Random Thoughts

The title itself is a simple, bold statement. Though it promises nothing, except simplicity, it left an impression on me. Lovely film and a must watch for one and all. I do not affirm the movie, but the taking was terrific and strong too. That a common man can make a difference to this society, that a common man is the very bolt of this society and that the common man’s revolt is not uncommon and that very common man can make a world a better place to live. That is the story. Thrilling and action packed; a slap on the face of people who make the society a quagmire. Left me speechless and waiting to gather the after-thoughts on the movie. Should one take action into one’s own hands? Sometimes, process can be devastating and sometimes a little too late in doing justice to the actions. But that very process saves many a headache in future. This movie is about an angry citizen, who wants to give an answer to the anger held in him. His answer to the outrageous acts of the people who make th...

Love, the highest form of compassion one can achieve. Have been reading blogs lately, and my friend has inspired me in many ways to put into words those feelings that I have, but failed to ever pen down. For one, once I start on, it goes on to speak about ideals and such, which are not really what I want to write. Ever been in a state where you feel the bliss of the first drop of rain on sand? And ever been in a state where you feel the heat of the first rain drop on a desert? Love has the power of making you feel both. You are in ecstasy in one moment and you are in a pit the other. But, the beauty of it all is that you don't realize how very much you appreciate the sadness and grief until you fall in love. And the definitions of pain, hurt, and despair all seem to be suddenly different and somehow philosophical. Like Ayn Rand said, I cannot share you with the people in this world. But in order to appreciate you fully, I should not care a damn about the very people. That is the be...

Gloomy day! It is cloudy and all I can think of is a blanket and a bed. Wonder how people work in a temperature like this, when one wants to go into a dream land, where miracles happen. I love reading folklore and fairy tales. I love imagining myself to be a character in that and love going into a dreamland, experiencing the stories. The natures, the climate, the houses, the food, the walks, the people, all are somehow, filled with innocence that seems to be void these days. Did you ever imagine yourself to be a Cinderella or a Snow White? Did you ever imagine a prince charming out there somewhere, the knight in the shining armour, branded for you? Did you ever imagine yourself to be a goblet, alien and disgusting to turn into a beautiful prince charming? Did you ever imagine communicating with squirrels, rabbits, deer or flowers? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to do that? Imagination is a powerful weapon. Imagining yourself to be a winner, makes you focus your energies on bec...

Now shadows grow longer, and there's so much more yet to be told But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town And I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground He was more than just a batsman, he's something like a tide More than just one man, he was half the bloody side Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide In the palm of his hands; in the palm of his hands That’s Bradman’s song. Sir Don Bradman…. Was reading anecdotes about him and was reading a few memories from all corners of the world. Few gave me goose bumps and few made me feel human. Wonder why we can never produce a sport star like that. With records to prove his brilliance and no words necessary to describe them. We have many greats, be it cricket or be it other sports, but none have the consistency of this wonderful man and it makes me really sad, that a country the size of India and having a population ...

Sometimes, it happens that one’s best is just not enough. That is when you are hit with a wave of nausea and panic. All of a sudden, you want life to be organized and disciplined. You want to make the most of the opportunity because you suddenly realize that you are just drifting and that you need to be focused. Sometimes, you hopelessly fall into a pit of depression and self-pity or it could be hatred for self and that many cannot understand what is wrong and why all of a sudden one has this leaden weight in their heart and conscience. A lot of times, we give in to our whims, only to realise that it was not a best choice. As humans, we err and we make mistakes. Learning from them is important. But then, there is this piece of conscience that keeps popping up. One can forgive anyone and everyone, but not one self. True, one cannot forgive oneself. But then, the question is that, is the blame worth it or no? Life, by all means can never be easy, especially for people who regard them...

Starry night, with absolute stillness around. Quite peace and unbearable silence. Why? Suddenly, the thought struck, you are alone… Suddenly, the entire meaning of the moments stillness changes to something magnanimous… the undefined and suspended chunk of time, becomes a treasure, soon diminishing, with a rapid speed, now that you realise, it is all yours… Thoughts rush through to you and all of a sudden, you want someone to share these… contemplate on a call and then, a lethargic sigh and you are on your own… So, what do you do? Look around the room, to see if there is anything that can be used for destroying this peace… idiot box… wow, there it is!!! ON! OK, now that it is on, what is it? Why is time not passing? Oh, uninterested in it. A tiny voice pops in to say, hello, I am here, talk to me… I respect my inner voice and painfully allow it to torture me with its thoughts… Future… no, I have no interest to think about the copious and tumultuous opportunities… Life… NO… I am content...

Was that a sport? Man O Man, Rafael Nadal won the Wimbledon , only because he was persistent. Federer, the great, the unconquered master of the grass court, would not have felt intimidated at the loss. Surely, reaching the heights he has reached, he would have understood that the sport is all about the victory for the game and the thrill of the journey towards the destiny and if that is so, he would have thoroughly enjoyed the blistering four and half hour display of enthralling tennis. I, for one, prayed, cursed, laughed and finally just gave up and enjoyed the match in its complete glory. Every time the match was close to completion, it came bang on. Just when Federer seemed to have realized what was happening, did the match get exciting and painfully entertaining. Nadal, if lost, would never have dared to touch his racquet again, especially after winning the first two sets.. But knowing Federer, the great man he is, one cannot relax and that is exactly what happened. Nadal, kept...