Perspectives and perceptions

Lying cooped up inside the house, Thoughts running in my head, With arguments and words being thrown about, All they want to do is scream and shout, It’s not about what they say per se, It’s about the way they say it, The anger, the frustration, targeted more at themselves, And vented at the other, What makes it so bad, I wonder, The connections, the reasons, the love, How do they all disappear? Or were they never there? It’s more to do with the state of minds, A word-play that no one understands, The contexts that give meaning to the word, Left unsaid in the hope of being understood, False is that hope, For rarely is the unsaid heard, The frustration only mounts, Until it all bursts, Amidst this routine, Stark realizations are found, For it is the things that are not, Which we wish were abound, Each night passes, and a new day begins, They’ve forgotten what happened, And anew they live, The memories that haunt me now, They’ve already moved on, And now I realize, that I too should go o...

Much has been said about the necessity to ban smoking been shown onscreen, the directors are asking for creative liberty and the censor is citing social responsibility as their flag! While i watched LCMD, there was a scene where Rani is having a paan and she spits on the edge of the pond (there are these steps leading to Ganga) and that struck me, was that really necessary? I mean, wouldn't it have been also better to show Konkana chiding or stoping Rani from doing that? Or rather, show another character doing it and have both of them, chastise, get disgusted and ridicule that person! I'm just amazed that people just have no respect for their surroundings, every day goes by and women continue to throw plastic bags of nirmalya into the mahim creek, and every day, it's a war with them... Trying to explain to them to throw it in their backyards, to dispose it off in their gardens instead of the creeks! There is blatant political powerplay involved in the arrangement of festiva...

Just yesterday, on my way back from a day trip to a resort, I was playing Antakshari with my mum and i realised that i was still singing the same songs that i sung when i played with her years ago! Is it because i haven't played antakshari lately that i'm unable to sing any of the new songs, or that the songs aren't singable in the first place! It was agonizing to try and recall songs from new movies, music albums that would match my requirements and i was literally able to only remember "Barso Re" from Guru, and "Piyu Bolo" from Parineeta and "Ankhon ke Sagar" by Fuzon! All the other songs were from DDLJ, and assorted movies way back! This complete lack of singability of new songs is quite unnerving, maybe i should see one of these Antakshari programs to see what they are singing, :) hehe.. i'm sure they too must be stuck on the oldies... They have a beautiful charm to their songs, it's foolish to even compare, "Haal kaisa hai jan...

It's time for another movie review! Just recently I happened to see this movie with my family, and i wasn't disappointed! :) While most of the people are cribbing and being very critical about how the movie is so unreal, and ultra-glamourous, I feel it's a decently made movie. Yes it is glamorous and exaggerated, but then, the film-maker has to make his buck too! :) The plot was simple, a poor family in dire need of money, having no resources, Rani being the elder sister, decides to take things into her hands, she comes to Bombay in search of a job, but owing to no qualifications per se (has done only her 10th) she is shunned away from everywhere. She does a few odd jobs but nothing that would sustain her. In the process encounters this Boss who offers her a job with a condition that she sleep with him for a night, in hope of a better future, she foregoes her present. An interesting scene, when she calls up her mother to inform her about the horrendous truth that she would ...

Under the Deep blue sky, I wondered why is it so high? The acme, the pinnacle, the horizon, the hope, Of something beyond me, making me rise Rise as high as the bird which chirps, I wonder what it sees, feels and if it can smile like me! Flapping its wings, away it flies unto new territories, Growing, moving, freely it transcends all my boundaries Mystical is this nature, Gave me a mind but nevertheless I wish, I had wings or just fins, The mind that imitates and attempts to recreate, the fins by ships and wings by flights, Yet never seems to touch the true heights! In the game of imitation and changing perspectives, It seems like humanity has lost its essence..... A struggle not to be who you are, but what someone else is, An eternal battle that will only lead to self destruction, What is the eternal truth, What is the real meaning of life, What is humanity all about Is this all what the mortals think about? Searching for the light, that brightens up every day, That belief that gets y...

lying in bed thinking of you, silence came up and said "hello, I want peace", said he, and asked me if that's who he could be, I said nothing, just gave him a smile, acknowledging his desire as mine, the power to be, to live, to stay, to love while doing just that; to be, he spent a while and thought aloud, "why isn't there an awkward sound, when does someone feel uneasy, all this while I thought the reason was me, but now I see that it isn't true, for you are who you choose to be, I ain't pushing anyone around, so why should I worry about the crowd?" "merci", said he as he got around, lifted his chin and made no sound, out of his past, he arose, and embraced the now for all it was, and softly hummed the sounds of silence...

The four walls that create a space, engulfing, embracing the souls within, the emotion it takes to personalize, to create lovingly, aesthetically with grace, it is but a reflection of the deepest desires, of the personalities of the lives living within, the colours, textures, joy all emerging because of one singular belief; to live; to be, the light that plays with the cloths, the water that sparkles on the contours, the reflections that just tease you, the echos that the walls throw at you, a game, a spirit, a life, a mood, that space does it all, a personification, a manifestation, it's an expression of your life!