Random Thoughts

A breath of fresh air over the contemporary, stereotypical melodramas of Bollywood. I don’t like watching a movie for two and half hours, but this movie, with its silent tale and enthralling performances allowed me to sit and be lost in the 1970 setting of Darjeeling and Bengal. The second half of the movie was a bit of a drag, but I am not complaining. The songs were beautiful and Ranbir Kapoor as deaf-mute, with his Charlie Chaplin antics played the role with grace and brilliant passion and Priyanka Chopra as an autistic girl gave a laudable performance. Ileana as the Bengali bahu gave a good performance, but she took my breath away with her simplicity in the saree clad attires. For me, the fulfillment of the love between the unlikely prospects in the film, left me with a warm, fuzzy feeling. But above all, Barfi stole my heart. Love does not always come in convenient packages, but, to what extent does one want to go, to enjoy and cherish that love? The little things are what makes t...

Djokovic fought bravely. But Murray created history. They rallied like their life depended on it and played such phenomenal tennis that it took my breath away. As records broke tonight, here in NYC, I watched and rooted for Novak Djokovic. Murray stole the crown, but Djokovic still has my heart. Was that a display of tennis? The stroke play by both the players was awesome and the rallies just blew me away. The clock kept ticking, my patience was waning, yet these guys stood there, in the middle of the court and displayed some gritty combats in the middle, challenging and pushing each other to the hilt. Just when it became one-sided, the other pushed and pushed to create an opening and pounced on the slightest chance. Its so heartening to see such quality of sport, where none would give an inch. That is why I love watching sports. In its chaos, there is discipline that is unnerving. In its victory is a journey that is fascinating. In its heart, one can become a bard of fierce and inspir...

Pitch black! Black and black! There is that glitter, shining and beckoning. I walk towards it, closing one step in one eon, Or so it seemed. I see the flicker and then pop! Dark! Silence reverberates and darkness seizes me. I stop and thrash my hands around. Pitch black! And slowly, there is the slight flicker. I set off again, into the pale white yonder. Slippery soil, this, that which chaffed my feet, Treading on the pebbles, hurting my feet, I see the changing shades, the white, the grey, And the bright yellow sparkle. I close my eyes and see its shadow. Walking in the shadows, I close in, Through the trenches and stenches, To which that called upon its shine. I reach it and peer at it closer, Alas, it’s just a window into the world! I turn and look back, the alluring dark stares back. Hypnotizing and sensual, lustful and charming, it beckons me. I take a step towards it. The chilling cold stops me in my track. I halt and look back, The sparkling yellow ...

Disclaimer: The below thoughts are not intended for any one in particular. The thoughts are what I feel one should uphold. While I am no expert in life, I do form opinions. So the below thoughts are MY opinions on what should be. They are not a biblical research, but a life study of little exposure I have through life. ************************************************************************* I have been thinking, which everyone who read this blog would know, is a very dangerous thing. I was thinking: what would I say, if I have to form a premise for relation, we call love. Everyday, I see friends, family, strangers, all of them wrapped in love and some of them, struggle through it and some of them, just let that be. Below are what I think, I would ask myself, in a relation. I feel it is a continual process and is not done in a day or two or a year. Every day or every few days, one will have to ask themselves these questions, to know and understand what needs to be done. Like all ch...