A movie called Apur Panchali released and the trailer at 2 states told me it had scenes from the trilogy. I am not too proud to admit that I have only watched and read Pather Panchali. Read, because it was a part of our class V syllabus and watched because I wanted how the book has been painted. Now, before watching Apur Panchali, I wanted to watch ‘Aparajito’ and ‘Apur Sansar’. I did not bother reading the books because the death of Durga had taken my interest away already with the first book.

So yesterday, when I was utterly bored, I started to watch Aparajito and paused and eventually got a little bored at the speed and closed VLC after about 20minutes. Also since I had not read the book, I was finding it difficult to concentrate.

The reason why I write this is because a small scene really made me think and over think. There was a scene when ‘Sharbojaya’ declares that there is milk for the husband as well in the ‘chhoto baati’ (small bowl). Now, everyone who knows about ‘Apu’ and ‘Durga’ are aware of their financial status. ‘Horihor’, the husband had happy eyes that he too, other than his ‘khoka’ (the son) will get milk every day. He enters the small kitchen, finds his bowl of milk and relishes it with a ‘bah’. All that was alright. Now, the catch. After he finishes his bowl, he goes to tap that his wife was using to wash the dishes. He takes the same water that was used for dish washing from the tap into his bowl, and drinks that water. Because? He wanted to waste not even the last bit of the milk that was his luxury food. And he was not one bit unhappy. Apu was the usual us though.

That is it. Ei gorome r lekha jabena. Interpret  and over think if you have the time and heart. 

‘Abandon the boat’

 The weatherman said,

‘There is a storm in the sea’

‘Take only what you need

 Let the useless things be’

- Abhishikta

ओ चाँदनिया तो बरसे फिर क्यों मेरे हाथ अँधेरे लगदे ने

I write this with ‘Mast Magan’ on loop!

What an amazing movie. Although a scene by scene copy from the book but, what a movie!
No, not an Oscar material. A lot of keblami, a lot of over acting and a LOT of good clothes! But I loved the movie.

I had started to think that I have attained a stage when I cannot like any movie anymore because honestly, from Gravity to Queen, I found everything okay-ish. And 2 states took my heart away.

Want to judge me on my taste and intellect? I give a flying duck.

Now, 3 scenes!

First, when Krish dashes inside the interview process of Ananya to propose for marriage. Second, when Krish’s mother claps out at the IIM convocation. Third, when Ananya burst out into happy tears at the Orange Mangalsutra ritual.

I am going to remember these 3 scenes for a long long time. And had it not been a hall with people I know by my side, I would have cried buckets. I don't have the heart to explain why. Let me keep it to myself for a change. But, THESE scenes!

It is always about priorities. Always. It is always about someone else. Always. It just depends on which part of the coin you play and which part of the coin you get. And how much effort or no effort things need. Perception. A dangerous thing. I don’t even know why I am writing this. I just am very happy and sad at the movie. KJo! *biggest hug*

P.S. I LOT of melodrama. Watch at you own risk.

Oh THIS song!

RANVIJAY! *_*

I have been continuously hearing how marriage spoils it all and how it is burden to the fairer sex (taking the term literally and not figuratively). Somewhere deep down inside I had started to consider the old self as old and too desperate to find someone for the bills and small and a burden. But then THESE!

                                                                                                                               

LOOK how happy and proud he looks!
Not even a subtle hint of regret.
Ah Ranvijay! The hero of my growing up years. I have never been in love with him but I have hardly admired any man more. He is smart, handsome, protective, athletic, down to earth, humble, kind, rides bikes like silk, dances like a lunatic, respects women, talks sense and I can just go on and on.

Not that I know him personally with his many flaws and I definitely don't think the ghar ki murgi is dal barabar but RANVIJAY! I don't know if age did that happy thing to him or the girl, the pictures just made me insanely happy and jealous of all the happiness that I see in them.

Good Luck!

If You'd Only Let It Be

There are times when you want to write and write more and you have so much to write about but you just can’t.
There are times when you just want to hold on and you have so much to hold on to but you just can’t.

This is one of THOSE times and no I am not inviting sympathy, empathy or pity from anyone in any form. Sometimes I do miss school. I am sure everyone does. We would just wake up on summer mornings hoping for the small mangoes to fall off everywhere on the grounds after a ‘Kalboishakhi’ night. Being in bus no 16, we were mostly the second set of bus students to reach school; the first were always bus no 14 people. Those silly little competitions of gathering the maximum number of mangoes and not gathering enough certainly was the ONLY disappointment I had in those times of fairytale living.

Yesterday I had a chitchat with Papu regarding all the possible problems of this age and he made one small comment, ‘Sukhe rakhi bhalo rakhi bhablei mushkil’, regarding a significant someone. Do we all think the same? DO we really feel the need and want to keep someone happy rather than our self selves? Maybe Yes. Maybe Not. Or maybe in the process of trying to make/keep someone happy we overdo things that make them just sad. Do we care? About anyone by ourselves? In this case?

One thing that I have noticed is that my post these days totally loses the track I start writing them on.

 Maa always told me being an obligation to someone is the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone. The worst thing? When you just know that you are. They invented a term worse than the worst? It is when you become a pain in the A place (YES I am too pretentious the B word) to someone you wanted to give the world to.

There are days when you just would want to run away. Although I found the much loved and critically acclaimed ‘Into the Wild’ the most depressing movie EVER! I would just live to do that once. Just to check if anyone at all cares enough. Other than Maa of course. And then I would just change how the movie ended, walk back alive through the pretty sunset to you if you like. Or not if you don’t. I did talk about obligations.

It was a mad hectic day and this post shows! When I become old, I would surely be embarrassed to even mention about my blog to my grandchildren, the possibility of which is again bleak. Bleh! Listen to Lobo instead 

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