Tuesday, December 21, 2004

of movies, bodies and marriage bells

I was reminded by a friend that it’s more than a week I posted something. I have not run sort of ideas. It’s the other way round. Ideas, await being penned to see their chrysalis happen. I regret not being able to give them life. I regret not reading my favourite blogs more than posting them. Life is going full throttle. Watched Roman holiday, Veer Zaara, Hulchul, Aitraz, Lakshya, Kyun Hogaya Na and liked them in that order. Audrey Hepburn made her debut with Roman Holiday. She is extremely beautiful and talented and belongs to the era where beauty meant very thin waist. Thank God, the concept has changed and the Bips, J Los’ of today and their ilk has made ‘bootylicious’ body in vogue. (It’s a different thing that I hate both the babes) How much can you starve afterall? I can’t. Not even a meal.

Marriage bells are ringing for some very dear people. Che Romila , a person more than a sis and a friend to me is tying the knot on my B’day, the 3rd of January (there, I said it. Don’t forget to wish me else, I remind again :-) )

My college-mates Arti and Shalini, both daughters of defence personnels are tying the knot too. For Arti, it’s arranged and now she told its love. According to her parents the ultimate man is one who is in the Defence. Opinions!

I am very glad for Shalini. She is a Brahman from U.P and he is from Mangalore, a typical non-veggie. After almost 7 years, their parents gave their blessings to go ahead. An alchemy of two different regions, beliefs, rituals, food habits. Commitment!

Hold on to your love sweeties. I feel one should marry not with the hope but with the conviction that one would be loved and cherished and never say ‘never’ to love and happiness.

Oh! How would it be to marry the person you want to marry?

Monday, December 13, 2004

utterly batterly delirious

Sa….a… Re .. e ..e.. e…Ga…a.. a.. Ma…a ..a….Pa…a a a ...
Saturday, at midnight this is what I did squeaking and squawking my vocal cords to brave the chill nip in the air coming back from “Bridget Jones’ Diary (II) “ , a movie which I was on pins and needles to watch. So, here I am talking about my hidden talent. I am a very good singer. It’s just that nobody knows it. The secret of my melodious voice, if I have to put it simple is that I watch late night movies and do the riyaaz while coming back on the roads of Bangalore. Nightingale !

On Sunday, I was at J’s place. Broom and brush, the brother sister duo did their pre-christmas cleaning. I gave them moral support by playing music and not interfering. Made myself comfortable in the kitchen. Prepared utterly batterly delirious khichdi. You can see from my post, the after effects of the khichdi. Some brothers ate it and now, they are delirious in public claiming “it’s my rice”, “it’s my dal”. How do you separate the two when the khichdi is already done?

Talking about the movie, the first was better according to me. Renee was still cute, fat and round. She concluded, “it’s possible to find happiness” Umm, it is definitely possible.

An sms that i got as a forward :

IIT: Islamic Institute of Terrorism.
JEE: Jehadic Entrance Exam
IIM: Institute of infiltration Management
CAT: Career in Alqueda and Taliban
IAS: Iraq After Saddam
Mtech: Masters in Terror Techno
GATE: General Aptitude in Terror and Extrimism.”

Peace be with you!

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

She, Innocent Divorcee

A calculator in hand, she collected all the bills and added 13 Rs. for the batteries, 50 Rs. for the flowers, 35 for the baloons… I was irritated. In the general body meeting, she went about questioning the people who had taken responsibility of the finance for the Christmas Celebration. I was not involved in anything. I had just performed a dance and was least interested in who has taken what or who has cheated if anybody had done too. All of us had contributed and I was appalled to see her doing it with such ferocity as if the money went from her pocket.
I came to know later from somebody what made her what she was and why she was interested in digging the truth and perhaps some hostel mate’s grave.

It seems she was married to somebody a few years back. The guy fought with her brothers over dowry. Somehow everything was sorted out and she was married to him. After the marriage that night, he announced he had married her just to insult her brothers and relatives and to take revenge on them. Don’t know if he had lusted too but she had walked out the same night from his house.

Glad atleast her family supported her in this case. She left her town and was working in Bangalore. We have seen it in movies. Prem Chopra acting the part in style but it does surprise me no end to know that there are breathing living people like that. She only knows what she has gone through to come away from home or to wait for another 6 years to get the right guy, as the term "Innocent divorcee" often triggers some other thoughts in our society. I had laughed too, reading this term in some matrimonial columns and asked my friends why are all divorcees innocent? Haven’t you ever done it? Not because you feel they are second class citizens or you are biased against them.
She is married now happily to someone much more deserving and I am happy for her.
Events like this challenge your belief in the goodness of people and human bondings but every individual finds the strength to rise up in times of crisis from within. Heroes are in us and I feel we should still belief in people for our own good. It’s about the choices we make that separates the good from the (d)evil.
Even Hitler was born a child.

Friday, December 03, 2004

"why can't a woman be more like a man?"

Loved this song from “My Fair Lady” Liked all the songs in this movie. “With a little bit of luck” is damn funny.

What in all of heaven could've promted her to go,
After such a triumph as the ball?
What could've depressed her;
What could've possessed her?
I cannot understand the wretch at all.

Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and infuriating hags!
[To Pickering]
Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a man?
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historic'ly fair;
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;
Whenever you are with them, you're always at ease.
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
Of course not!
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
Well, why can't a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman take after like a man?
Cause men are so friendly, good natured and kind.
A better companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?
Of course not!
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
Well, why can't a woman be like us?
[To Mrs. Pearce]
Mrs. Pearce, you're a woman...
Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps.
Ready to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?"

Wednesday, December 01, 2004

what I did last weekend

Before another weekend winks and goes, let me talk about what I did over the weekend. After dance, J, me and K went for the movie, "13 and going on 30". J enjoyed for reasons best known to her.

It's one time watchable. Liked the fact that the lady in lead finds herself as a thirty year old and working for a magazine. Media has always attracted me. I have tried writing for some very famous magazines but the very few times I have tried, they have never been selected:-( . She finds herself seen as a snob by people around her.
It's about getting a chance to go to the future and then back in time and save what you still have.

Went bowling after the movie and I really pondered, What if the ball remains behind and I go rolling instead? The first three attempts went down the drain. By the fourth, one of the staffs came up and showed me how to hold the ball and throw. Even J started performing. Many times I failed but, I remember the only time I managed to down all the pins. We call the targets, 'pins' right? If it's wrong somebody correct me. Yeah! my day rather my night was made.

Then, we went hogging ice creams in 'Corner House' and came back triples in Kevin's bike avoiding the main road, traffic police and singing "Anda Anda Anda" from "Zodi No.1"

Watched "Dance with me" on sunday. What legs! what dances and what moves! There was one song which we also dance in the class. Was really happy to see that.

So, folks I am having the time of my life. touch wood! rosewood! teakwood!
(please don't give up on me. I'll try to post at least two times a week. )