Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The song of sparrow 2008

A simple and realistic depiction of  the struggle of a man, the sole bread winner of his family, who loses his job on a ostrich farm in Iran, yet lives on hope. Karim (Reza naji ) goes back to home only to find a misfortune, his eldest daughter Haniyeha ( Shabhnam Akhalagi ) has dropped her hearing aid in a pond, which is found, but broken. For that thing he has to visit Tehran. The visit to a city starts an altogether new journey for pastoral Karim. The hustle bustle of city mistakes him for a two wheeler driver who drives passengers from one place to another. That gets him a temporary job and a passion to bring every disposed item and junk to home on his motor cycle.

Iranian film maker manages to show us the busy lives of the city dwellers and its effect on a simple villager. The exposure to the capitalist world brings a change in his character, though gradually. There are incidents that happens with Karim in the city, when a passenger refuses to pay him and instead call him thief, and when another man does not pay him instead use his services. The exploitation of the weak is present in every society and the subjugation makes him self-centered in his approach. The change is so much so that once he gets so annoyed on knowing that his wife has given a battered door to their neighbor. In a fit of anger he goes there and brings back the door, mind you, the same man who shared egg curry with his neighbors.

Direction is just wonderful and something to learn from. The acting is natural, I would say no camouflaging of events. After watching it I have some really poignant episodes from the film that has remained with me. When Karim meets with an accident, we feel his helplessness and pain, lying intact on the bed and incapable of doing anything for his family. The mother sews extra to meet the expenses and to nurture the dream of their son Hussein ( Ahmed Aghazi ) to buy the goldfish. The scene of all the siblings fighting for a spot to sketch on their father's plastered foot is innocent and cute. The accident brings back the old Karim who has a hope to live and give wings to his son's dream to raise the goldfish.

The antenna episode is a nostalgic one for me, in winters when we visited our village (cable was inaccessible) my father used to adjust it the same way and we( all my cousins), like the boy used to jump with joy when the reception would come.

Director Majid Majhidi takes us to the journey of a man, losing his faith and regaining it and the protagonist justifies it. The scenes shot of in the village is just beautiful, allowing us to peep inside the culture and people of Iran. The community love is there, family values, friendship, love and commitment, in fact Karim and his wife Narghes shares really a romantic relationship.

Talking about the title, it may suggest that sparrows never stop singing and we should take it as a lesson. The scene where a sparrow enters the room and Karim shows his generosity to set him free to fly and thus his son's dream. That’s life, its not the same for everyone but we can try to have the best of it. When the bucket containing fish is cracked, the tears in the eyes of children tells it all . The dream to become a millionaire lies their cold and dead, but the man does not give up. He sings to them in pain and remembers the good times gone by. It’s so encouraging.

THE WORLD IS A DREAM..

THE WORLD IS A LIE….

P.S. Do not miss the movie and show it to your children also. It’s worth it!!



Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Coccydynia ( Lesson learnt)

27th Aug 2012
One not so fine rainy day,while going to the office I was just lying on the ground, numb, whimpering and motionless. Some kind people  came and rushed me to the nearby hospital. Thank you God for sending them to the rescue. I don't even want to imagine if they.. First aid..Injection.. painkiller.. tetanus.. pain and my constant shrieks and  later my friends at my side. My husband was called too.
I dislocated my Coccyx.What? Yes I heard it right..COCCYX. Why on the Earth, ME? Initial bed rest..had to quit the job.There I was restoring my loss. Months passed.. not been able to walk, jog, exercise and  most importantly sit and sleep too. Shit! Life was hell. It was most embarrassing thing to carry Donut cushion around.  I was angry, upset. But would It help? A big no. My husband would counsel me to be positive and I would just shoo him away.Period.
Neither he gave up nor he let me to give up. The best one was the Introspection time." Am I too weak to fight?" Yes, I am.. I am in Pain. What is the big deal about The Pain? Its just the state of mind sometimes. Fight and Fight!" I felt lame.
Few months later, a visit to a cancer hospital changed my outlook towards Life. There I was to meet my good friend's mother (God bless her)who fought the cancer with a smile and courage. I saw many patients putting a brave front against cancer. even babies and infants, Everyone. Shame one me! I was good enough. Why am I wasting my life cribbing about one minor accident. Why was I giving Coccydynia so much importance. Why was I being a crybaby? 
The incident changed me for good. I feel blessed. Its there but I ignore it with my strong will.

The point of sharing this chapter of my life on the first day of 2014 is, Life doesn't come easy, but we have to fight for it. Live every moment with love and smile!

As Ralph Emerson puts it',''It's not the length of Life, but the depth of Life.''


CHEERS and HAPPY NEW YEAR :)

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!



Tuesday, September 6, 2011

2011 and kids...

I have been reading reviews on  Amy Chua's  book on  parenting in a strict  Chinese way ,which she herself has employed on her daughters.  Adapting it   might  be a cruelty  on  tiny tots, but may  produce better results.

Here's my take...

 The world around us is so busy, even a 2 year old have a strict routine to follow starting off at his waking time until  he is made to sleep. From hobby classes to the tuition,   we have forced so much on them , that they  seem to have forgotten the  Hide and seek, Postmaster.. Postmaster   and much more, which we fail to even realize. In metro cities like  Mumbai it is a far sight to see kids playing and  jostling  at  each other,   (okay.. child kidnappers may be around)  rather  they stay  in the four walls to restore their energy after school activity classes .

Now the question is, how they are regaining their energy, and the simple answer, which is practiced   by most of us  is  by letting them some time to catch up their cartoon series  while we take a quick  nap . Neither  the cartoon watching is  a problem, nor the hobby classes, but  surely the timing is. Poor kid.. he has no idea about the word hobby, and we  the ambitious parents enroll him in one after the another .

 The  special bond between a child and a parent seems to fade because everyone is so busy. I  happened to visit  a friend of mine at her place. we were sitting in  drawing room  chatting and her three year old feeble  daughter  in another corner  with her eyes glued on the television screen. I tried to talk  but was left  defeated , not been able to turn  her focused eyes.  In our old  Doordarshan  days  everything was so balanced, we had enough time, time to watch, play, study and getting  cozy with stories of our grandparents.

 These days we are missing out the basic ingredient of childhood, the innocence in them, the free flow of their spirits, rather we make a deliberate effort to  mature them and confining  their minds. Let them go their way and have some space for  you  and for them too. Teach morals and values, time management to them and see how they will make you proud.



Saturday, August 6, 2011

HORRIBLE HEADLINES


India ranks 4th amongst the countries that are not safe for womankind.

In Mumbai itself ,three decomposed bodies were found in a train compartment in different places within a month only.

HORRIBLE HEADLINES

A decomposed body of a woman was found in a train compartment.3 days. no clue about her identity.

 In another incident a body of a woman is recovered from a empty train.smashed face, naked body that describes her.

 A suitcase is found in a train compartment containing a body of a woman,rather pieces. Investigations going on.

A 25 year old woman was thrown out from a moving train by three men for her protest against rape and chain snatching. The girl lost her leg.

A 23 year old girl is shot dead in a crowd.Stalker kills her.
A woman jumps off from  a building after killing her 2 year old daughter. Police suspect  NO FOUL PLAY.
A female foetus is found rather  noticed dumped on a garbage heap.

A woman threw her newborn girl child from 16th floor of a hospital.

A 14 year old was found hanging near a police station. Rape confirmed in 2nd autopsy.

 Another girl of same age is found dead in a forest. Her eyes gauged out.

Incidents of nail man and acid attacks, eve -teasing.


There are many cases ,which are not even registered,the victims bear with silence. Please fight against the ill treatment of womenfolk. let us live free spirited.



Wednesday, July 27, 2011

KRK... the man who knew too much


Life keep us going  until death , but what happens when  you are alive and lose your memory.

 My  82 year old  grandfather .. A great lawyer  and a  great man ,avid reader,  a spontaneous orator. He spoke Hindi, English, recited Sanskrit  verses, and was too good with Urdu Poetry. High thinking simple living that describes him all.  He gets up at 6 am, the routine he had   followed all his life , brushing teeth,  taking  a glass of lukewarm  water  before eating , then breakfast, but now all done with the assistance.  The  lawyer now stammers[faltering speech] when he speaks.  A man once  an avid reader  and scholar , knows nothing about the WORD and WORLD  today.  His  semi paralytic state  has restricted his movement. He is made to sit at one place and remain seated whole day,  [he hates wheel chair]his  habit of not taking a  nap in day remains with him.    I used to go to him with a query  and come back with a contented smile. He was just too good.

Things are different now. Neither we have questions for him, nor  he can  answer. Now he lies here, with  dementia ted state. News papers, television and books means nothing  to him.   The alphabets have moved  out from his brain and people from his mind. It  was  a such a pain to see him when he was asked to sign on some document and the BA LLB had to give the thumb impression.   All gone. His knowledge  of  everything has vanished somewhere and I wait for  some kind of spark  to  regain his lost conscious. But all in vain, I know..

 I wish I could time travel and get him back. How he  used to walk, talk, jog eat read , write and now when I see him it  seems a far fetched dream.[  DAWA DUA.  ]Care , Medicines, prayers  is being done, but who the hell can stop ageing, which  deteriorates  working of certain  cells of brain.  We fail here absolutely.



 Life is like a movie though a long one… We see, we live, we enjoy and we stop since there are no forwards and rewinds. Time is running  and we  can't conquer it always.


P.S God bless him

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

What next ???




I am lost in the humdrum of Life
What is it, that still hooks me on
to go on tastelessly.
I ask myself, with  a bit of struggle
rather I hear a hollow Echo
with in me.
that ardour to rejoice Life lies
on the death bed , on moist
window pane, vaporising slowly
but surely. kind of an
 emotion... may be
sealed with joy or
 may be unfathomed tears.
Or may be I have explored  Life
or may be it remains
 a mysterious journey yet to devour up.










Monday, June 27, 2011

9th April...a kidday!


      9th April…a  kidday



All for the kids... Wow! I just love them and never fail to establish  a connection with them.   My hubby had  a  meeting fixed in a bank ,  I also accompanied him only to sit back  in the bank's reading room, for the financial matters go above my head neither  I do my bit to understand them. So   there I was in the company of avid readers rather people who  chose to wait there and  two  really noisy kids who were a comic relief to watch. The fun they were creating there, jumping from the sofa, the table. From their conversation I got to know  they were  siblings.. One  was being  didi and her  younger brother and their mother was attending a  meeting.  Meanwhile I picked up Bombay Times. The little boy   began with a smile and I  returned too. The point of argument between the two was regarding the coffee. The little one  was desperately  trying to convince his 10 year old  didi for a cup of coffee which his mother  had   disapproved  in clear words NO .  Poor  kid.. He had no idea to use the machine and people around us were sipping one after the another.  So  he started with me.  Here is a piece of our conversation.



Me- come here.. What's your name?

(Little hesitation  on his face, but eagerness  in his eyes.. May be a hope for a  cup  of coffee. Jumping over my sofa he replied)

He (giggles)- devansh hai mera naam. 



Me- bada good name hai aapka..( I tried to get busy with the newspaper)



He- coffee peenee hai.

Mean while his sister appeared who had gone to  try once again on  the strict mommy.



She- maama ne mana kar diya hai. Koi coffee nahi. Paani peeyo.aisa bola.



He- chup kar tu. Coffee peeni. ( to me) didi tu pila na.

 me- chhote bache nahi peete

He- please

Me- mei bhi nahi peeti dekho.

He- lekin mei toh bada hun.. First mei padhta hun.

Me- coffee peene ke liye 5th mei hona padhta hai.



To divert his mind , I tried to engage him in an exercise. He had to identify the letters  which I would  point out for him. He was so excited  and  gave the test  intelligently and with quite a precision .

I spent 15 minutes with him and it worked . People were looking at me if  I was with the kids or a kidnapper trying to befriend children.  Mean while my hubby came back and I had to bid adieu to Devansh.

Me- bye devansh. Be a good boy.

He- didi tu jhoot bol rahi hai. (Shouting)



We had to get some paper work done on another floor and get back again for further procedure. After half an hour we came back and I joined the reading room only to find all new faces and the same kids. He was so happy to see me.Wow moment in his eyes.

He-didi merko pata tha tu ayegi.

Me -tu nahi bolte.

Then we talked, all three of us. He was in 1st standard. To  refrain him from COFFEE  I  began with a game. I would name a color and he would have to identify it, of course his sister was old for it.  All that reminded me of my  childhood days playing color games and word games.

A big thanks for  Devansh. He made my day , kind of.... refreshed all the  childhood memories.



 In the evening it was Tanshica's second birthday party, my friend's  daughter. The gift. I decided on crayons and a nursery rhyme book, colors to make her life beautiful. Although she was looking so pretty like a princess.  After party I  logged on to my facebook account, the basic  necessity, only to regret  that I had skipped to wish my good friend Shazy on her birthday.  Next day the first thing would be  a call to her.

 . . . ( thinking something... but can't express) . . .

God bless  devansh, tanishca, shazy and all of us.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Shades of Life... we fail to see.

Life is beautiful... yes it is when we get everything  that we wished for, or for matter of a fact just like that by chance. Look around  and you will find yourself surrounded with colors. Colors of every shade; dull , bright, sober and many more. We wake up  in the morning and the sun brightens up our day.  Life has multiple shades; happy,sad, opulent, dull, busy and what not .

Let  me just travel Life. A woman with swollen tummy carrying  a life  within . Imagine the feel . A lady, a mother holding her child's hand and  teaching her to walk. What a beauty!. A father dropping  his child to school, a  tiny tot blabbering and learning to talk with grandparents.  A gang of friends enjoying in the canteen.  Two besties going for a walk. A romantic date. Catching up your favourite book or movie. Travelling with family. Marrying your lover.  A  great job. A loving family. A passion to follow. Time for your hobby. Songs and celebrations. A peaceful world to live in . No riots . Brothehood. Prosperity around  you .  Fresh air to breathe. Education . Equality . Purity and innocence prevailing . WOW LIFE !!!!!!!!    All smiles. :-)



Let's flip the coin. Ask a  poor man how hard his life is, the sole bread winner in the family struggling for survival. We will say ''Haaye Bechara''. We see hundreds of  children begging around the stations, sometimes we do  hand  one rupee if we have some change or as a matter of fact , precious time. We watch news to update the death toll in Libya or in Tokyo or any where in the world. How does it matter to us.? "Thank god we are safe here''.  How does a woman cope up with a abused relationship or a man? How does a cancer patient bear the pain? What about the female foetuses dumped , the honour killings? What do people feel  living in old age homes abandoned by their families? What about the corrupt politicians with an unquenchable greed for money and power? Why some body turns out to be a murderer or a terrorist?  Traffic all the way.  An acid attack on a girl .  Children being kidnapped . Suicide . A rape.  LIFE LIFE LIFE !! A sigh...


Here we have everything to call it as a good life, why not make the most of it..?  Why not  immerse in the shades of life and thank God for this precious Life . Why waste time in cribbing ?  After every dark night the bright cheerful day shows up . The happiness is sure to flutter after the sorrowful phase. Life comes as a combo of good or bad moments. If winter comes , can  spring  be far behind? Why not love life, the beauties of life and fight for it with a smile.




Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Lovely Love

When I tasted love. . .
in your eyes,


A strange feeling it was
flavoured with                                           
some unknown emotion                                                
but definitely beautiful                                                    

I just felt it...                                                 
felt like feeling it again
till I am tired
and long for sleep. . .










Monday, April 4, 2011

Waiting for the Second Coming

I saw my self in Lucy gray's innocence an everlsting it was in her
and of course in me
exploring life and becoming
nature's favourite child..

hopping and playing like
 Pip of Great Expectations
wondering like Miranda
 asking curious questions
about the uncertain life.

doing  Sawyer Adventures
and exploring life like Gulliver.
enjoying and  knowing
and relishing the wonders of life.

but for how long...?
how long would I be away
from unsure life
no , no! I won't be a silent spectator
of Innocence Sweeping ceremony
of poor chimney boys.
For how long..? i would be a
suffering  mira or jameela.

but yes i am afraid
afraid of this life
i am a meek Prufrock
no guts to show
  to face weary life around.
I have become hard  Louisa
 no say of mine,
opressed under the
Gradgrindian Life.

The Lucy in me is  decaying,
 i will not let it die,
There is a need,a want for a spark
 with in. A Second Coming
of pure and innocent joys
of Life.