The paths not taken..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
What happened to the paths that I could not take?
Where were they leading and where did they go?
What was in them,
that disappeared in untold folklore?
anticipation and dreams filled the forthcoming yore..
When the hour of the path passed by,
The sweat of labor was flowing high,
I was wishing them to smile, embrace drew nigh
To take me far to an engaging fore,
The material chase with mirages galore,
myopic movement, acrid race,
they all fizzled out in painful haze..

Dear Lord says,
Poor dreamer you are , poorer schemer,
juvenile planner and   unimaginative lover of life..
The paths you took have been bigger, bigger than the dreams,
Green and blue, beautiful,
divine sweeps of fine and full air,
concieved, planned and executed by Myeslf..

Dear Lord Jesus Christ,
Who am I to bother about the paths to take..
Your Holy spirit moves me in my existense..
In all happiness,
I must praise You,
For my blessing of being carefree 

Questions of some differently abled social beings

• Why does having to be a social animal be so difficult for some?
• Why are the odds stacked against some and little or none against their detractors?
• Why do the people who have access to the most vulnerable areas of a human mind often the ones who also like to hit them the hardest ?
• Why don't some people ever learn to guard their vulnerabilities?
• Why don't some people have vulnerabilities?
• Where does justice hide?

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Ek Deewana tha

The major drawback of the movie is the communication/understanding gap between the director and his audience. This story was originally conceived by a Tamil speaking/thinking director (Gautam Menon) for a Tamil audience. It did exceedingly well in TN and carried over to Telugu Nadu with an equal measure of appreciation.

Having lived in both sides of India, I appreciate the difference of thought in the masses; The Southerners are an obsessive lot and pay a hell lot of importance to words such as *love* and *emotion*. The northerners are a more practical (slightly more on a relative scale) lot in the love front and they term affections of this magnitude as ‘obsession’.

The story may be based in Mumbai, but Juhu can never be Anna Nagar culturally. An Anna Nagar guy falling for an Ernakulam girl was believable and this Juhu guy doing the same looked abnormal and *typically obsessive*. A Kerala girl in Mumbai falling for a *vella* guy would look improbable for the people in the northern half of our country. I can hear a few of my Punjabi buddies taking my case on that point.

Gautam Menon has missed the trick by failing to draw a original Mumbaikar. A original Mumbaiya guy falling for a Ernakulam mallu in his own original way and style would have made an interesting watch. After two memorable outings in Tamil and Telugu, Gautam Menon falls in this Bollywood venture.

Other low points:

• Lyrics, they lacked the punch that was there in the Tamil version. Javed Aktar’s dismal run continues. He has failed to substantiate words suitable enough to carry people into the worlds of their imagination, to be able to connect with the characters in the feeling of pain, joy, despair, helplessness, confusion

• The characterisation was weak. The role of a friend which stood out in the Tamil version was lacking in terms of strength of characterisation. The UP bhaiyya just did not leave an impression as a guy we meet in our day to day life.

The highs:

• The music, AR Rahman delivers yet again….melodious numbers which were betrayed by lack of support from the lyrics department.

• The photography was brilliant and a delight to the eyes.

• Gautam menon does have an eye for beautiful women and excels in capturing and displaying them in full measure. Trisha (the best of the lot _first in class advantage), Samantha and Amy Jackson are women who will linger in the mind of the Indian audience , particularly the corporate kind.

Revolution 2020

I can now boast of finishing a novel in one sitting. Coupled with a day off from work and the comfort of being inside a quilt in the Delhi winter, I finished the 200 odd pages in one sitting.

This is a typical Chetan Bhagat novel- a mixture of many things of varying relevance/acquaintance for today’s Indian youth. This novel speaks to the reader through the characters that resemble middle class Indians wading past life in India. There is a bit of us, me and you, in his characters which keep us glued to his narration. This novel is no different from his earlier ones as this too deals with key issues of our country, such as corruption and parental/peer pressure in the society. It involves a phase of life that majority of current Indian youth pass through. Although I passed that phase a good 7 years ago, I relived my time through the life of Raghav and Gopal, the key protagonists of the story.

This story is fraught with a variety of emotions ranging from impoverished blabber, ambition, friendship, love, lust, jealousy, betrayal, hope and reform. The relationship between the key protagonists, Gopal and Aarti, is what will sell as a Bollywood story for it has all the ingredients of an original love story, a little like “When Harry met Sally” or our very own “Band Baaja Bharaat”. The way Aarti keeps Gopal guessing about what is one her mind and simultaneous vulnerability of Gopal's about Aarti is well written and worth a special mention. I have a strong belief that such emotions run strong in the Indian semi-urban and urban cultural context and may not be understood by people from other cultures, say the American or elsewhere.

The male lead of the story is Gopal, although he plays the role of a traditional villain. He is constantly trying to snatch a girl away and has dealings with scrupulous elements in the society. He is a teenager who hails from a lower middle class family and has a ailing father, limited monetary comforts but loads of expectation to deal with in the academic front. He is willing to work hard to make a future for himself however Aarti remains a constant distraction in the key years of his life.

Raghav is the guy who is straight forward, hard working and focused on his goal which is to reform the society and bring about a reform before 2020. Raghav has the smarts and charms to achieve his goal and manages to get his life going as a student of the elite IT-BHU.

There is a stiff competition between the two men and the balance tilts both sides as the years pass by.  Aarti is the common link between the two male characters who waivers in her loyalty to both the men with time and fortune. How they all fare with time is the storyline.  

More stress could have been laid on the characterisation of Raghav and Shukhlajee (a MLA who helps Gopal with a life line) as there appeared some prominent chinks for the questioning reader.

The story runs in the background of a slew of events which throw light on the way education has been commercialised in our country. It explains the way in which little concern is on real development of Indian youth in terms of science and technology or any other subject and monetary ambitions rule the roost among the people who run the system.

I was surprised to check out some of the critical reviews of this novel. Most critics have their spades out for Chetan’s style of writing and his language. Chetan Bhagat is an astute strategist who has identified his consumers and his own capabilities very clearly.

He is no Charles Dickens or Jane Austen in his command over the Queen’s language but he sure has in his weaponry what it takes to communicate to his customers, language and matter, and that makes all the difference.

As a numbers guy (an investement banker), Chetan has got his numbers right in the largest book market of the world which is probably hard to digest for many in the literary circles and hence the acerbic banter.

Overall a good read , a typical Chetan Bhagat book.You will not be disappointed

Captive lives

Today I went on a walk inside the National Zoological Park in New Delhi with the hope of getting some good images. However mid way through my sojourn, a totally strange and novel sadness took over me. I was feeling low and eventually moved to guilt by my being there this afternoon.

The purpose of a zoo park is to showcase animals and birds in a captive set up. These animals are captured from their natural habitats (significantly different from Delhi in most cases in terms of weather and seasons) and brought down here for millions of people to see (some over many decades) and have a merry time. I was taken aback by this human tendency to be totally apathetic about these animals' existense in captivity as a mere peice of show time items. Their life of freedom in their natural habitats have been messed up with no remorse. I was saddened by the way the animals went about their daily business of life with sad, sagging faces. I was also upset when I saw a white tiger, which I remember seeing as a kid in the 90s; It was alone then, it is still alone. It has aged and looked it. I am not aware how different these animals might be in their natural habitats. Perhaps happier I think?

My rambling here about this might sound funny to many. However I have always seen this blog as a platform to express my heartfelt opinions and hence shall not be any different this time too.

I am deeply motivated to read up about the policies of zoo park management and the philosophy that goes behind it. I am going to identify people who share similar feelings and support this cause of releasing these animals.

The Way I see It