'Do you believe in love at first sight or do I need to pass by again?'
I had seen this scripted on numerous t-shirts and almost always smiled at the implied wit. I never believed in love at first sight. How can a person like someone he/she just met and doesn't know anything about? Nothing about his/her character, nature, preferences. Nothing whatsoever. After all, a good looking face isn't the only requisite for a long lasting relationship. I still don't believe in love at first sight. Its just that yesterday I came to know of an instance of love at first sight that culminated in a relationship.
Our protagonist is a girl. A young girl. On a family visit to a certain place she came across this guy- nothing special about him- just the usual- okay looking, ordinary, down to earth guy. And oh! She was just 13 at that time. The guy probably didn't notice her (he was about 6-7 years older and probably chasing longer legs and shorter skirts! :) PS that's my view). So, it was a two day visit and she had to return home after that. She went home and cried.
Years later...
Not many, to be honest. Probably 4-5 years, a quirk of fate (or destiny?) brought her in such a position that she was able to get in touch with that guy. (He seems to be a loser to be without a girl or maybe a playboy enough to be between girlfriends). Anyway, he was single too. And boy! Our protagonist had grown up! A lovely lass of 17-18, carefree and easy-going, she caught his eye (she probably worked hard for it- catching the eye, I mean ;)). The fire took time to kindle but soon enough the flames were all over them and both were having heartburns (not relieved by i.v. injection of pantoprazole too :( ). Last I heard they were in a relationship.
Well, that sort of culminates the story. Still, I find it wonderful that someone should fall in love at first sight and that the relationship materializes (in due time, of course. After all sabr ka fal meetha hota hai )
There is no purpose behind sharing this story (as is the case with most of my posts). But the story touched my heart. And also the hope that people untouched by love till now may get inspiration from this story. And also the hope that those in love read and appreciate that something special called 'love'.
Sunday 26 October 2008
Saturday 25 October 2008
KARZZZ...ZZZ
I am not into reviewing movies as my readers are well aware (and i am aware too that i don't have too many readers except for a dedicated set of followers; thanks for sticking with me :)) but viewing Himesh Reshammiya's latest movie entitles me to express my views.
And before you guys exclaim eww!!!, yuck! and every other such word not found in the dictionary, I declare: 'Yes, I watched Karzzz' and am proud of it (my feat of watching it, I mean, not the movie!). Okay, here are my reasons:
1. There was no other option.
2. Himesh is an intriguing character. Love him or hate him, you can't ignore him.
3. The re-make of Karz would be worth watching. (I thought so)
So, as I started feasting on the gala unfolding before my eyes (with accompanying crunches of popcorn from neighbouring seats- yes, there were other people in the hall too!), with the now renowned nasal twang accompanying the visuals, I tensed with expectation. As the story started ravelling, my interest peaked- not with the story but the actors and their portrayals. And leading the pack was our very own HR- in his avatar as Monty the rockstar- handsome hunk, playboy and what not! Most of the dialogues were delivered in profile, notable exception being the 'lucky in love and unlucky in gambling' one.
Still it was fun. It always is when the characters try to do something and the result is something quite different. It was a passable comedy. I was doubled with laughter at certain points.
While my companion dozed away most of the second half leaning on my shoulder (it hurt later!) still, I commend myself for watching the movie. Reason? Well, 'If you can watch the movie and not fall asleep and come out of the hall alive, you are a man, my Son!'
And before you guys exclaim eww!!!, yuck! and every other such word not found in the dictionary, I declare: 'Yes, I watched Karzzz' and am proud of it (my feat of watching it, I mean, not the movie!). Okay, here are my reasons:
1. There was no other option.
2. Himesh is an intriguing character. Love him or hate him, you can't ignore him.
3. The re-make of Karz would be worth watching. (I thought so)
So, as I started feasting on the gala unfolding before my eyes (with accompanying crunches of popcorn from neighbouring seats- yes, there were other people in the hall too!), with the now renowned nasal twang accompanying the visuals, I tensed with expectation. As the story started ravelling, my interest peaked- not with the story but the actors and their portrayals. And leading the pack was our very own HR- in his avatar as Monty the rockstar- handsome hunk, playboy and what not! Most of the dialogues were delivered in profile, notable exception being the 'lucky in love and unlucky in gambling' one.
Still it was fun. It always is when the characters try to do something and the result is something quite different. It was a passable comedy. I was doubled with laughter at certain points.
While my companion dozed away most of the second half leaning on my shoulder (it hurt later!) still, I commend myself for watching the movie. Reason? Well, 'If you can watch the movie and not fall asleep and come out of the hall alive, you are a man, my Son!'
Thursday 23 October 2008
HEIGHT MATTERS
I was on a vacation spanning almost a whole month. These are what I remember most about when I think back to the time:
1. My bruised knees on a night journey in a 'Night Super'.
2. The search for a vacant middle seat on the last row in the city buses in Guwahati. (I tend to get stuck if I try sitting on any of the other seats.)
3. My overhanging feet from the upper berth of the Indian Railways and the bumps that people received on their heads because of them.
4. Receiving a banging on top of my head in a minibus not once, not twice but thrice. That too on the same spot, and in full view of five beautiful girls. *sigh*
5. Bumping my head on the ceiling of two Maruti 800s. I still carry painful souvenirs of the same.
6. Instinctively bending my head while entering most of the homes I visited, in order to protect my head from another painful experience.
7. My inability to have a shower standing up at almost all the places I stayed
(not because of any physical ailment on my part, I assure you)
8. Realising the true extent of my height on seeing even my taller family members dwarfed (compared to me) in family photographs.
9. Being cast strange glances (and being most annoyed because of it) while being on a date with someone a foot shorter than me.
10. The above mentioned were for one way journey. Double them for the return journey!
PS. In case you still don't understand (and sympathise), make yourself grow tall and see for yourself!
1. My bruised knees on a night journey in a 'Night Super'.
2. The search for a vacant middle seat on the last row in the city buses in Guwahati. (I tend to get stuck if I try sitting on any of the other seats.)
3. My overhanging feet from the upper berth of the Indian Railways and the bumps that people received on their heads because of them.
4. Receiving a banging on top of my head in a minibus not once, not twice but thrice. That too on the same spot, and in full view of five beautiful girls. *sigh*
5. Bumping my head on the ceiling of two Maruti 800s. I still carry painful souvenirs of the same.
6. Instinctively bending my head while entering most of the homes I visited, in order to protect my head from another painful experience.
7. My inability to have a shower standing up at almost all the places I stayed
(not because of any physical ailment on my part, I assure you)
8. Realising the true extent of my height on seeing even my taller family members dwarfed (compared to me) in family photographs.
9. Being cast strange glances (and being most annoyed because of it) while being on a date with someone a foot shorter than me.
10. The above mentioned were for one way journey. Double them for the return journey!
PS. In case you still don't understand (and sympathise), make yourself grow tall and see for yourself!
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