Part-y

The little things you do for me
and nobody else makes me feel good...
The little things you do for me...
making me smile and no one else could...
Thats why I like to sit next to you
and listen to your mad stories...
I know they are not true
and I like that we share a secret or two together...

You are being very badly missed dear...
You've gone so far, your voice i can hardly hear...
The day you went away, we cried aloud, you and I...
Its been so long but I still wonder, why did we part.. Y?

Dedicated to the charm of our love, the charm that once was....

Sparsh

Mujhe bhi andhaa ban na hai

Sparsh (the touch)
A beautiful story of love, ego, consuming insecurities, misunderstood intentions, relationships... its the story of an institution for the blind and the lives glued to it.
Sparsh, one simple caring touch, can so beautifully change one's life and the whole perception of it, enlightening the world around, simply by adding warmth and care to the relationships.

Kavita (recently widowed) and Anirudh (principal of the special school) both dwell in their own world of darkness, one by closing herself to the world and drowning herself in the misery of her lost one, and another, who though very self-reliant and independent, by being consumed in self pity. Anirudh is very much drawn to Kavita, but his ego and his doubts don't let him see the love (which he mistakes to be pity) she develops for him as time moves on. It takes both of them a while to discover each other (and themselves) finally helping themselves step out of darkness and restarting their lives in a new light.

Little stories (touching upon "friendship") that revolve around this main line also have a major say in the story. In the middle of the movie, the relationship between two kids (friends actually, one of whom is "normal") slowly gets strained because of the advantages (extra care and love) that come with impairment. This is when the "normal" little kid says "main bhi andhaa ban na chahta hoon", when he feels that his is friend getting more attention and is being taken care of more, by Kavita aunty/ma'am (who he adores) and him being neglected. The word "normal" really loses its meaning. Even though this little guy has sight, he is ready to let go of that to be a part of that school, to be treated as one of those kids, to be loved and given attention to, by Kavita aunty. He just doesnt want to be an "outsider". Kavita also faces such situations where she is given an impression (by Anirudh) of being an "outsider" who couldnt understand the problems "they" undergo. Friendship again intrudes. Its this friendship between Kavita and her friend Manju, that ultimately helps Anirudh to forget that she is an "outsider", realise that he is loved for what he is, and to get back to his love.

A beauiful movie, must watch.

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High School Drama

Girl: I'm always here for you
Boy: I know
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like her so much
Girl: Talk to her
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me
Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing.
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell.
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say
Girl: Tell her how much you like her
Boy: I tell her that daily.
Girl: what do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me
Boy: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Oh some boy
Boy: Oh... she won't like me either.
Girl: She does
Boy: How do you know..
Girl: Because, who wouldn't like you?
Boy: You
Girl: You're wrong, I love you
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy: I just did.

PS: Not my story!

Godavari

Oh! Its a beautiful river. I still remember when we used to go to Tuni on Swarnajayanti/Rajdhani Express (don't really remember), the train used to go via Rajahmundy crossing the magnificent river. Huge river, which never ceased to awe me, and still catches my attention if someone talks about it. I remember, how my mom used to point towards the river and we used to gaze at for so long, till it used to be in our range of vision. My mom used to tell stories of her childhood, how she, along with her friends used to jump off a bridge while coming back home from school (she spent her childhood in MP) and how this particular river reminded her of her childhood days, reminded her, of that bridge. When asked if she never got injured jumping from such a huge height, she used to explain that the sand used to be very soft that it never hurt her and also, the height wasn't that great. She is always so full of beautiful stories! Sometimes I wonder, how different my mom's life had been at my age, and how different it still is. She's such a wonderful lady, so full of life, she awes me so so much (though I would never accept it in front of her, and would never even show her how much she inspires me. Its a different thing that our ideas don't match and we end up arguing most of the time). This bridge story of hers always makes me imagine her really doing that, and I guess, it's sort of funny imagining that situation, nevertheless , it really must have been a great experience for her. And oh, Godavari. Such a beautiful river.

I've never been a romantic person, but I still liked this movie: "Godavari".
Perhaps because, the river has been very beautifully captured, or maybe cuz I miss travelling in a train, or maybe cuz I liked the way the protagonists developed a liking for each other as they journeyed through the river, exploring each other's interests, getting into long talks and discovering themselves in each other's company. Or maybe because it was nothing of a "love at first sight" sort of thing. The strange thing is that, I had watched this movie about an year back, with Hemalathaa, and sadly, that time, I felt nothing. And this time, yesterday, when i watched it for hardly 45 mins, I liked it. I liked both the characters, the ferry, their contrasting nature, everything! Oh yeah, not only the central characters, everyone in the movie had an awesome role to play.

Nice movie. People into Romantic genre will like it.

Rainbow

She was wearing a black dress. I saw her from my balcony. It was raining outside... very slightly... maybe it couldn't even be called a drizzle. The sound of wind passing through the leaves, the raindrops just wetting the evening road, made the atmosphere lively...

Tak tak tak tak
...the frequency of the "taks" increased as she ran. And slowly, the sound subsided. She was far away.

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... is beautiful.

The little girl in black now was nowhere in sight. My ears searched for a sound resembling a "tak", but in vain. The rain ceased. Everything was still, lifeless. Silence reined. Maybe it was the deadening silence that made me have an insane desire of having a look at that girl... the girl in black. The thought was too tempting, to break the silence, somehow. No... to the break the silence by the "taks"... only... by the black dress only...

Tak tak tak tak

She came back... running... and clutching a colorful rainbow umbrella in her hand. I was still in my balcony and made an attempt to look at her face, my eyes made rapid movements to satisfy my unfathomable desire. I wished that she would lift her head so that i can see her, the girl in black, and lift, did she. And i saw, her umbrella... almost covering the black (dress)...

Black barely visible under the cover of Rainbow... beautiful!

Love

Insomnia + Unemployment is a deadly combination for unintended thoughts to invade one's mind!

Oh, did I mention that its 1 am, i am not sleepy and am totally jobless?!

Of late, I've been reading a lot [Blogs to be more specific] and what strikes me, is, how alike are the topics that go around in peoples' mind yet how different their perspective is, of looking at those very things. But naah! I dont want to think about that [maybe some other day] because that's not what i was thinking and i cant even recall why i wrote this particular paragraph!

Love

This is one word that demands respect, because I dont know what it means. And anything inexplicable, is to some extent, incomprehensible [that's why maybe its inexplicable?]

People often talk of love...

[sadly i never felt like taking part in any of those conversations, it always seemed such a waste of time, but now it makes me wonder...]

...talk of falling in love, of falling out of love, of a difference existing between puppy love (crushes) and true love... but they always seem to exclude parental/sibling/friendship love from their conversations... so when asked what about them, they go like 'arey, unki baat alag hai' [Translation: "Oh! that's a different issue].

[Okay, i may not be giving in my viewpoints when such a conversation pops up, but i cant shut my ears! Can I? Btw, its always fun to be an observer. Observers always get to witness the maximum fun! And its fun!]

Maybe the way a person comprehends love is not always the same as another person does. Love for a person [as told in the movies and a few of my friends seem to agree with that defination] might mean 'getting smitten by one's charms, or getting totally swept of one's feet' where 'charms' most of time means 'personality' which in many cases means 'the way one carries himself' which most of time means 'looks'! Its funny though, getting attracted to a person just because he/she looks good is like getting into a deep ditch voluntarily [you hardly know that person dude! He/she might be an anti-you when its comes to your opinion or whatever!]. Appearences maybe important to some extent [i.e if one doesnt want ugly kid(s)] but that being the sole reason of falling in love?! Okay, one may say that its impossible to know and understand a person in just one meeting and best way to judge him/her is by the impact he/she makes on you during that encounter. Here again, impact = charms!

For me, one time encounters are useless! They tell nothing [really have had experiences where seemingly intelligent people turned out to be drum-beaters and seemingly dumb and not so good looking people have 'smitten' me by their intelligence! Btw, if this gives an impression that i've ever fallen in love, then sorry to disappoint whosoever is reading this post [if any at all!] No, i never fell in Love, i dont know why but i still think its crap]. If you really want yourself to be swept off your feet, get acquainted dude, spend more time with him/her, I cant understand why one would want to be hit by a thundbolt in just one meeting?

Since, I've had no experience of being in love except for in my home [Parental/Sibling love] and college [Friendship], Love for me means :>>
being comfortable in their company and them also being the same, trying to understand them as they understand themselves and be tolerant enough to not question that, having the courage to leave them alone when they really want to be alone, having the guts to be cent percent truthful [no pretensions]... ie being compatible!

I cant think of any person with whom i'd want to be 'compatible' for now, so am happy having my own current list of 'People I admire'! I've given up using the word - 'Crush' cuz am now using - 'Admire' word in place of that! [for its very safe and crushes are after all admiration of some sort!] :D

Shruti

PS: Its 2 am now, sure took a lot of time write this teeny post! Btw, seems that i am blogging a lot!

This is where I long to be...

Oh! This song "La isla bonita" always takes me back to Goa.

What a place! Its really so hard to not fall in love with goa.
"Japanese Gardens"! What a beach.. Can i ever forget that rock where i sat, watching the sun touch the horizon, the blue waters glistering in the evening sky? Can i ever see nething as beautiful as the waves hitting the rocks.. turning into foam and dissolving into oblivion? Can i ever forget the feeling of the wet sand sinking under my feet and the waves washing away the remnants of the impressions created? Can i ever forget the ride we took to reach there (Only myself and disha were there in the whole bus, along with another passenger who helped us with the directions)? Can I ever forget the cool breeze moistening our enthu, never lettin it go dry? Can i ever forget, the same cool breeze splashing itself on our faces, making us feel the power of nature?

"Sinquerim Beach"! Oh.. What a place.. Can I ever forget the muddy path leading to the fort, onlooking the sea? Can i ever forget the powerful wind reorienting our hair and flapping against my skirt? Can i ever forget the wet splashes of salty water making us smile and infusing enthu in us? Can i ever forget that lovely foreigner couple (who seemed pretty old agewise) enjoying the view of the sea? Can i ever forget the wild dance of the waves over the huge rocks.. jumping high.. creating a foamy pool in the rocky voids and yet again retreating back into the sea? Can i ever forget the music of the roaring sea, so very much crisp and fresh?

Can i ever.. ever in my life, forget the whole 2 months experience?

During those two months, We: myself and disha, went to Mumbai for 2 days, just to break the monotony that was born out of a predetermined routine. The bus took off at around 6 pm. It was a 14 hrs bus journey. but wow! what a journey! It was almost night when the bus bid adieu to goa, so it was pointless seeing outside as everything was pitch-dark. And now.. here comes my insomniac tendency! I woke up at 5 am, disha was sleeping, and wow! It felt like heaven! It had rained the previous night and so everything was looking so fresh and green. oh wow! Oh god! It was soo beautiful outside. Dint feel like taking my eyes off this abundance of beauty. The bus reached 'navi mumbai' at around 6 am. Our destination was 'Malabar Hills' (I dont know where it is, apart from this info: Its somewhere in/close to Central Mumbai). Rakshit, Disha's brother came to pick us up. The place where we were staying (in disha's mama's house) was sea facing and it was sooo pretty! We got a full view of the beautiful Arabian sea out through the window of the room, which we (Disha n me) were given.

There was a big chest like thing placed by that window, which became my favorite spot for full 1 night and the succeeding morning. It felt soo great starin at the sea for hours long.. thinkin nothing and staring at the sea. It was a real beauty..
Again woke up at around 5 in the morning and sat on that chest. There was this delta shaped rock which made the breaking waves take different directions when they came close to it. It was so great to see the waves coming from different directions yet eventually merging into a single entity and goin back to the sea. Slowly the dawn broke into mumbai and disha woke up. "Tum bahar kya dekhti rehti ho?". I wish *------* It was around 7 am or 8 am and that delta shaped rock had completely disappered into the sea, as if it never existed! The water level had risen and I got up to take bath...

Mumbai! Night never manages to creep in even at night. Its such a lively bustling place! Even at 11 pm (after our visit to an ex-BITS phy. prof's home in mumbai), the night dint seem to set in. Light drizzle had started to set in, at the bus stop and Rakshit told us to look above at the sky. Wow! The tiny droplets looked soo pretty when they made way to land on our faces. It was the prettiest thing (apart from sea viewing) that i experienced all through the stay in mumbai...

* I guess, its high time that I start studying for OT now! Enough of swimming in the past! :)

EDIT: I think that i kind of like this font better.

--Shruti