed and armed guards who are searching the place for the vanished patient / prisoner. The ferry on which the two Marshals have arrived is the only source of link between Shutter Island and the world, they are informed, and as a storm is fast approaching, the captain of the ferry wants to leave them on the island and go back as soon as possible.
As the two Marshals step on the island, they realize things are quite serious. The sky is already dark with the looming storm and the sea is rough and black. As they near the hospital, they pass electrified fences of barbed wire and a cemetery with the words – ‘Remember me, for I have lived, loved, laughed.’ The cemetery is filled with black and grey slabs jutting out of the earth, an ominous sky above, a dark life inside the confines of the island. The hospital looms large all of a sudden. It is a massive stone structure, like a castle made only of grey stone, and everything about the place is already dark and gives you the creeps. The movie, though based in the US, is every bit English in its look – the dark grey castle, the grey sky filled with large dark clouds, the grey sea, it seems all the colour has been taken away from the life that exists here.
As the two enter the gates they are asked to hand over their arms to the guard. For all their time on the island, they are informed that they will have to follow all protocol and that they will have to obey orders from the in-charge.
The head psychiatrist, Dr. John Cawley, explains that the escaped patient, Rachel Solando, had been admitted after she drowned her three children. The two join the others during the search for Rachel. During the search Edward sees a lighthouse and upon asking if she could be hiding there, he is told the lighthouse has already been searched. Edward asks to see the files of the hospital staff but is refused. His frustration is further increased when he is informed that the psychiatrist who was handling Rachel’s case has already left for a long-planned vacation. When they want to speak with the doctor, they are told that all lines of communication are down due to the storm.
While talking to his partner Chuck, Edward reveals that he is here on a personal mission too. His wife, Dolores, was killed in a fire that was started by an arsonist named Andrew Laeddis.
In the morning while they are interviewing the patients, one of them scribbles the words RUN on the notepad. Later, Edward reveals to Chuck that Andrew Laeddis was sent to Ashecliff for his crime but had suddenly disappeared. Also, he had once met a former patient named George Noyce, who had told him how Ashcliff was experimenting on patients in barbaric and secret methods. George was a wonderful man, who had been sent for some work to the institute. But when he came back from there he became violent and had to be sent back as a patient. He was cured and was sent back to the outside world. But then again he began showing signs of violence and attacked people and was sent back to Shutter Island again. Edward says that the entire episode was fishy, as George was a perfectly normal person and there was nothing to trigger off something like this in him. He was sure the institute was responsible for George’s strange behaviour. Now Edward is going to reveal to the world about the institute and get it closed.
Some time later Edward is informed that Rachel has been found. They have a meeting, soon after which Edward begins to develop terrible migraines and hypersensitivity to light. The staff and the doctors assist him with medicines and make him rest.
The storm becomes dangerous and parts of the institute begin to flood. As power is off, the patients begin to run out. The whole place is in a mess and Edward takes the opportunity to take a look at Ward C, which he had been earlier informed, houses the most dangerous of the patients. There he finds George Noyce, who is now battered and bruised, and he tells Edward to leave the place and run, that everything is a conspiracy and that his life too may be in danger.
Rest……it is too good to be revealed.
The haunting background score is something that blends so well with the movie’s theme and mood that you wont even realize it was not made for the movie per se. Instead, the director had asked his long-time collaborator to create an ensemble of previously recorded material to be used in the film. The beauty in the music is that though it was made without any particular theme in mind, once used in the film, it gels so perfectly that you feel it part of your own thought process. As you are tense, the music is tense, as you are hopeful, so is it full of hope, as you are sad, the notes are teary, as you are on the edge and have begun to chew your nails, the music will grip you.
Shutter Island has provided the director as well as the lead actor their best box-office opening yet. According to studio estimates, the film opened #1 at the box office with $41 million.
Personal verdict on the movie – AWESOME
Monday, July 19, 2010
Wow, so now that my daughter has begun school, I can see that I have a busy social calendar too. Maybe not exactly the way I had imagined, I had imagined that once she began school I would use those few hours to celebrate my new-found me-time, to go out and have some girly fun, to spend time with my girl friends or any friends for that matter, to draw a warm bubble bath and soak in the water for hours, to go window shopping and not worry about tagging along an unwilling toddler whose real love lay in the play-area…..there were so many plans, which, still remain plans.
On the other hand, there has been a sudden intrusion of a busy schedule already, something that was not planned but has just now begun to hit me. The calendar is packed not only now, but my daughter’s school authorities have been kind and generous enough to keep my calendar booked for the next two months!!!!
I knew school would mean crafts and projects and home work and all that…..but right now? Pleeeezzzzzz……let her at least grow up a bit…and let me enjoy some time to myself first :(
So we started with poems and songs and alphabets and numbers, colours, animals, birds, transport, thankfully these all she knew, I had already done some home work before-hand…..so I was spared some initial work.
Then came the standing lines and the sleeping lines and the slanting lines. Then beginning to write. Then drawing. Then origami!!!!! Huh!!!!!
Then began the crafts and the scratching of the head till late at night, just trying to figure out what to do and how to do……. Oh boy, the pressures of school are already beginning to show on me now!
Then the fancy dress competitions, the rain dance schedules, the colour days where the dress and the shoes and socks, the accessories and even the tiffin needs to be coordinated. Plus she also needs to carry a colour-coordinated toy to school. Hmm..
Then came the environment week, with one day seeing my little one turn into a sunflower, another day seeing her as a concerned tiny citizen, marching with an environment-related placard, one day saw her having fun in a rain dance, while another saw her planting a sapling with her papa and learning to take care of her ‘happy plant’ as she calls it.
Now the new schedule is out. And I have my hands full again.
So now what I am looking at is a pink day, a jeans day, a magi / pasta day(I have managed to keep her off Maggi till now, though she has already begun singing the jingle she sees on TV and asks me about the noogles that these boys and girls on TV are eating) I will surely give her pasta, then there is of course friendship day, where she will be tying satin ribbons to other tots she thinks of as friends (never mind that these little ones are always complaining about he hit me, she hit me), cheese sandwich day, tattoo day (out will come my brushes and paints for making a fake tattoo), peace day (I need to figure out a full white ensemble for her – her wardrobe is already beginning to look like a rainbow and more), bhel day, lollipop day, hat day…..and, to my biggest tension, a RETRO DAY!!!! Now how am I supposed to dress her up in the early 70’s and 80’s fashion in bell bottoms and short kurtis and all!!!! I guess I will have to endure Om Shanti Om for some disastrous fashion ideas now!!!!
This schedule is going to go on till September. So once this is over and I am still alive and capable of writing down all this again, I will update about the latest in my school home work assignments… till then, please keep wishing me luck……
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Recently read an article online about our beloved Sonu Nigam. Now of course his is a name that will generate news even when there is no news. And he himself has expressed his distaste about fans getting too intrusive and people asking too many questions that have nothing to do with his music.
But this article I read takes it to another level.
At one of the episodes of a talent-search singing reality show on television involving kids, Sonu Nigam made a special appearance. After the usual talks, one of the voices in the audience asked him if he waxes his chest !!!! I wish I had seen that person on TV.....I believe that person is truly one of its kind and thankfully so....
The question apparently miffed Sonu so much that he told the fan that he does not wax his chest, that he has very less hair growth there, and that he has lots of that on his legs and would the person want to see that ??!!! Very good Sonu....
Now I wish the article I saw online had ended here by just stating what had happened. But no....this person who wrote the article also seems to be one of its kind....So this person went on to speculate what could be the reasons why Sonu has so much hair on his head, while hardly any on his chest (lot of peeping this person has been doing it seems) and what is the reason of too much hair on his legs?
Well, what can I say...I am one of the biggest fans of Sonu too...But I can simply say this that...I am a fan, not a lunatic...
All the best Sonu to deal with these so-called fans who suffer from such mental diarrhea......
Good girls go to heaven………..bad girls go everywhere ;)
Well, there has to be a reason for this one, isn’t it?
Okay, so no one ever tells us to be mean, rather good is what we are always supposed to be. But you know what, sometimes being mean can sure be ‘good’ too. Being mean to someone who has been playing the mind-games of late, pissing you off without reason, trying to get their own thing done while pretending to be nice, while all that they are doing is trying to use you and take advantage of you being nice and polite.
There is reason for me to suddenly praise the ‘mean’ streak. Well let me tell you an incident that happened a few days ago.
Lets hear a story.
Once upon a time there was a nice girl. She was always smiling and sweet and polite, never replying back, never raising her voice, respecting elders, listening to people when they loaded her with unwanted advice…..generally, playing the role of Miss Goody Two Shoes to perfection…so much so that some people had even forgotten that she had a mind of her own, a mind, that when provoked too much, could give a fair competition to any mean machine out there.
Now one day she had some guests over who came to live for some time. The history here was that these people had been really nasty to her, treating her with no respect whatsoever, taking her for granted all the time. But since they were family, she had gone along with the image, never once telling them otherwise.
In her little kitchen there stood a fridge, which she had decorated with a few special pictures of her favourite family members. She loved looking at these pictures each time she walked into the kitchen. It made her feel that somehow, these people were always there by her side, just by being there on the fridge
Now when these so-called relatives arrived, from the very next day a strange thing began to happen. Mysteriously, and with a regularity that was actually creepy, each time she came into the kitchen, she saw that somehow, the pictures of her parents and her brother would be on the floor. Only those two pictures each time, and not the ones of these family members who had come to visit (you see, they too had their pictures on the fridge, not so much out of love as out of decorum). And though she understood from the very first moment what was going on, she quietly put back the pictures in its place, without a confrontation, as it would lead to arguing. The pictures had never fallen down ever, only for the time these people were visiting.
For the first two-three days the girl decided it was best to keep putting up the pictures back in their place, maybe they would stop doing their dirty cheap tricks. But when it did not stop, she did just what they were doing.
Now the next time they came into the kitchen, they saw their picture lying on the floor, dirty, with footprints on it. This happened only once and they picked it up and kept it back.
Magically, from then on, there were no more pictures on the floor. The magnets seemed to be working fine from that day on, and the girl never had to pick up another picture off the floor.
Moral of the story: When someone repeatedly takes your goodness as being ‘dumb’ and keeps being mean, just show them what you got. The feeling you will get inside once they get a taste of their own medicine is unmatched.
And for those two of you who read this and know who is being talked of here – if you may, please do something like this again so that I can have the pleasure of being mean all over again ;)
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
So what is the benefit of living in a condo with people from different parts of the country? Think think......
Still thinking? Think .....
Got it? No?
Okay let me help you out here....
Well, I live with my family on the 23rd floor in a wonderful condo. The couples here are the same age as us and most of them have kids who too are of the same age-group. There is a mix of people from all parts of India here..And guess what makes it so wonderful? The food that is cooked in these homes, what else??? :)
Well, it is a lovely thing that we have going on here. I am a Bengali and my husband is originally a UP-ite, but since we are both born and brought up in Delhi, both the North Indian and Bengali cuisine are dominant in our kitchen. So whenever I make something typical to our tastes, I make sure to share it with my girl friends in the building. So each time I make rajma chawal, spicy mustard fish, aaloo tamaatar, kaali daal, dhaaba dal, tadka daal, mixed dal, dum aaloo and the likes, I send it to my friends.
My friend Namita who lives on the 14th floor is a Punjabi who is married to a Maharashtrian. So each time she makes chholey or the Maharashtrian dish made of some leafy vegetable that is folded and fried (I forget the name each time) she makes sure to send it over. Plus her husband makes this awesome mutton biryani which I almost always get. And she sends these yummy fish delicacies that are so irresistible.
Her neighbour Vidhi is also a very dear friend. She is a Sindhi and also married to one and her best specialty which I almost order her to make is the Sindhi curry. Oh, I cant tell you how I begin to crave for it if I dont keep getting it on and off. She always does the needful and sends over a huge bowl filled to the brim.
My another friend lives on the 10th floor and is half-South-Indian half-Maharashtrian. Jyothi makes this yummy south-Indian fare at home, plus all the chutneys and accompaniments and also something new that I had recently the name to which I forgot. Her father is also gifted with the culinary talent. He specialises in making mouth-watering chiwda and snacks at home and each time she visits her home town she remembers to bring back these home-made delicacies for me by the kilo !!!
Vinaya, my friend on the 11th floor is the best cook of daal-baati. So much so that when she sends over the dish, my husband does not even wait for any rice or roti to accompany it. He just picks a spoon and starts eating off the dish....Its that yummy. And she also keeps sending these delicious rice crispies that are to be fried. And yummy curry and all....
Kavita, my friend on the 22nd floor makes awesome black chholey.....I happened to mention it once when we were talking in a group. She remembered it and next time that she made the dish, she was kind enough to send me the same too.
Though we live in India, its cultural richness is so vast and diverse that many times we end up missing on many of its traditions and specialties. I had never had daal-baati and other Gujarati fare before, same for Maharashtrian cuisine. But now that I am in the company of these lovely friends of mine, my taste buds have surely developed.
We hardly find time to welcome people in our lives and in our homes anymore. So when someone remembers to share a meal with you in these busy times, it sure is special...
I am really lucky to have met such amazing friends in my neighbours.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Ever wondered what it is about music that is so magical? And why is it that some songs, no matter how common and popular they are, will always be associated in your mind as 'your' song?
Like the tunes that play on your ipod when you are in the gym, need an energy boost and one touch of your finger brings on the music that makes you run that extra mile on the treadmill.....(remixes, ishq hai jhootha, larl larl buliya)
Or those times when you are down and low, maybe have had a recent spat with your loved one or are going through a difficult phase and that one song seems just so perfect, as if all the pain and emotion you are feeling right now has been poured into the song and you are the protagonist?......(bin tere, tere bin, iktaara, jaaney kya chahey mann baanwra)
Then the songs that will make you get up and dance no matter what, not bothering about the time, place or anything, the moment you hear that one song you just have to shake a leg...Maybe you wont really get up on the table and turn up the heat as you actually wanted, but maybe you will just groove and shake and move your body....(Where's the party tonight from the movie KANK, janaab-e-ali, dhanno, salaam-e-ishq, bandaa ye bindaas hai...)
The goodbye songs....(leaving on a jet plane, kabhi alvida na kehna)
The happy moment songs, the ones that can make you feel happy just by listening to the first note. (dil kya karey by adnan sami from salaam-e-ishq..I think all of you must have smiled at least once when you heard this)
The sleep songs, those night-time favourites, which, despite their heavy and intense music may have the capacity to put you off to zzzzz-land.
The aaawwww-cuddly songs that will almost always make you want to turn and cuddle your little one and pick them up in your arms and kiss and hug...and want to keep them that way for the rest of your lives... (meri duniya tu hi re from the movie Hey Baby)
The tension song
The depression song
The romantic number
The secret excitement song
The scary song
The traveller's song
The new begining song
The festival song
The occasion song
The friends song (this has to be I'll Be there for you from FRIENDS)
Also, added by our reader RPrasad:
patriotic song (like Bharat humko jaan se pyaara hai from Roza)
family song, related to brother, sister, mother, father....
Well there are just too many categories here...And I think each one of us has our special reason and season for a song....
Ever wondered what life would be without song and music?
To all you musicians out there.......
So I say thank you for the music, the songs Im singing,
thanks for all the joy they're bringing.
Who could live without it, I ask in all honesty,
what would life be, without a song or dance what are we,
so I say thank you for the music, for bringing it to me.....
I am still not a fan of this one....havent watched it yet...but this one song I have heard a hundred thousand times already....
Loved the lyrics so had to share it here.....sing along....
hai kya yeh jo tere mere darmiyaan hai
andekhi ansuni koi daastaan hai
hai kya yeh jo tere mere darmiyaan hai
andekhi ansuni koi daastaan hai
lagney lagi ab zindagi khaali hai meri
lagney lagi har saans bhi khaali
koi khalish hai
hawaaon mein bin tere
ajnabi se huye kyun pal saarey
ki nazar se nazar ye milaatey hi nahi
ik ghani tanhaai chha rahi hai
manzilein raaston mein hi gum hone lagi
kho gayi ansuni har dua ab meri
reh gayi ankahi bin tere
koi khalish hai hawaaon mein bin tere
raah mein roshni ne hai kyun haath chhora
iss taraf shaam ne kyun hai apna muh moda
ki har subah
ik beraham si raat ban gayi
hai kya ye jo tere mere darmiyaan hai
andekhi ansuni koi daastan hai
lagney lagi ab zindagi khaali
lagney lagi har saans bhi khaali.....
koi khalish hai hawaaon mein bin tere
If you spot this car, report to the police immediately: MH 43 AB 5652 WHITE SEDAN WITH TINTED BLACK GLASSES
I live in Navi Mumbai and for the last few months I was hearing about this car, a white sedan with tinted black glasses that follows girls and honks at them at deserted spots on the road. Some female friends told me they had been followed in the afternoon when they were on the road, the driver honking constantly. Some told me the car would stop in front of you and honk. Some incidents were also reported where people mentioned a white sedan with tints that stopped at deserted spots and tried to pull in girls inside the car. In fact 3 or 4 times this happened right outside our building and as soon as the security guards ran to help the car fled.
Recently I was coming home in the morning one day and as it was a cool breezy morning I decided to enjoy the walk. It was 11:30 in the morning and there was traffic on the road. I was walking along, unaware that the sedan had already began to follow me. It was the honking that caught my attention. I turned to see the white car following me at a very slow pace, the person at the wheel honking continuously, trying to get my attention. At first I thought it was someone from my building who spotted me and was going to offer me a lift home. But then I realised if that was so, the person would surely appear at the window and call me. I understood what was going on and decided to ignore the car. I began walking again.
The car followed again, driving very very slowly, honking and honking, coming steadily behind. It was really annoying. For a moment I felt like going back and breaking a window with my umbrella. I would have done it in the past, but now I decided it was not even worth that.
It crossed me and went in front of me and stopped, still honking. As I reached the driver's window I turned to see if someone would show a face that I might recognise. But the window was up and the tints were totally dark. I walked on. And of course he followed.
There was no PCR nearby or any traffic cop either, else I would have reported him there and then.
I spotted an auto and decided it was better to quit the walk then. As I approached the auto the guy in the sedan started a mad honking. I turned to him, showed him the finger and then got in the auto. The car followed me almost till my home. And when I got off and turned to see, it was there in the lane too.
Later that day when I came down again in the afternoon for some work, I saw the same sedan strolling slowly on the lane outside. I realised then that this is the same car about which so many people have mentioned earlier but no one has bothered to officially complain yet.
So now that I know the number, I thought I would share it with all female friends who are in Navi Mumbai so that you can be aware of this menace. And if you spot him, dont waste any time to report him if he harasses you.
The details of the car again: MH 43 AB 5652 WHITE SEDAN WITH TINTED BLACK GLASSES
(The pic used in the article is for representational purpose only)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I was having a conversation with a friend this morning. She is sort of in the middle of jobs right now, somewhat out of choice. I am enjoying this new 'stay-at-home' status of hers as I get to see more of her this way.
I asked her casually what her plans were about going back to work. She mentioned her husband, who has his own work, wants her to work together. In fact, she told me, he has been building his case for this for the last few days now, so much so that even her parents and in-laws are telling her this is the best thing for her. And she is of course confused.
And so am I. Well, not if this situation was upto me. I am just confused about her situation. For myself, I would never work together with my hubby in the same office. Nothing against it, but just that I like to keep the professional and personal separate.
I found this topic quite interesting, so just wanted to see how many pro's and cons I could come up with about working together with your spouse as a colleague:
1. No more double commuting costs
2. In case you have to miss out on work one day, your spouse can handle the excuses, or maybe even do a check to see if there is something really important that needs your attention.
3. No more worrying about cooking dinner if you are reaching home late and tired. Your spouse is as much tired as you are, plus you won't have to keep the food ready before your spouse enters the door.
4. You may need to be away from office yet get something delivered on an urgent basis. Your spouse can take it for you.
5. You won't have to pretend to be listening to your spouse while you are actually bored listening about what it is that they do at work. If you work in the same organisation you will already have a much better idea than you had before.
1. You will never get to ask 'Darling, how was your day?" if you are in the same department.
2. You will end up discussing work at home and making strategies and plans.
3. You will never get a chance to go out with your friends on your own as your partner too may have the same circle of friends.
4. You will not be able to crib about your spouse / in-laws at the work place. Who knows who has a big mouth ?!!
5. You can never look at that attractive new person who just joined. Your 'office-flirting' days are over ;)
6. You cannot ever give the excuse of falling sick and then heading out with your partner to a romantic destination. After all, no office is dumb enough to believe that both of you will fall sick at the same time.
7. You cannot expect to tag along with your spouse each time they go on work abroad. You may have your own work back in office and the company will be aware of all your doings.
8. Imagine bumping into each other at the coffee machine. It's cute, ok, but then, what if you are discussing some really juicy gossip with your friends? You will have to decide who needs more of your attention then, your spouse or your friends?
This was more or less what came to my mind in the last 5 mins....do let me know here if you have some points to share :))
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sometimes I think I was a book in my last birth. I dont believe in reincarnation and many lives and all that, but just thinking of the love I have for books sometimes makes me feel that maybe I too was one of them.
I have never been able to throw away a book. Nor am I comfortable lending my books to people, be it friends or even family. Of course I would never give my book to a person whom I hardly know...who is to tell how they would treat my books?
They have always been a part of my life ever since I can remember. From the earliest memories I have of me, I can always see a book in the time-frame. And I have only my parents to thank for it. They are the ones who introduced me to this enchanted world. Whenever there was an occasion for celebration they would get me a new book, whenever I wasnt well they would get me a book, whenever I achieved something they would gift me a book. And I always looked forward with eager anticipation to that time when baba or ma would hand me a new book with a smile.
I remember when I was a kid there was this hugely popular youngster's magazine called TARGET. I dont know how many of you read it or how many of you remember it now. But I looked forward to their latest edition every time. I dont remember now whether they were once a month or once a fortnight. And then there were those special issues when the regular TARGET would be a big big affair, hard-bound and with lots and lots of more pages. Sometimes we also needed to book it in advance with our newspaper 'bhaiyas'. I remember one such time when a very special issue of TARGET was about to come out and I had told my parents about the same. Baba was supposed to get it one day for me and when he came home, he looked sadly at me and said "Sorry, but the book was sold out. I will try again." I cant tell you how sad and dejected I was then, but I hid my face and said it wasnt a problem. Of course that would not fool my parents, and baba brought out his hands from behind his back and there it was.....the book I had been waiting for....I didnt get up from reading that book the whole day and next day it was all I could think of in school, I kept wanting to go back home and finish the rest.....
My house now is stacked with books, it is one of the first things people notice when they visit. My husband sometimes asks me if I would like to open a library so that others too have a chance of reading the same. I love books of many genres and styles and it is a varied collection I have. But even though I know its selfish I can never do that. I think my love is more for the books that have now grown old, signs of aging making them yellow, their pages dog-eared with years of reading, my name that I write on all my books as a mark of possession fading away and the ink turning a pale blue. I love all that. And the best thing I love about these books is the smell. Have you ever picked up an old book and buried your nose in its pages? An old book and a new one will never ever smell the same. Nor will they ever have the same texture or feel or look. And that is how I like them. I love to see a book with signs of having been read. A book should not be looked like it has never been touched, like it has been preserved. It should look like it has been fondly been caressed by its owner, though taking full care at the same time not to damage it in any way. All my books are there with me even today, even those very old ones I read as a child. I have them all. And I love them all.....
And maybe like the love and the bonding sometimes suggests, I was a book in some past time.....who knows..
Friday, July 2, 2010
These lines were shared by my hubby (he read them somewhere)....Read to see how beautiful the words are...and when they are implemented in real life...how special..
Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.
Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are; Who is earning almost as much as you do;
One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;
One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements
One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;
One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name
One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen
One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;
One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;
Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply Because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise
One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;
One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important, relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her;
One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.
But not many guys understand this......
I was lucky enough to find someone who does...And I hope for all my female friends that they are as lucky too....As loved and as valued as they are special...
And for all my male friends, I do hope you realise the worth of what a blessing you have in your life, rather than cribbing all the time.....
This arrived in my mailbox once...Thought of sharing it out here :))
A woman writes to the IT Technical support Guy
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as NEWS 5..0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and House cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system..
Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5..3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.
What can I do?
First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.
Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme. html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update.
If that application works as designed, Husband1..0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5..
However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5 or Beer 6.1.
Please note that Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.
You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance.
We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.
Good Luck Madam!
I went back to the gym with much aplomb after a prolonged 8 months' absence.. And boy, was I charged up? I was super-charged-up, super-excited, super in the will-get-fit-n-toned-again-no-matter-what mode, super-ready armed with my playlist and my new shoes and outfit and all...
And all was going well....wonderful ab crunches, stretching, weight training, cardio, more of crunches, skipping the rope, cycling, going mad on the stepper, walking and jogging on the treadmill....well, it had all begun to feel a regular part of life..
Of course it was extremely difficult as my body wasnt used to so much of exercise for the past so many months...But I could feel the difference and I knew I would do it again....
And then it happened, what I hadn't planned...What I hadnt thought would happen !!!
The trainer, that one guy whose shouts and threats would make me continue my abs instead of fainting mid-way, whose warning made me complete the cycling instead of stopping in between and ogling at Hrithik on the screen....well, he was a good task master and the results were showing.
And then he disappeared...Yes my friends, he has been missing since the last 2 weeks !! And I cant tell you all how heart-broken I am... I dont have his number and I dont have the strength or the will-power to continue all that crunching and running without constant threats....And hence my regular and happy gym-phase is on the hold... Of course I do go still and continue with as much as I can...
But nothing can be as wonderful as those days when I was huffing and puffing on the treadmill or the stepper....
Trainer, oh my trainer... where art thou ???!!! boo hoo hoo.....