Tuesday, October 21, 2008

when sleep is elusive...

It’s not always possible to substitute thoughts with God’s name.
Doing good work is not always enough consolation for what you get back in return.
Sometimes faith is not enough to overcome fear.
Sometimes, no matter how disciplined, the mind wants more, the body needs more.
It’s difficult, in real life, to always believe that family is more important than money.

These, of course, are all signs of a weaker mind and a weaker body. But then, it’s not possible to be strong every minute.

And then again, there's no alternative to trying to be strong all the time...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Dont curse politics, make an effort to make a difference

A(on the phone) : Hey B! Happy Birthday!
B: Thanx A
A: so how old are you today?
B: 17
A: Oh... so not reached your voting age yet eh?
B: No A
A: *laughs* I reached my voting age about 10 years ago, but I've never voted even once till now!

This was a conversation I overheard between two Indians. Not making specific judgements, but the Indian youth does not give enough importance to thri right to democracy. Most young people dont vote because they think its a cumbersome process, some say it won't make a difference anyway, some are undecided on their politial opinion.
Voting is very important. If you think it is, it means you feel responsible towards your society and your country and that you want to make a difference.
Registration for voting is now easy. Sites like Tata's Jaago re (www.jaagore.com) have taken up the initiative to encourage youth to vote. Each one of us can make a difference, and all of us should.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

'Mumbai Meri Jaan'

I watched Mumbai Meri Jaan. Its a movie that has tried to capture a section of human psychology.

An idealist corporate, an over ambitious reporter, reborn from her experience to see her own ashes, as she describes it, a confused communal, a frustrated cop, a desperate poor coffee wala and a realist make up the characters that the movie is centered around. The movie is crafted around their experiences with the Mumbai bomb blasts and life in general.

Every actor is perfectly defined, beautifully simple. Everyone has done such a great job.

MMJ shows that human beings are all, ultimately, victims, ironically of each other and their own selves. Describing the movie here would be doing it an injustice, I'd suggest you to watch it and then come back to the post to know what I'm trying to say. It's one of those honest attempts towards making a positive public opinion. I dont know if that was the aim of movie makers, but its definitely achieved.

Of all the characters, Tukaram Patil, played by the unparalleled Paresh Rawal, is the most sensible of all. He simplifies the philosophy of life into watching a movie, but never acting in it. However, he too, towards the end, speculates his life, his rights and wrongs, questions his realism and ultimately displays a desire to have done more, to do more, better, bigger.... Such are humans, always twisted amongst their own justifications.

Such movies make me forget real life. I chant to myself, its just a movie, just a movie, not real life. It's foolish to let such things move me. And yet, a quiet voice inside me says, its not that far from real life either. In fact, real life, is a lot more bizarre.

The movie ends, and yet does not end, symbolising how life moves on, how things that seem to come to an end are actually just transforming into something else. It is beautiful, it's sensible and it's real.

Whatever happens, whatever the drama, I will try to remember what Paresh Rawal says,
"Khali picture dekhne ka, acting nahi karne ka re'
(just watch the movie, no point acting in it.*reacting to it*)

Friday, October 10, 2008

My new 9 to 5

I keep signing into the blog, wanting to update it, but nothing happens worth updating here.

Life changes every short while... and most major changes slip in gradually.It takes a while before you realize that your life has turned a corner, shifted gears. I've been trying to change y routine. For someone as lazy as I am, taking responsibilty starts with a shock, the shock of finding how much there is to be done when you start doing it. 24 hours seem inappropriate and sleep feels like a scarcely available luxury. I've suddenly started appreciating getting up early, racing to the bathroom before anyone else, wondering where I lost time even if I woke up early, and skipping breakfast to make it in time to the office. It feels good, worthwhile, atleast it keeps my mind from wondering into things that are ... well... not worth thinking.

Sometimes I wonder if people take time to appreciate how precious a normal, peaceful, routine life is.