LOVE! I know I'm too old to even think of this topic but everytime I read or watch a movie where love is portrayed in the fashion I always dream of, I just cannot help but think of LOVE as if I just turned sweet sixteen yesterday.
With nothing better to do, I flipped through the movies available online and happened to come across a movie called DHOBIGHAT. checking the casts, I saw Aamir Khan's name and was surprised, how come I had not heard the name of a movie which had such a big star in it. Anyway, knowing that Aamir Khan's movies are almost like a gem, since he does only one movie in a year(I hope this information is true).
The movie did have Aamir Khan but it didn't have anything interesting to cling on.Other than the hero himself I didn't recognize any of the other actors in that movie.I would have clicked out the movie if only I had any other stuff to do, so I continued staring at the plot which had me sneering at one of the most highly rated actor in Bollywood. The movie ended before I could feel "that was some movie!".
I looked out of my window and the sun rays were still dancing in all its glory. The day seems to stretch like the most elastic rubber ever produced when you are bored to death. Trying to tramp on the bad taste left in my heart by that dhobighat, I clicked on another movie. (This better be good!The cast looked promising, there was Hrithik Roshan and Ashwarya Rai Bachhan).
This movie wrung my heart with its scenic beauty and I loved the entire feel of the movie. Ethan(played by Hrithik) is a quadriplegic who pleads for his death after battling with his vegetable life for twelve years. Euthanasia! (I wished I could show this movie to my students who have to deal with this topic while studying their novel GIVER). The movie touched the deepest pockets of my soul when at the end the court denies him his death but Sophiya(played by Ash), his nurse for twelve years accepts to grant him this wish.
What left a big lump in my throat was the proposal of marriage made by Ethan to Sophiya just after her acceptance of granting him his only wish-death! Watch this movie Guzarish and tell me if this beautiful scene doesn't squeeze out some tears(well, this could happen only if you understand love!).
The movie ended and this time when I looked out of my window, the sun was an orange ball mildly bouncing in the far end of the ocean. As the waves lashed its ripples I felt it was the sun crying my tears. It broke my heart to know that maybe!maybe there is such kind of love some where in the niche of this huge wide world.
Tears still peeping through the window of my soul, I then thought of the previous movie and was almost about to say that was a 'howry' movie, I jolted with complete different understanding of the movie that I had failed to see before. Dhobighat too deals with the theme of love but I didn't feel that 'cause unlike Guzaarish, the love in Dhobighat is more found in real life. There is a boy who is a dhobi who falls in love with an elite NRI who in her westernized attitude forgets that for somebody like Munna the only possible relationship between man and woman is LOVE.Then there is Mr Aamir Khan himself who plays a secluded in oneself kind of painter. His solitary life is not just the fact that he is an artists but owing to the fact that his wife has left him. Although the beautiful NRI girl is charmed by their casual 'mistake' after meeting in a party, he doesn't reciprocate in the same manner. However, this painter derives his share of love when he moves to an apartment where he finds some assortment of video tapes and other items left behind by the previous tenants. The lady in that tape records each moment of her life so that she can send it to her brother. Unknown to himself, these tapes inspires him to produce more paintings and the glow of love radiates on his face. But the movie ends with none of the character getting the love of their life. The Dhobi guy gives the new address of the painter guy to the NRI girl sacrificing his love for her. While the girl knows the painter will never love her back, the painter himself gets submerged in the agony of the the truth that the lady in the tape has committed suicide.
Such is the twists of love,it strikes at the most unlikely being at the most unlikely hour. So is love ever a reality?Or just mere plot woven to capture the heart of the audience by the writers?
write
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
My IT teacher-my daughter
She means serious business whenever she gets a chance to fiddle her favorite toy. Taking a chance of her uncle's laptop before she got her own.
I simply love the way that tiny fingers tap on the keyboard.
The girl with the blue hairband,my IT teacher, intently peering at her own laptop.
MY li'l one needs a chance on her sister's laptop, but the big sister is in no mood to share her priced possession, so I come up with a solution......
She has to make do with her barbie laptop till her next Bday(the day she turns three).
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Lesson from my Daughter
"Oww ani mama dhi,"she says frustrated that her mother is a very bad learner. People might think I'm fibbing when I say this that I've learnt a lot of new things about computer usage from my six years old daughter.But its the truth and nothing but the truth.
My daughter has been fiddling with laptop since she turned three. Most of us, the parents, we don't allow our kids to touch costly appliances in the house, out of fear that they will break it. Cost of the appliances is more realistic and prominent than the knowledge our kids could get from fiddling with it. But me and my husband have always put everything aside for the happiness of our kids. So when she started fiddling with the only laptop we owned back then when she was barely three, we allowed her to, although it would pull our money-minded heart sometimes for she was not 'stay on one page kid'. She would ask the password and before she started going to school to learn her alphabets she started typing password and opening our laptop to play games on it.
I've never been keen on any electronic devices, it could be attributed to the fact that we never had any fancy electronics during our childhood days or maybe the only much used electronic device was the home-made water-heater that killed people in my town. So the fear of electrocution has always kept me away from electronics.
But my daughter has a different eye, she is too much into such devices, be it cell phones, video games or computer; she has mastered it before me. Two years ago she taught me how to insert our picture from MY DOCUMENTS and put it in the WORD page and then type after it. She didn't have words to type but she would type in her own jumble of words in that page. That was the first lesson I received from her. After that came so many features in online games.
Recently she has taught me so many things in skype. But what she taught me today has left me totally baffled. We were skyping and as usual she wanted to start the chat as well. She always writes my name instead of calling me 'mama' when we chat. But she made a slight error while typing my name, well, that happens with everybody, even with us the grown ups. I mean I re-read my posts and I always find some typing errors on it, so I haven't given much importance to it. But she says,"oh! a mistake!" and she does something and I see that she has correctly typed my name but the previous mis-spelt name is no longer on the page. Mystified I ask her how she did it.
"Oww, ani mama dhi," She laughs. She always says this line when she actually wants to say,"you are so stupid"(well, I'm her mama, how can she call me stupid). So then she instructs me, "type a word", I give her my solemn look and prepare to type a word I have in mind. Before my fingers reach the key board she warns me, don't write the correct spelling. I write a word just randomly and click on the enter. "OK, now this word is not correctly spelt, so now press on the shift button, then enter button, then click on the upward arrow," my little teacher instructs me. Whoa, she is too fast for me, I do it but the out come is I land up entering the correctly spelt word while my previous mis-spelt word is still there too.
Ten minutes later,I'm still trying to do it but it doesn't work while she does it and it works. She is agitated with the fact that I can't pick up what she, a six years old discovered on her own. I plead,"Baby, please click on the share button and show me how to do it." She scolds me,"This grandpa's desktop is too old and the share button is shaky, it's not working."
She gets an idea.She calls her eight year old cousin and makes her hold the web-cam so that I can see how she is doing it. Its another ten minutes. Her cousin complain of strain in her hands but my stupid brain still can't get it right.
"Oww ani mama dhi," she repeats exasperated. Finally after another volley of instructions later, I master that. She claps and says," Good, now don't forget that!"
(Can you guys believe it? This is no fiction, this happened this morning, really, truly. I'm writing this cos' I'm proud of her mastery. Nobody can stop a proud mother from flaunting about her daughter's skill, I guess).
My daughter has been fiddling with laptop since she turned three. Most of us, the parents, we don't allow our kids to touch costly appliances in the house, out of fear that they will break it. Cost of the appliances is more realistic and prominent than the knowledge our kids could get from fiddling with it. But me and my husband have always put everything aside for the happiness of our kids. So when she started fiddling with the only laptop we owned back then when she was barely three, we allowed her to, although it would pull our money-minded heart sometimes for she was not 'stay on one page kid'. She would ask the password and before she started going to school to learn her alphabets she started typing password and opening our laptop to play games on it.
I've never been keen on any electronic devices, it could be attributed to the fact that we never had any fancy electronics during our childhood days or maybe the only much used electronic device was the home-made water-heater that killed people in my town. So the fear of electrocution has always kept me away from electronics.
But my daughter has a different eye, she is too much into such devices, be it cell phones, video games or computer; she has mastered it before me. Two years ago she taught me how to insert our picture from MY DOCUMENTS and put it in the WORD page and then type after it. She didn't have words to type but she would type in her own jumble of words in that page. That was the first lesson I received from her. After that came so many features in online games.
Recently she has taught me so many things in skype. But what she taught me today has left me totally baffled. We were skyping and as usual she wanted to start the chat as well. She always writes my name instead of calling me 'mama' when we chat. But she made a slight error while typing my name, well, that happens with everybody, even with us the grown ups. I mean I re-read my posts and I always find some typing errors on it, so I haven't given much importance to it. But she says,"oh! a mistake!" and she does something and I see that she has correctly typed my name but the previous mis-spelt name is no longer on the page. Mystified I ask her how she did it.
"Oww, ani mama dhi," She laughs. She always says this line when she actually wants to say,"you are so stupid"(well, I'm her mama, how can she call me stupid). So then she instructs me, "type a word", I give her my solemn look and prepare to type a word I have in mind. Before my fingers reach the key board she warns me, don't write the correct spelling. I write a word just randomly and click on the enter. "OK, now this word is not correctly spelt, so now press on the shift button, then enter button, then click on the upward arrow," my little teacher instructs me. Whoa, she is too fast for me, I do it but the out come is I land up entering the correctly spelt word while my previous mis-spelt word is still there too.
Ten minutes later,I'm still trying to do it but it doesn't work while she does it and it works. She is agitated with the fact that I can't pick up what she, a six years old discovered on her own. I plead,"Baby, please click on the share button and show me how to do it." She scolds me,"This grandpa's desktop is too old and the share button is shaky, it's not working."
She gets an idea.She calls her eight year old cousin and makes her hold the web-cam so that I can see how she is doing it. Its another ten minutes. Her cousin complain of strain in her hands but my stupid brain still can't get it right.
"Oww ani mama dhi," she repeats exasperated. Finally after another volley of instructions later, I master that. She claps and says," Good, now don't forget that!"
(Can you guys believe it? This is no fiction, this happened this morning, really, truly. I'm writing this cos' I'm proud of her mastery. Nobody can stop a proud mother from flaunting about her daughter's skill, I guess).
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)