Thursday 17 December 2015

These two nights that passed , I dedicated to discovering the movies that I had never watched but had heard of. I am sure many jaws might drop at the names of the films and many might shot a glance with sheer surprise and utter "How?" 
Well, I say what they always say "It is never too late!!"

So I have declared this week as a Movie Week. I am going to watch movies all these nights. The first movie in the series was Mira Nair's Monsoon Wedding. I must have been in school. Wait, let me check when did it release. Yes, that was in 2001, when I was in my tenth standard. I lived in a very small town where we had all the infrastructure that anyone could expect in a city, but we did not have the luxury of watching films in a theatre. Not because there wasn't any. There was one which played older movies, as at that time it was not so quick to get hold of these recent releases. Well, during the casting I was surprised by the name of Randeep Hooda. And boy he looked to cute and hot in teh film. He has copied an NRI's accent so well. I got reminded of his French accent which he has successfully tried in his recent release Main Aur Charles. The movie is engaging. I love Naseeruddin Shah . Who doesn't? He is such a natural actor. In fact all the actors have done their parts pretty well. 

The next one i watched yesterday was Saaransh. I had to see this. It was their in my list since long. I knew that it was Anupam Kher's debut film. Though he is so young in reality , he plays the role of an old man. The make up does support but his youthful face doesn't. But that doesn't come in his way of acting at all. To be able to play any age or any character, that is why we call them actors. So, the story strikes a chord. For me it was too much emotionally charged. No less than six times , I am sure, I cried during the film. And it was not just tears rolling down my cheeks but I think I wanted to cry as  it felt that his grief were mine too. That was a little strange to see myself crying so much. 

As I watched the film on Youtube and the auto play was on, the next film that began playing was Mr. & Mrs. Iyer starring Konkona Sen and Rahul Bose. I like both of them as actors but have to admit Konkona leads if I need to compare both of them together. Mrs Iyer has a perfect Tamil accent. I quite enjoyed listening to her call out her son's name, Santhanam. I can pronounce it well myself. But how do I write it in Tamil pronunciation???

And Today I watched Arth, again a Mahesh Bhatt film as Saaransh. Its songs are quite famous. I knew them but had no inkling that they belonged to this film. I must admit Jagjit Singh has beautifully composed the poems written by Kaifi Azmi.  What I liked about the film is that in the end Shabana Azmi is not dependent on any man. She doesn't need one to carve out her own identity. She is an individual. And ofcourse Raj Kiran plays the role of a sensible man who supports the idea of her being her and not being subservient to a male connection. Made in 1982, the theme is so contemporary . And we are here still struggling with the same questions !!! 

Saturday 12 December 2015

So, the day is almost over, but it feels good to look back at it. Why? Okay !!! So the other day, one of my friends cum colleague at my University asked me to accompany her in a Polo match which was one of her dreams. I instantly said yes. That was a week ago. Now today was the day when we actually went to the Polo Ground to watch and witness our very first Polo match. 

It was organised as British Polo Day. Mostly the Polo matches are held in Jodhpur but this time round it was here in Jaipur. When I was in Delhi, I would always see pictures of Polo matches in the entertainment segment of the newspaper. I remember once my sister had expressed a similar desire to watch a Polo match. But unfortunately, never ever in Delhi, I got an opportunity to attend one.

Now coming to the match. I would say I know nothing about Polo. Ofcourse there are two teams playing to outdo the other in scoring the goals. I saw some brilliant piece of sports. It was really getting exciting when the opposite team would head to make a goal. Sometimes it was a goal, sometimes it was just a bit or a little too wide.. But simply amazing. I liked the way the Jaipur Polo team's Abhimanyu Pathak played. 

Now I think, I would love to see more matches of Polo, if I get an opportunity. Well, to talk about one of my favourite sports, in Delhi, there is an event of Tennis going on. Today was the concluding day of the IPTL which started on the 10th of December. I would have loved to see some great players, international ones whom I have always watched on television. Now that is one of my dreams : to watch players like Nadal or Federer or others play live. It will be so much fun. I already feel the excitement level rising high just by the thought of it.

Okay getting back to the day, I cannot believe , we missed our lunch to watch this Polo match. So when it got over, certainly our stomachs gave us signals of being empty. We went to a place called Tapri and had food to our contentment. Oh how wonderfully delicious the food was!!

We came back all frozen in the cold. Winter has come, that I got to know today. And now another very interesting thing I did was to gift a book to a complete stranger. One of my friends put a message of sending a book to someone and receiving six instead. That is an idea enough to trigger my zeal.. So as a rule I copy pasted it too. so lets see if i receive my books, my Christmas or my new year gifts I shall consider them. 

And just a little thing to add. I realized that I do not think too much in such kind of projects (lets call it a book project), I found a person, who started asking about the price, what kind of books and all that stuff which never came to my mind, and it would have never come. I am happy to have gifted somebody a book. Yayy!!!


Friday 11 December 2015

Different strings of thoughts
remain in the head.
Which one to hold on to,
which one to shed?

A state of dilemma
is what it spreads,
"O' Wandering mind,
FOCUS, instead."

"Teach me then the art
of what you just said,
To that path of clarity,
let me be led."

 The last time, in a very long time,  I was filled with awe,  was when I witnessed pure joy. The innocent cry  of a four years old  calling ...