Let's not blow ourselves up!!!

Passion can be a really powerful emotion. But once it loses control, lives can be wrecked.

Sure, it is wonderful to love passionately. Loving a person with our whole heart and giving away our life if need be, seems to be the flavor of the season, when one is struck by Cupid's arrow. But do we ever stop and think that maybe sacrificing our life is not always the only way to love, that sometimes walking away from our beloved can also act as a powerful emotive to express our innermost feelings?

Passion is needed; the extreme of it is not. If we look around, we will find ample of examples where moderation of it is very much the need of the hour.

One goes to a public place and blows themselves up. They die, along with many others. Why, you ask? Perhaps it was the passionate love for his or her religion or country that made him/her take such a drastic step. Caught in the extreme mindset, the person did not stop and think about others. And from this, a simple conclusion emerges: passion can completely annihilate logic.

One topic I feel strongly about is feminism. I care about the woes of women and would one day like to do whatever is in my power to help them. But when I say that I am a feminist, does that mean that I am only preoccupied only with the worries of womanhood and wouldn't like to help others apart from them? Don't I realize that life is a crisis where everyone suffers? Yes I do.

But the sad reality is that now days feminism too has been perceived to have taken the path of extremism. If one speaks about women welfare, that person can be termed as an 'irrational, heartless and a selfish man-hater'. The term "feminist" nowadays evokes that extreme passion within the hearts of many-a-man and makes them detest women from depth of their hearts.

I think it is time for all of us to sit down calmly and contemplate. Today we cannot afford to be swayed by our emotion at the slightest provocation. Because if that remains the case, one day we might all just decide to go blow ourselves up.

MOVIE REVIEW: CHAK DE INDIA!!!

It’s official. I am in love with Shahrukh khan. I did not think this day would come, but it has. ‘Chak De India’ has finally proved to me, what a great caliber of an actor shahrukh really is and now I am left marveling at his every move.

At first glance, the movie seemed to be about a loser team given a new lease of life by their charismatic coach. The idea seemed agonizingly familiar and most of us had jumped to the conclusion of it being a definite copy.

Thankfully, the movie was much more than that and had a delightfully refreshing take on the already treaded path of the coach and the team.

The film has been picturized on the Indian women’s hockey team. But the very first thing that hits us viewers, winnig and loosing is the tongue-in-cheek spoof on the Indian Diaspora and its crazy obsession with winning and losing.

The movie begins with kabir khan (shahrukh), a captain of the Indian men’s hockey team, missing a crucial penalty corner. And that miss results in his downfall. The match happened to be against the Pakistani team; the team which has the ability to draw out the competitive streak in any patriotic Indian, irrespective of what the sport may be. And thus, Kabir Khan is accused of treachery and match fixing and then ensues a scene so familiar that I almost chuckled.

Effigies were burned and ruthless comments were made against the poor captain. The public finally “won” and he had to disappear from the sports scene.

But Kabir had to return for the movie to progress. And he did, after seven years, armed with the burning determination of gaining his lost glory. How did he go about it? By being the coach of the Indian women’s hockey team of course.

The women’s hockey team, as expected, was shown in a dilapidated state. The Indian sports association foresaw not even a glimmer of hope and talent in the team. The image of the Indian women not being able to do much by “running around in knickers” seemed to be the essence of their every conversation. They even tried to dissuade Kabir from taking on the challenge of making winners out of “losers” and in the process and in the process further degrade himself in the eyes of the nation. But Kabir refuses to relent from his decision. Did he take the right decision? Go watch the movie and you’ll know!

For me, the highlight of the movie is when coach gives a pep-talk to his team, who were on the verge of making history. He tells his hopeful aspirants of the world cup that they only have seventy minutes to do their very best. Winning and losing was immaterial. It was actually the seventy minutes, which the players would spend on the ground, which would be remembered by them for the rest of their lives. And this seventy minutes not even god would be able to take away from them.

This scene touched the very chords of my heart. Because, according to me, this is the reality of life. Winning may be all good. But in the end what matters the most is that we tried hard enough.

Chak De India is one movie all sports lovers and criticizers must watch. It’s a cinematographic delight and a satisfying food for thought.

HAIKUS

Fighting for women

Can be pretty burdensome

When men don’t support

A crowded blue line

Whizzing madly on the road

Has been banned today

Watching you today

My heart does a somersault

I am deep in love

Waves crashing at us

As we sit down at the beach

Building a castle

Quilts and hot coffee

Helps us throughout winter days

As we wait for spring

Looking for the stars

At the terrace in the night

Pitch black sky stare back

dialogue-btwn a women and mistress of her husband!

Erica looked at the calm features of the women and finally got the courage to speak.

“So you aren’t mad at me?” she questioned.

“Mad at you?” asked Mrs. Grant “why would I be mad at you dear?”

Erica was stunned. “For starters, I used to sleep with your husband”.

“Yes, you used to”, sighed Mrs. Grant, “And now you are pregnant with no one to look after you”.

“Well, don’t you blame me for whatever happened?”

Mrs. Grant smiled; a kind of smile that people just give but it never really reaches their eyes.

“I blame both of you dear,” heaved Mrs. Grant, “do you understand me?”

“So you are divorcing him?”

Now it was Mrs. Grants turn to be bewildered.

“Of course not! What on earth gave you that idea?”

Erica was embarrassed and all she could manage to say was “oh! I thought….”

After that there were few minutes of silence as neither knew how to proceed.

Finally it was Erica who broke the silence. “Why am I here Mrs. Grant?” she prodded.

“Well, you are pregnant and I don’t have a child”, explained Mrs. Grant calmly.

“What!” exclaimed Erica, “you can’t possibly mean that!”

“Oh, yes I do. I very much mean it.”

“Well you can’t,” started Erica gritting her teeth.

Mrs. Grant almost smirked “Oh you don’t want to part with you child, do you?” she asked sarcastically

“It’s my child and I won’t give it away” growled Erica.

“You are without a dime. How pray are you going to look after the baby?”

Ps- i wrote this dialogue for my creative writing class.. and guess what!
my teacher compared me to Oscar wilde!!!!!!!

MY DEEP ABYSS

Where do I go from here?

I am lost in the deep abyss

Of sorrow and despair

Wallowing in self pity

I keep on walking

On the endless road

Filled with thorns

And not a rose

I wish I could talk

But no one seems to care

Silly girl: they proclaim

And walk off on their own way

I discern somewhere

A glimmer of light

But then I walk towards

A dark empty space

And so the chasm deepens

Hope seems to fade

And I just wish and pray

That I can end it all today

Haiku!

I recently came across an unusual and a very refreshing genre of poetry in my creative writing class. And it goes by the name of ’Haiku’. Haiku is one of the most famous forms of traditional Japanese poetry. Written in a 17- syllable verse form, it consists of three metrical units of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. And this means it is a highly constraint type of poetry writing and you can not afford to go overboard with your thoughts. Also, keeping the syllables in mind can be extremely nerve wracking. But in spite all of its shortcomings, haiku can turn out to be a creative delight. It can paint a beautiful picture of words and express an entire gamut of emotions in just three lines.

This is precisely why Haiku has, in a short span of time, become the new love of my life. I am deeply infatuated and simply had to try my hand at it. So here goes nothing:

Quilts and hot coffee

Helps us through out winter days

As we wait for spring.

Doesn’t that paint a picture or what!!! And yes, I have been very faithful to those damn syllables too. But in case my experiment does not satisfy you, I will cite another example, but this time one I have stolen from the net:

Refreshing shower

Falls from my watering can

Catching a rainbow

Beautiful isn’t it?

Haikus can also a source of immense entertainment, especially while writing movie reviews. Yes, you heard right. Reviews of your favorite movie can also be written in the Japanese form. In fact there are various websites dedicated to it. Don’t believe me?

Well, then go check out this link:

http://www.wunderland.com/WTS/Ginohn/poetry/HMRlist.html.

Surprised? I too was. But soon I realized its worth and its capacity to amuse us. And if you ask me what my favorite movie review is, it has to be the one written on THE DAVINCI CODE:

A scavenger hunt
based on the crazy notion
that some dude had sex.

Hilarious isn’t it?? And oh so true!

Go ahead and take a risk.

Last week i made chocolate brownies. Pardon me for not being modest-but it was damn good. It was so good that my diabetic father risked another tiny piece even at the prospect of getting an earful from my mother. And thus it was very natural for me to offer them to each and every one who visited my house.One such visitor happened to be an uncle of mine. But when i presented him those delectable cakes, prompt came the question,"dear, can you tell me what the recipe is?" and this was even before he picked one up! For a second i was baffled, but soon enlightenment dawned upon me. I realized that he must be enquiring about the non-veg content and proceeded to tell him about the eggs that were very much part pf the ingredients. At first he shook his head in dissapointment as he generally did not consume eggs. But as i have already mentioned, they were good brownies-they looked good and they smelled good. soon he gave away to temptation and popped one into his mouth. And guess what, he loved it.

Now, i really feel that we all have something to learn from the incident. Just imagine what that uncle would have missed had he discarded the cake simply because of some insolent eggs, whose presence by the way was no where in sight or smell. What i am trying to say is that sometimes in life we must do what we feel like, without thinking of pros and cons. Sure, we must all be alert and prudent in our actions lest we do something stupid. But in my opinion, every once in a while, we must do what our heart tells us. because you never know, may be at the end of the road, a chocolate brownie might just be waiting for us.