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Friday, October 25, 2013

Maya


Of all the things in Life what matters the most? Tough question! Its all about  prioritizing the things,people and what not. Love yourself first and then think about others.Selfish huh! But we all are. Its just we are embarrassed to admit. We all have our set of problems to tackle.Who doesn't have? Who has time for others?  We.. at least I make fun of my grand mommy for loving me too much. I am an apple of her eye which I acknowledge too and of all the things  in my life she is my first ever love. I just want her to be out from the maze of MAYA, the Illusion...the Magic. I want her to come out from the prison of  ILLUSIONS . Question! Is she wrong? And I know, certainly not. Why does it bother to me Because I am also sailing in the same boat and I realize. The world is MAYA. Our fates have been locked.  Its just we are role playing. We have become so habituated while acting our parts that we tend to forget who we are in real. God, the playwright is enjoying the much dedicated performances of MAYA struck actors. Everything on this Earth is temporary so are we. What is permanent? Feelings? If we are not permanent how can our feelings be so? Death is inevitable of all the truths.
 This world is a lie and we are living this lie with honesty. Why shouldn't we? Its a lifetime act and we ought to live it. Why not live it with love and and dedication. And Dadi dearest.. you are absolutely right. I am going to call you up more often. Stay blessed :)


Wednesday, October 2, 2013

The Lunchbox.. (How I like it)


Local..Dabbawallahs..Traffic..Monsoon...Finance..Dreams.. Fans.. Crowd!!  All are the essential ingredients of Mumbai.The Lunchbox is presented in three course meal, that of a starter (Mumbai), Main dish (Life) and irresistible dessert ( Love) and is worth relishing.

Ritesh Batra's film is about two strangers whose fates are entangled by Dabbawallahs. Ila( Nimrat Kaur), a neglected housewife who makes every effort to be noticed by her husband. She keeps on trying new recipes to woo him but all in vain. Saajan Fernandes (Irfan) quite an old man, gets  to relish  those delicious dishes prepared by Ila. Thanks to Dabbawallahs!  Thus, begins their camaraderie, by exchanging notes, sharing their lives.

The plot is simple, but intriguing. The homemaker in busy Mumbai lonely and desperate, wants  her voice to be heard, her feelings to be shared. She is a dutiful wife and mother. Her world surrounds bringing up her daughter and her husband who is seeing another woman. Another  character an old man who is a recluse since his wife's death and has been living the monotony of life. He smokes and eats by himself. He doesn't like to mix up with people, even his colleagues have opinions about him. No one seems to bother about him.  He has managed to  book a standing grave for himself. That's Mumbai, no place for living, not even for dead.

Sheikh, who dreams to survive in Mumbai played by Nawazudin Siddique . He excels in his part. He is funny, pitiable and irritating at times, but a lovable one. He is going to replace Saajan next month. He goes  to every extent to butter the latter for imparting him the training. Sheikh tells him that he is an orphan which changes Saajan's equation towards him. It is sheer delight to watch them together onscreen. What ever he does, he is honest in his approach. He symbolises the Dreams and Finance.How he lied to his father- in- law about his promotion only to be bestowed with the two wheeler in his marriage. The files managed by him smells of garlic and onion because he chops all the vegetables in the Local  to save time. And this is the fact, almost everyone has to commute by Local for work everyday. Even Saajan Fernandes has to bear the same, wiggling through the crowd to reach the destination. Kudos to Mumbaikars for this!

The tale is well narrated and connects the audience. There are no songs except one from Saajan,which Ila requests her Deshpande Aunty to play.Coincidentally, the man savouring her lunchbox is Saajan too. And one folk song, 'Dnyanoba Mauli Tukaram' which opens the film crooned by Dabbawallahs in the Local.

One example of a sweet companionship is between Ila and Deshpande Aunty's voice. Yes.. You read it right. She never appears physically,but she is there guiding Ila and talking to her. She lives upstairs,looking after her bedridden husband who has been staring at the fan for years as if The Fan controls his life. She even gets a generator for his lifeline.

Another sensitive portrayal is of Ila and her mother. A  married daughter feels helpless to provide any financial help to her ailing father The scene is enacted with true conviction by both the actors.

People in urban cities are caught in the web of  loneliness, they need someone to listen to them. When Ila and Saajan  start exchanging those short notes in  the lunchbox, their lives are transformed and that's the power of sharing and bonding. Ila decides to find a way to come out of her loveless marriage. Saajan's attitude towards life and people around him has changed too.Now he is cool with the children playing in front of his house.He has started smiling often. The aroma of food has come out of the lunchbox and makes his life so positive and lively.He even gets a painting for himself because he feels, he sees himself in the painting.One thing which I loved about the film is the  language used in those notes is what they are comfortable in and of course they understand each other.This reminds me of the scene in the film, English Vinglish when Shashi and her Italian friend talks in their own language.The feelings, friendship and love needs no language to express.

The characters are living insipidly until The Lunchbox adds some spice into their lives.Rush and treat yourself to it.The treat might not be the perfect one but I am sure you will like it.



Friday, September 27, 2013

For teachers and students...


Teaching is a joy.. a bliss. Its a two way process. Give and Take. In the very first day of a class I make sure to tell my students, 'Without you I am nothing. I am here for you, not for the walls. 40 percent I can teach rest is your dedication. Any problems, ask thrice, but not without revising it.'  And they dive into the sea of eternal learning, of course I jump with them. Its so much of fun for me as well, it's never monotonous. Somewhere deep down I believed, I knew my capabilities as a teacher. This self implicated faith helped a lot. I have discovered a new self. I have explored presence of virtues like patience which I thought opposite  of me.
 Trust me Life and Students are great teachers. They are unpredictable, challenge you to go beyond your potential. And as I said earlier,'I am here for my students.' The relationship between the two becomes strong, so do the understanding towards knowledge of subject as well as Life. The day a teacher ceases to learn h/she is finished.  You are defeated if your student fails in the test of Life.  When they win, you smile in their victory. That is a reward for which a teacher lives up to. That moment is worth waiting for and you know you are actually not teaching  the walls. The life seems to attain its purpose.

Not to forget my teachers, A THANK YOU for all who taught me the lessons of my Life. Seriously I owe it to you. Stay blessed :)

Saturday, September 21, 2013

One of the best things happened to me is You..



Three years of sacred bond and many years of courtship.Life seems more beautiful each passing day.Yet there are memories to cling to,the letters exchanged,the cards and the feelings. There were rough patches too. We overcame all. Love is so powerful, I have realized again and again.
 No poetry can describe my love for you.You are too perfect sometimes and I am the opposite. I think that is what  keeping us together.That so called X factor. 
Each time I want to write about you I fall short of  adjectives. You are You. Irreplaceable. You have given me selflessly. I love you. Stay blessed :)

Tuesday, September 17, 2013




      Coming back to the writing after a long hiatus..And I missed it not :) I believe in, 'where ever you are, be there.' This trait comes naturally to me and  at times I wish to get rid of it :)

 The same case is with the Pain.Pain is an emotion..painful obviously..but deep inside there is a joy with it too. Pain is subjective. Howsoever we sympathize about others' pain we won't be able to ease it off. To put yourself in others' shoes is a hard job.Your loved ones can try to soothe you like medicines,but can't relieve you off it. Life is a great teacher so is Pain. It teaches you the value of this precious Life. Living in  the fear of losing your Life.And when you conquer Pain. What a joy!