The Girl With Red Roses ..

This goes out to a little girl whom I saw selling roses at a traffic signal. I saw her while I was happily loitering in Mumbai, when my auto stopped at a Bandra signal. She stood before us with a weak smile on her face – a street child, downtrodden, shabby like them street kids, who all look the same. I was in the middle of pitying her when the auto guy hopped ahead as the signal opened.

Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa: SRK mouthorgan sad scene

I am writing here, or anywhere, after an aeon (but for my infrequent diary writing & my frequent facebook status updates) (have been thinking more and writing less for the past couple of months) Not that I have much to say now.

Anyway, sharing the video link of one of SRK’s earliest movies “Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa“, when he was fresh from theatre and had an undiluted method to his work (my thoughts purely)

<1:40:00 to 1:44:00 in the link below>

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-579915694811968072

The following scene is made special by…

Fathers’ Day Poll: Do Not Participate ;)

This is one weird post, but because I’m not posting anything anyway these days, here I’m putting a “top 5 bla bla” list I found while slipping over some hyperlinks on some website homepage..

Picture this !

http://movies.rediff.com/look/2009/jun/16/dads-women-love-to-see-in-their-undies.htm

This was a Fathers’ Day Poll conducted and this is the preference given by the womenfolk in Amreeka ..(well mostly, though one may have to admit that there must’ve been a few *yay* (i mean <happy>) men too from around the world wishing things their way ! )

In any case, I’m sure there could’ve been a better 

creating a scene :)

“मुहब्बत की फर्श पर कुछ यूँ टूटा एक सच जैसे कोई सपनों की झालर नीचे आ गिरी हो… सब तरफ काँच के टुकड़े यूँ बिखरे, पर ना जाने क्यूँ मेरे पाँव की दहलीज़ पर आकर रुक गये…तुम्हारी नज़रों की तरह शायद उन्हें भी कुछ एहसास था…”

The idea is ki jis tarah tum nazrein nahi mila paayi and all that.. : )

PS: This wasn’t through any personal experience.. : )

There are two kinds of lovers inside me..

 

There are two kinds of lovers inside me…the rustic, roughened guy who has a ’straight’ way and the modern guy who deals his girl in overt ways. The first guy is a plain chap; he doesn’t know of fine ways to keep his girl hooked. His love however is unrelenting, singular and large in absolute terms. The modern guy is refined and his love is playful, even tricky, and has more colours. The love itself is however not exactly enormous or crash-proof.

I don’t know which of these faces of mine to show when I come across women.

I don’t know between the ‘GOOD MAN’ and the ‘artful lover’, who wins?

Asked differently, say….. between a good husband and a foxy companion, who wins ?

And are combinations available? (and before that, possible?)

Asked differently, is there a GOOD MAN ?? ;)

(Is the answer too easy?)

smells and nostalgia – memories of a happy childhood !!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

This is a rather quick jotting of some childhood memories. Everything about this post, other than the intention, could appear vague. But that’s how it is with most good memories; you can’t always explain to others what exactly is good about them, can you? Also, generally, the sense of ’smell’ has a very big role in making an idea/a moment memorable for me; dunno if it’s a common thing with most people.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         Here’s the list – call it my ‘top 7′

1. The after-rain smell (‘petrichor’ it is called). While it’s a common experience for us ‘tropical’ people, in my case the pleasure in later years has limited itself to just the singular aspect of that smell. Earlier it was like coming together of all senses, all happinesses. I don’t know where has that complete feeling gone. Although the smell I’ve smelled/smelt (?) every season, the whole magic could never get recreated.

an elegy on the death of a dear bird’s child

pic courtesy: http://www.runningjayhawk.com/2007_06_01_archive.html

This story is both a happy and a sad account of my interaction with a bird (yes!) that lost her child a few months back.

This bird used to chirp and pitter-patter outside my room. It gazed into my window and took curious notice of its own reflection (in what is a reflective-on-the-outside glass pane) and beat its beak upon the glass. It flied around hurriedly and playfully from twigs just outside, softly landing on the window sill and then 

The Sky :)

I love gazing deep into the sky at nights : ) 

Was wondering what would I have to say to a person who asks me why do I love the sky… so here is my four line (that’s really little : )) extempore dedication…and affirmation. It’s a simple, single thought; dun expect much.

This I wrote yesterday when the night looked

“my epitaph, if one were to ask me”.. :)

 

I’ve always had this strange thing about epitaphs. I’ve had a very curious attraction to them, perhaps inspired by some childhood English reading.

People say Life treats us all differently; isn’t it that we all too treat Life very differently, each in our own ways, having our unique set of experiences and lessons… !! : ) 

I think the one line that a person has to say on his/her having lived is the strongest statement you can have of him/her.

And there could be so many variations to it, both in meaning and mood- I would just display a glimpse below.. : )

Also, as if to prepare , I notice small statements here and there that could be true epitaphs of myself. 

To the extent possible, I have

Pulp Fiction

This is what (I feel) good scriptwriting is all about. 

It is that “Jack Rabbit Slims” restaurant scene from the movie ‘Pulp Fiction’ (direction and script by Quentin Tarantino, of Pulp Fiction fame ) Everything looks good about the scene though there is nothing compelling here that makes the actors stand out or anything that takes the story forward. Very well written.

As of acting, I like the way Mia says, “Why would you?” (at time 1:48 in this video) and I also