Perspectives and perceptions

Through the reticulate grill, a world of sorrow, pain and grief we can see, full of decaying waste and unclean waters, that feed the spurts of vegetation around, in spite of this repugnating sight, i see a child prancing about, in the barest of clothes, he's happy and gay, and you learn about the simple world out there that is there to see, a commute of thirty minutes, can transform your perceptions, teach you in a way no one ever could, for all through the lives of the million that you may see, you see the hurt, the denial and the disdain in them, but amidst all that are the more pleasing sounds, like those of laughter, cheer and soulful memories, which is why you can't move around, simply thinking that, that is all to thee...

For the past 2 months, I've been religiously going for my dance classes twice a week and I've never felt any better than this, and to what can i attribute this feeling to? Is is the effort that makes me dance better, is it my passion that culminates into a graceful art form or is it just an expression of my emotions through my body? Most of the times, when i'm sitting still i begin to rhythmically move my feet in tandem with the beats and not surprisingly after weeks of training they're all in sync! the beauty of dance is in fact in the way it makes you feel, once you get past the preliminary stage where you're forever staring at either your or your instructor's feet and you begin to feel the flow of your body like that of a river flowing inside you, all those beats then sound like rhythms and all those words become a symphony...

There's a soft breeze blowing in the air, the leaves are rustling in answer to her call, the birds are chirping in an harmonious form, the serenity that you feel rising inside, the way your heart wants to reach up to the sky, is just the way we answer the call from nature, No matter the pent up fury of her wrath, which we have to face up and accept, the propensity of her winds, waters and sand, amaze, frighten and show us all, in the only way that she can, how much we are hurting her! for all the waste that we've left to breed, and the spoils of the sea left afloat, the corals and the reefs that are nowhere, the stumps of the cut trees, bearing the stamp of our cruelties, So, my dear frieds, let's listen to Gaia, Mother Earth and let us give her respite from all our acts, and let us together build a wonderful green earth once again!

I happened to see Cheeni Kum movie recently and i certainly enjoyed it better than Pirates of the Carribean - something something... It's a sarcastic love story of this 64 yr old arrogant chef/owner of the top Indian restaurant in London (Amitabh) who meets a 30 something visitor from India (Tabu) and then falls into love with her and so on. Amitabh and Tabu were amazing, crispy dialogues filled with sarcasm and dark humour, it was enjoyable to see their flirtatious romance! The few elements in the movie that could've been done away with : - Character of "Sexy" played by a 9 yr old Sweeni, who's character is shown to be that of a young girl plagued with cancer, and who happens to be the chef's best friend and neighbour. She just didn't fit anywhere, there was no need for her character. - Paresh Rawal, i felt was wasted in the movie, having had to play the role of the gandhian father-in-law who refuses to accept a person elder to him as his son-in-law and

I've read this book fairly recently and ever since I've been thinking of writing a review, but the truth is you don't just write a review on a book such as the Atlas Shrugged. Nevertheless, i will make an attempt. This book has more or less the same theme that was explored in the Fountainhead, however, there the book revolved around the heroic in one man and his triumph over the society, where as, in this book, they've again explored the heroic in the man although there are many in number all across the country and how their strike against the establishment and society changed economic, social perceptions and how it literally brought the world to a dead-end. The book, exceeded expectations and was far more clean, strong and tall in comparison to the Fountainhead. There were no frivolous characters, and each of the characters was as well etched as Roark had been, simply because even though there was a central protagonist in this book as well, the others had equal depth.

My first poem! (a cross-post from my older blog) Scrounging for topics high and low, At times I sit and stare out of my window, The nature is at its beautiful best, Making life like one big fest, A thousand thoughts flood my mind, So much so I become momentarily blind, It is amidst this chaos that I hear a calling, A calling from an inner voice who wants some reckoning, ‘I’ve been mute for far too long’ she says, It’s time for my constitutional right to be let, So I decided hearing my inner self wouldn’t be that bad, After all I can stand the pain even if it is just a tad, Although she started with stories happy and gay, I realized that the path is becoming grey, The world isn’t just black and white you know, Even through my gladness I could feel the sorrow blow, I don’t know when and I don’t know why, Staring at the clear blue sky, Listening to my inner voice’s cry, Made my eyes moisten and glow, For there was a tear glistening to show….

(This is one of my posts from my first blog, I think it's very apt for the title of this blog..) For those of you who aren't familar with the french language, this story or fable rather is in english known as the cricket and the ant. This was a fable that was told to us when we were young and in school when our connaissance de la vie (the knowledge of life) was very little. I've been learning french at alliance francaise and i have had the best professor, she's an amazing person who has got a lot of knowledge about literature, paintings and culture, and she's also got a very different point of view about things. So, talking about the cricket and the ant, what do you remember? probably the same image that came to my mind when we started with this story.. What we learnt was the while the cricket was busy singing away and whiling away his time in summer, the ant was working hard to collect food for the winter. and then winter comes and the cricket goes to the ant for h