Dor

Exquisite. Thats what I would say if I have to give the review of Dor in 1 word. Simple, beautiful, elegant and moving. Its a movie which carries you along with it. When I see movie like this I really feel that there is so much potential in the Indian cinema which is yet to be realized. In the times when most of the movies present you with exotic foreign locations and story with which you just cant relate, here is a movie which takes you to the valleys of Himachal and the deserts of Rajasthan and has a story which is very much original and refresing and makes a great use of the Indian settings. The story is about two women Meera (Ayesha Takia) and Zeenat(Gul Panag) whose lives intersect because of an incident which makes it necessary for Zeenat to find Meera. And to top that only thing that Zeenat has to find the whereabouts of Meera is a photograph. But that is just the first half of the movie. The best part of the movie starts when Zeenat finds Meera. Thats where you see the contrast between a confident and unwavering Zeenat and a shy, suppressed and dogmatic Meera who by the action of the destiny is holding the dor controlling Zeenat's life. You see the predicaments of Zeenat. You see the fight that Zeenat and Meera are fighting with themselves. You see Zeenat helping Meera to come out of the cobweb created by Meera herself and her family. The interpersonal relationship between Meera and Zeenat has been depicted beautifully by Nagesh Kukunoor. Gul Panag and Ayesha Takia look stunningly beautiful in their simple looks and have played their characters superbly and Shreyas Talpade is really refreshing. Its a movie which was hailed as one of the best movies of 2006 and is surely a must watch.

Solitude is vicissitude

Finally, all of them left. I had wish that the moment could somehow be delayed. I just wanted the things to remain the way they are for as long as possible. It was really depressing to see off Kush and Shanu in the morning. I think today I get to know how Mummy feels every time I come back to hostel from home.

A void has come in the life. And this solitude is biting me. All I see while walking through the wing is closed rooms. I had thought that once all of them were gone, I'll start with my studies. But I really didn't feel like studying today. The wing doesn't look the same as earlier. I am missing those frequent knocks at the door, that evening phatta, those annoying gtalk buzzes, those PJs, that spending time in other's room. I am really missing my friends. I spent my noon reading the novel and playing scrabble with Saucy on facebook. In the evening five of us went for that evening stroll. And after that it was just me, Saucy and Vatshy at my room. I got the glimpse of what the life is going to be in the fifth year. I think it will take me a day or two to get accustomed to this new environment. Its really the time to move on.

Years of joy

After four years, the dream finally ended and the eyes opened. Yes, it was a dream. There were no worries, no obligations, no duties. Just some simple and plain fun. Pranks played, jokes made, people teased. There were some wake up calls every now and then. But the sleep was too pleasant to get disturbed by these small interruptions. But the dream had to end. We knew it since the beginning. But we never realized it till the end. Not till the first of us went away. A glass broke and the pieces were scattered. And then suddenly there was emptiness. The sanctuary had been disturbed. The restlessness set in. New abode had to be found.

Some relationships are like a canvas painting. One new hand of paint and the old identity is lost. Some others are like a writing on a sand at a sea shore. With each wave, the words diminish and after some time they are forgotten. But some others are like monuments. They remain intact. You cherish its beauty. You remember it every now and then. What we build over these four years was a monument. A memorabilia for the lifetime.

Over the years, things were learned, perspectives were developed. And all this while, there was an assurance that there is someone by your side. They might not always be with you. But you can feel their presence. Its soothes you, comforts you to know that there are people who matter to you and to whom you matter, people who would bail you out in the most difficult of your times.

There were times good and bad. There were parties and there were altercations. But then, that is what life is all about. And that is what we learned. We came as boys and are now leaving as men ready to face the world ahead. And at this time of separation, the hearts are heavy. But we are determined to stay in touch. The reunions are discussed and planned. But not every plan could be materialized. People do get busy in their own life. This could well be the last time we were seeing some of them. The years of joy have finally come to an end.

Empty Mind - A Devil's Workshop

Its high time I need to do something constructive. Sleeping, preparing myself for sleeping, gaming, roaming and movies are not turning out to be sufficient enough to pass 24 hours of a day. It leaves me with a hell lot of time. I have begun to think over things that I have never thought upon till now. Thoughts that are totally unrelated. And in these thoughts I am constructing an alternate universe. A universe in which I am perfect and everything is well and fine. May be I should start organizing these thoughts. Who knows that one day I may come up with my version of Alice in Wonderland.

Thesis work is long due but I am still not feeling like working on it. I have also delayed the CAT and placement preparation. I have realized that my locus of control lies outside me. I really need someone else to control my action. At home, it used to be Mummy. Now, there is no one. But I am looking for that someone.

These summers are turning out to be one of the most boring phase of my life. I am looking for some good books to read. I am also thinking of writing that short story that I have been meaning to write since eternity. I also feel like writing the next poem. I am also thinking of penning down my experiences of the past 4 years. Damn it! I am again confused. I need to direct my energy in one direction. But where to direct it ? I think, I'll decide that later. Till then, all I have is Avril and Clint Eastwood.

Catcher in the Rye

Have you ever been in a state of purposelessness. Well I have been. In fact at this very moment when I am writing this post, I am. The aims are well within the sight. But I don't have any motivation to go for them. These days I dont have any zest left for reading, writing or studying. I am facing each day as it comes, without any plan or routine. I am testing the limits of procrastination. I am trying to avoid my work and in the process I am doing things randomly. Sometimes I am reading a novel, some other time I am lying on my bed listening to my favourite playlist and some other time I am watching some random sitcom. May be its the summer that is causing this. Or may be this is me. Wouldn't it have been wonderful if things remain the way they are. Why do they have to change? Why do we have to harbour an ambition? Why do one has to become an engineer or a doctor or a banker? May be because otherwise life would be dull and boring. May be that is where the real fun lies. But I am not getting that fun. If given an option, I would just like to be a catcher in the rye.

Nights..

I love the nights
I love the darkness
I love the silence
And also the stillness

I love the coolness
Of night and of the moon
I love the relief
From the scorching noon

I love the yellow lamps
I love the trees they lit
I love the trees they hide
The trees tall and big

I love the twinkling stars
I love sky black and blue
I love the music
I love the dew

I love to stroll
I love to think
I love to watch the fan
Without a blink

I hear the insects
From the world unknown
I love to stroll
I love being alone

Kush Sharma aka Bad** aka Transporter

His characteristics are so dominant that they have become his aliases. Kush is a package of unexpected things. On meeting him, one cannot get any idea of the person who is behind that innocent and smiling face(with a french beard). He is great cycler(can carry 2-3 people on his cycle for which he has earned the nickname Transporter), a great programmer and a great gamer(here we are 'just' talking about the computer games). He is someone who does everything in excess. When he reads, he reads like a maniac. When he watches movie, then there is nothing in his world except movies. When he sleeps, he sleeps like a dead man. His bathing and cleaning habits can disgust you. These along with his eating habits can make you wonder how this guy manages to remain in a condition he is in. As I have already said, he is a package of unexpected things. One day out of nowhere, he writes a poem. Another day, he suddenly starts chatting with some girl. And some another day, he even takes a bath. He is a great writer, a very imaginative person who comes out with some excellent one-liners from time to time. He is very friendly and helpful person. But the part that I really admire about him is that even before coming to IITK, he knew what he wanted to do. And he did whatever he could to achieve it. He could also be ranked as the most talented singer of our wing after me. Do watch out for our duets in the future :).