3 IDIOTS- A Post on Friendship

I had decided to write a post on 3 Idiots even before I had watched it. Must say, this was one movie that did not fail my expectations. Where to begin? The movie was fantastic, the script was fantabulous and the actors played their part really well! Aamir rocks big time but the one who rocked the most was Rancho..and I am NOT talking of Javed Jaffrey. The best part about the film- it was not a blatant adaptation of Five Point Someone By Chetan Bhagat. It had its own story to tell. I won't say anything about whether or not Bhagat should have been given any more credit than he has already been. Raju's committing suicide, Kareena's brother's death, these instances were all taken from Bhagat's book. On the other hand, Rancho's story, Mona Singh's character, the plot and the ending were all originals.

To get back to my post, the reason why I liked the film the most was because of its message in friendship. Friends are important. They make your day. I am not so optimistic any more as I was after watching the movie. But friendship does make the world go round and rosy. Friends are what we live for. Friends are pests. Can't live with them, can't live without them! They are the ones who make you smile when you want to cry. They make you cry when you want to smile. There are some who cry with you, then there are some who lend a sympathetic shoulder when they can't offer any help. But do they know that even if they can't provide solutions, their sympathetic sad faces mean a lot? Then there are others who cheer you up with humorous stories about their arguments with bus conductors! Friends are those who point out your faults all the time while there are those who think you are perfect. And then there are friends like Rancho- who inspire you about life with their philosophy. And a friend like Rancho is one who we strive for..

Teddy (continued)

I do not know how to continue from my last post about him. Teddy was a ball of fur; soft, black and sparkling. He was the handsomest devil anyone in our neighborhood had seen before. He belonged to the mongrel breed but he was so beautiful that people almost invariably asked us whether he was a Labrador. And well, yes we felt very proud when they complimented him like this. He hated the water like most street pups. Warm water along with Clinic Plus Shampoo was needed to bathe him and three of us- my sister, my brother-in-law and my mother were needed to push him to the bathroom. Phew! As I said in my previous post, he sure was a handful!

He was a good tempered puppy initially but then I used to irritate him so much that he began to lose his temper with me. Lols. I don't blame him. I have a penchant for trying out people's patience to see how much they would be able to tolerate me. I and my mother used to irritate the hell out of him by rolling him out like you roll the dough to make chapatis. From the next time whenever he saw me and my mother, he used to scurry below the bed post.

Teddy used to be very curious. I remember one day I was working over something barring him from the view of my work. He could not see what I was working upon. I saw that and pretended to be more readily engrossed as if by something absolutely interesting. He came over, peered over my neck, pulled one of his paws over my hand and tried to move it aside to see what I was doing.

Such was his curiosity.

At one time in the darkness I was sad about something. The lights had gone off. There was no current. I was unhappy. He came over to me and called me with his paw. I hugged him. I have yet to find out someone else who would understand my feelings without my saying anything.

But good things are for short periods only. He fell ill one day. He had some sort of an infection on his mouth. Mother called the doctor and he suggested an antiseptic. In the midst of this, he fell down from the bed one day. He could not regain his balance. We called the doctor. He came and concluded that he had been running a temperature for the past few days. He was not able to give a conclusive proof of what had really happened. But right then, in front of our eyes, Teddy let out one final gasp of breath and left us.

P.S: We took him to a cemetery in Behala where he was buried. Exactly ten days later, my sister's pup, Pipi who was suffering from many days owing to old age and distemper also left. He was also taken to the same burial ground, Karunakunj.


The First Part: http://sojournoflife.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-in-midst-of-writing-another-poem.html

Memories

A long time has passed since my last post. Well not quite. I have been known to update my blog once every two years. But stray thoughts seem to crowd my mind and sooner or later I realize I have to take up the pen. Damn computer has made me so lazy I find it difficult to write with a pen except during exams. :( But we will save that for later.

By far the worst disadvantage of having a net is that people buzz you at all the unwanted times and you can't help but be polite to them. You might want to concentrate on your work, you might want to concentrate on your writing, but you can't. You might well ask me to shut off the net while doing some other work. Problem is that the net has got the better of me- they say it's Internet Addiction. But like most addictions, I am sure I will get rid of this one too. All in good time, mate. ;)

Between this time, I have passed through a plethora of moods- ranging from sadness, depression to euphoric laughter (the last one signifying my absolute loss of calm and peace). But I guess being my reader, you are quite well aware of my morbid phases. This phase however was a bit more morbid than all of the phases I have underwent so far. When I am depressed I usually listen to angry rock songs. LP, David Guetta's "Love is Gone" are some of my particular favs.

But then Taylor Swift has a capacity of bringing your sadness to the forefront, something I did not want to happen. So I stopped listening to her completely. I wanted my anger to stay. Why cry like a sissy when you can be a werewolf? Lols. My apologies to Twilight fans. So anyways, things were somewhere around this when I listened to a new song by Swift, "Hey Stephen".

The playful nature of the song interested me. The lines go somewhat like this:

I can't help it if you look like an angel

Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so

Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Can't help it if there's no one else

Mmm, I can't help myself

So for all those of you who are Taylor Swift fans, I suggest you listen to this song. Right now I am humming this tune. A lot of good things are happening in life. My children got a lot of medals and that makes me very proud as a teacher. I got a lovely red bag as a gift. I became second in class once again(ah crap, 2nd, but I guess that is better than failing) and yes I scored the highest in the paper I wanted to. I guess that is how life goes. Time and tide wait for none. In the midst of all these achievements however, our heart does not forget to spare a thought for those who meant a lot to us and now are gone.

I am currently reading The Good Guy by Dean R. Koontz. I love this author. Have been reading him since school days. His current story has some instances of pet dogs. I was reminded of my Teddy. His innocent brown eyes that gave away everything that he had in his mind, his pink tongue and black lips. Yes he was the most handsome of all the puppies in the neighborhood. He was my friend, my brother. And need I say it, he was as intolerable as I am! He had a short temper (like me) which used to flare up even when the fault was his (again like me). Sometimes I really wished he was not so much like me. I don't cry for him, not any more. I do remember him, still. And I wish he was with me ..still.

Family

So I was watching Ugly Betty today. I like it more than its Indian cousin which later transformed to a tortuous tear inciting imitation of an Ekta Kapoor serial. Today's episode conveyed something different. It was about the importance of family. Daniel's family. Betty's family. We never stop underestimating the power of our family, do we? But today's episode showed how important the power of a strong family is...

Daniel loses the son of Alexis, his brother to his grandparents who come all the way from France to take his custody. Alexis leaves the country when she gets relief from a case brought up by Wilhelmina. Daniel undergoes a heartbreak when DJ, his brother's son leaves him. On the other hand Gio is tremendously angry with Betty for breaking his heart. Betty's sister Hilda undergoes another heartbreak when her boyfriend, Tony's wife asks for another chance with her husband. She lets him go.

As one of my friends put it, it is the season of heartbreaks. Reel life is not much different. But amidst all these heartbreaks, the one thing that stayed strong were Daniel and Betty's families.

Daniel has never been much of a displayer of emotions but he cannot help but hug his brother when she (coz he has changed his sex) leaves the country. Past woes are forgiven and forgoten. The three of them- mother, brother and Daniel unite. Betty, her father and Hilda's son is there again to console Hilda with her heartbreak.

I loved this episode. In this modern age, we tend to materialize everything. We love to live with ourselves. But nothing like having a warm family in the midst of the cold Jan weather. Like for instance, I had a great day shopping with sister yesterday. Though I was dead tired, I loved the gifts I got as advance presents for my birthday. Today I spent a lot of time listening to my mother's adventures as a kid which she tells and retells. And they never cease to lose their charm for me. The village where she grew up, the meadows, the fresh air, her winning several titles in sports, the fun she had with her siblings, all the mischief she did, the numerous times when she got into a fight and quite naturally won such that both the young and the old were afraid of her made me exclaim that I would have given up had she been my daughter!

I guess what I mean to say is that I had lost touch with them for quite some time. But one day or even some hours with them is enough to rekindle the fire. At the end of the day, they are still there with you when you are hurt the most. They are there to celebrate your success- in fact, it would not be wrong to say that they are one of my biggest inspirations behind success. In all my blog posts, I don't remember a single post which I had contributed about them. I will never be able to thank them enough for what they have done for me. We do have our own differences but sometimes those come in between the many positives that we share.

This post is my minor attempt to thank them for everything they have done for me, the love they have showered upon me which I really don't feel I am worth of. I know I hurt them at times but I love them a lot. And I don't know what I would do without them...

Some True Facts about Men

1. Why does a man have a clear conscience?
Because it's never used.

2. Why are men so happy?
Because ignorance is bliss.

3. Why is psychoanalysis a lot quicker for a man then for a
women?
Because when it's time to go back to childhood, he's already
there.

4. If a man and a woman fell off a 10-story building at the same
time,who would reach the ground first?
The woman, the man would get lost.

5. How are men like commercials?
You can't believe a word either one of them says and they both
last about 60 seconds.

6. How do men exercise at the beach?
By sucking in their stomachs every time they see a woman in a
bikini.

7. What do you call a man with half a brain?
Gifted.

8. What did god say after he made Adam?
"I can do better than that." Then he made Eve.

9. Did you hear about the man who won the gold medal at the
Olympics?
He had it bronzed.

10. What is gross stupidity?
144 men in one room.

11. How many men does it take to pop popcorn?
Three. One to hold the pan and two others to show off and shake
the stove.

12. How do men sort their laundry?
"Filthy" and "Filthy but Wearable."

13. What does a man consider to be quality time with his wife?
Pulling the sheets over her head and saying, "Great chili, Babe!"

14. A woman of 35 thinks of having children. What does a man of
35 think of?
Dating children.

15. What should you give a man who has everything?
A woman to show him how to work it.

16. Why do black widow spiders kill their males after mating?
To stop the snoring before it starts.

17. Why don't men have mid-life crises?
They stay stuck in adolescence.

18. How does a man show he's planning for the future?
He buys two cases of beer instead of one.

19. How is being at a singles bar different from going to the
circus?
At the circus the clowns don't talk.

20. What makes men chase women they have no intention of
marrying?
The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention
of driving.

21. What do you do with a bachelor who thinks he's God's gift?
Exchange him.

22. Why do bachelors like smart women?
Opposites attract.

23. Why are husbands like lawn mowers?
They're hard to get started, emit foul odors, and don't work half
the time.

24. What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?
After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.

25. How can you tell if a man is happy?
Who cares!!!

26. What is the thinnest book in the world?
What Men Know About Women.

27. Why do men have slits in their underwear?
So they can get oxygen to their brains.

28. What is the best way to get a man to stop pestering you?
Stare at his crotch and laugh.

29. Why is urine yellow and sperm white?
So men can tell if they are coming or going.

30. How are men like parking spaces?
The good ones are always taken and all that is left are handicapped

31. Did you hear about the baby born with both sexes?
It had a penis AND a brain!



P.S: This is something I apparently came across while accidentally typing in the phrase, "Why are men so dumb?" on Google. Dedicated to one of my very good friends and all the men of the world. Who would have known that the whole world is still trying to find the answer to my question? The Q/A series is not my own composition but merely a compilation of the questions and answers I found interesting. Hope you like it. ;)

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Numb

It's 3:12 am now. I am listening to a romantic song. Reminiscing about past events. Going through past chats. Has your heart ever been broken? I am sure most of you have had broken hearts. But we never understand. Do we? We stupid romantic people, we keep on falling in love again and again, till our heart is broken to several thousand pieces, so many that it can never be one again. We hopelessly give into love and its irrational feelings. We rationalize, try to stop from giving into mindless ramblings par iye dil hain ki manta nahi....

Great here I go again. Talk of mindless ramblings. Our Economics teacher said once that for any curve to take place, at least three incidents (coordinates, points, you know the kind) should be present. Otherwise the growth or fall of the graph cannot be assessed correctly. I guess now I can have a graph of my heartbreaks. I just made a Hattrick! Wow!

There is so much to say, so few words. Have you liked someone for nine years, then met the person finally and then have your heart broken? Have you seen the person you liked and respected the most fall into the arms of someone else in front of your eyes- all the time making you wonder where did you go wrong and why is he doing it in front of you when he knows you like him a lot? Finally have you lost a good friend?

Quite a few of us have had some of these experiences. I will not be such a Romantic as to deny everyone's pain and say that I am the only one who has suffered the most. The last post I wrote about a certain someone was called "Waiting". It's been many months since I am writing about heartbreak again. Ladies and gentlemen, please don't misunderstand me. But heartbreak for me does not only refer to 'love of the flesh and blood'- as in the passionate love opposed to Platonic Love. Love for me essentially begins with the Platonic and then attraction might or not creep in. And yes for me heartbreak is possible even if the love is Platonic.

The last sentence is an evidence of my sensitivity. And before you think I am boasting, let me assure you that sensitivity is one of the most annoying vices one can have. I still remember the day when my counselor tried to reason with me. She said that I was very sensitive but would I like to place something so soft in someone else's hands? Would I like to give that person a chance to hurt me? I remembered I was not very pleased with the explanation. Can't help it if I am sensitive. If I could, I would detach myself from it, cut it off like a body part. But it's irritating, I cannot even do that!

Never opened myself in front of anyone. Not at least from the second conversation. But then you meet someone and you simply can't control yourself. Like a fool, you trust that person with the "real" you, you open up yourself with no defense mechanism, you surrender to that person. Gosh! Now I sound erotic! But I mean it completely aesthetically of course! Er.. Don't laugh. I did.

Stupid conversations, just how stupid could I get? And how kinder could he get? So accommodating. I used to be shocked. Never had anyone who would accept me the way I am. He was the first one. Different from the others. Understanding. Kind. Humorous. I could not believe that a person like him even existed. I was living a dream!

And then he changed.

But I was so into my dream, I did not see the change. I approached him the way I used to earlier. No barriers, no boundaries. But I could sense a change at some remote level- at a level which was barred from view to all outsiders. I was so blind, I took that optimistically as well. He could not change that much now, could he? Of course he couldn't. I refused to entertain the idea. And then the inevitable happened.

I got hurt. Once again...

The first time you take a chance and try to express your feelings about a matter you really care for to someone you deeply care for and trust..becomes the first time you get hurt, coz that someone refuses to believe you, refuses to acknowledge your suffering. It did happen in the past once but not on such a big level. And that is the first time you realize that may be you are better off alone. I don't even feel anything any more. People say I have a very unforgiving nature. I don't disagree. I do. I guess that's coz I am sensitive - it's difficult for me to realize that a person you love will hurt you. I know- there is no apparent obligation that a person you love will love you back or at the very least respect you, but then..stupid hearts, stupid emotions...ah crap. Not again!

I am still trying to live up to my New Year's resolution mentioned in the last post. And I have decided to make a new one: I will not be sensitive any more. Since it is difficult to be emotional and not sensitive (believe me, I have tried) coz that is the way I am, So I have just stopped feeling. Some times the pain is so intense that it makes you numb. I am too scared to feel the pain. I don't want to feel any pain any more. So I am better off not feeling.

Who would have thought that harmless childish conversations would lead to exciting stuff eventually only to fall down completely at a point of stringent opinions, indifference and non-communication? Hey I can draw a graph on this too! Lol.

Well, heavy words all of them. I guess what I am trying to say is that a person you trusted so deeply to think that he would be able to understand you has failed. Miserably if I might. You know what? Time changes everything. I always believed that no matter how much we change on the outside we still remain the same people inside. I used to believe it ardently for my friend too. Somewhere I tried and tried, but could not find that old friend. May be that person has shifted into still inner depths. I could not reach out to him. So I guess I failed too.

So from now on I have decided that I will not only change my outer persona, I will change my inner self. How is that possible? By not feeling anything about any body. Since feeling is the root of all distress. We 'feel' happy. We 'feel' sad, hurt etc etc. So stop feeling. Not so simple. But I am trying.....

P.S: And you just wasted 15 minutes of your life reading this emotional mumbo jumbo! Seriously....people!

Hurray its 2010!

Hurray it's 2010! Dance around everyone..pretend to be happy..pose for the camera....Even if you are dying inside, make a smiling face..at least for the camera folks..

Rage, hurt, despair, these are the emotions engulfing me now.I guess I will just take a chill pill, what say folks? After all, that is all you need to enjoy life..Chilling.

Now now my readers might be wondering what the enormous burst of sarcasm for? They just expect innocent good little honest posts from my blog. But a little bit of sarcasm is not bad all the time, what say? After all when everyone is enjoying and no one is forcing you to do anything (or anybody), why the sadness? Why the despair? You take your own decisions right? The only way people take advantage of you is when you allow them to. Right? We are all "modern" individuals here. We take our own decisions, we do not let anything bad happen to us and if we are not happy with ourselves- it is our fault! C'mon welcome life with wide open arms, and life will welcome you. What are you sad for? What are you hurt for? Everyone keep smiling in the land of God, opportunities..blah blah

And don't let anyone see your tears, or feel your fears, coz they won't understand. They never do, do they? You pretend to be happy and they are all over you. You show your vulnerabilities and they either take advantage of you or glorify themselves at your expense. Marvelous, isn't it? What a pretty little world with pretty little people! Small minds, small hearts. You are weak, you can't take the brutal force of life, so you do not have any right to participate in the rat race (are you a rat btw?) You worry too much, you are too sensitive, you are not fit for today's world. Be strong, be independent. Give your best. Don't depend on people too much. Has anyone ever told them that animals are much better than human beings?

They do not want you to be like them, they accept you the way you are. I know now why I was always a misfit among human beings. Unsocial, selfish- I am not new to these words. May be it's for the best. Get your work done, trample these little insects and show their rightful place to where they really belong. Coz that's what human beings are there for- to be taken advantage of. Be strong, be independent.

This new year I take a resolution, I will trample as many of these little insects as I can, take advantage of them, show their rightful place. Nice hobby it will be. Business and pleasure both achieved all at once! As they say, the wolf in disguise is more dangerous than the tiger in front of you. ;)

Till then, SSshhhhh.....Don't tell anyone!