Flowing like ..... Water

This weekend was spent doing some of the most mundane things. Lazed around, read a magazine, touched on Wodehouse, cleaned up lot of neglected closets, bathed at leisure without even bothering about time. Watched a movie and thought I might just crash. Pretty ordinary, peaceful day till then and yet memorable, in terms of the time I got for myself, quite a change from the ordinary. Must say, the rat race is pretty abhor able.

With world cup finals having started, my sis came up with the proposition of watching ‘Water’ – Deepa Mehta film. I must say, I was a little weary at that time in the night to watch it. But then, had been postponing this particular movie for a while now and the idea to watch a good movie won over my sleep deprivation.

I really don’t wish to do any kind of movie review here, but then it was simply excellent! Strong in its story line, subtle in portrayal of situations with a nice under current to be felt by the viewer accompanied by some very good cast and direction to back up. Water, was straight and hard-hitting. A seven year old little girl is married and then widowed and left in the widow aashram as that is the custom of the times. She is waiting for her mother to come and take her back home. How heart wrenching can that be? The supposed explanation she is given is “When the husband dies, half of the woman dies and hence an aashram is the best place for her”. The girl replies, “But, she is half alive.” Subtle dialogues like these that give this movie a nice touch and set one thinking.

The meanings of the rituals and practices written in the scriptures have been understood as per the convenience of the times and more so as per the convenience of the wealthy people of the times. This is pertinent even now. Just that, this has shifted to politics and politicians make use of religion and manipulate people to fill their pockets. At the end of the day, it’s all about money, honey.

Being the optimist, I hope to see an improvement in the world and more so in the treatment of children around. We, the blogging or say the Inet accessible community, all said and done, is definitely more privileged when compared to millions of others. Isn’t it time, we did something about people around us? The question is part rhetoric too, because going with the milieu it is very easy to follow the crowd.

I think it is time I did something.

To catch an in-depth review of Water, check out Rashmi Bansal’s blog.

Addiction or Indulgence?

My intro happened when I was in class six. The freezing temperatures were the compelling factors for this meet. I was not averse to the idea but then the enthusiasm was also not too high to try out something new. Mom insisted may be you could have biscuits and start to know more. The prospect didn’t seem bad and decided to taste for the very first time what tea was like.

From dipping biscuits to an all time anytime tea – a –holic, I am a self confessed tea freak who lives by the notion that there can never be anything better to drink than this. I mean in any circumstance a cup of tea is always gladly welcome. Lately, I was deprived of this at office cos of certain logistic constraints, in short I didn’t have a cup to drink from the dispenser. Ginger tea or a nice well made home tea tops the charts but then once you are soo addicted it seems imperative to have it in any which way. I don’t compromise much upon it though, coz I went all the searching for the best tea stall even during my Sing stay. My poor friends had to withstand my madness of having it from one particular place only irrespective of whatever the situation.

If there were some Things that I can never live without, I think tea tops it all. I can go all preachy about how it is good for general health and blah blah, but let me stop right here. Dedicating a post to it must have given you enough of an idea what a freak I am.
Well, if you also have such an addiction or rather indulgence do let me know. It’s always nice to know .

Cheers and happy Tindulgence!

PS: This post is also dedicated to one of my amazing tea companion with whom I have shared many a lovely conversations. :-)

SIndulgence

My day begins with a promise to myself that I'll sleep again early during the day. Sadly that is fulfilled late in the night. It's always the case when I think I am going to sleep early tonite and end up really late. The weekends are usually dedicated towards absolute sloth. The one and only thing that lingers on my mind is that this weekend I am going to sleeeeeeppp. Ah! A wish that rarely comes true, coz as one should have it one can hardly sleep when one has all the time to do anything that one wishes. Sleep then, seems absolutely trivial. Can you believe that?? A paradox that I am trying to resolve since the time I took up this godforsaken job.

Anyways, let us return to the most pertinent point of my life... Sleep. My dad, like many, believes that 4-5 hours of deep sleep is sufficient for a person. I know, it sounds blasphemous to many (that includes me too). But, the fact remains its person dependant. Some need just about 4-5 hours and some even 9 hours. Unfortunately, for my poor dad who is a major workaholic and the types who can run for over two days without proper sleep, his daughters love spending time sleeping. Having been part of the supposed hi-tech world for some years now, I have also developed the notion that I can actually make up for the sleep lost over the weekdays during the weekends. Scientifically proven fact remains that this is not true and one cannot cache the sleep this way. But I suppose this is more psychological.

The whole of last week I have felt that I have been deprived of the most important thing in life and also have been working too hard. Secondly, this week I have spent majority of my time just sleeping. Strangely, no amount seems enough. The whole of Friday is spent on a single hope that one can rest rather crash over the weekend. But, somehow this Friday evening my sleep seems to have vanished the moment I stepped out of office. What do you think this is? Am I actually soporific or non-workaholic? Please don’t bother to answer because whatever the answer I cannot accept either of the options. Dukh hota hai yaar… sach ko aise jhel pana ;-)

All said and done.. this blog is for one of my fondest (sleepy) indulgence.

ELVIS

My introduction to Elvis was through my sis and thanks to her... now 'I can't help falling in love.... " with his voice. One of the best singers I have ever heard to. Even after all these years he surely ... LIVES... ELVIS!

One of my favourites here...

You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind


Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, I'm so sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
(You were always on my mind)
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
(You are always on my mind)
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind


Maybe I didn't treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didn't love you
Quite as often as I could have
Maybe I didn't hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
I'm so happy that you're mine
Maybe I didn`t treat you…
Quite as good as I should have…

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Chandler and Monica adopt twins and are now moving out in to a new house in the suburbs to start a new life. Phoebe is married found her guy. Rachel found a new job in Paris and is flying away. Ross, just realized that he is in love with Rachel and Joe now has the apartment to himself. That was the last episode of the Friends. The way in which Joe tried to reconcile Chandler’s moving out after the game board was broken and their uncomfy hug, that they silently conveyed. The way Phoebe raced Ross to the airports, to make sure he didn’t miss that one last chance to have Rachel back. Or the six keys being put back by each one of them were far too much to be put in words.

My Friends are such important and integral elements, for me they seem to be the fabric with which my life is woven. Each one representing various hues that make my life as good as it can ever be. This post is to all those special people in my life who have been there for me. Seen me through my little ups and downs and supported me all through.

At a juncture in life today, I hope and pray that they will always be a phone call away. For I am definitely going to be there for all of them, ALWAYS.

Thank you.