tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-194972512024-03-13T17:19:25.740-04:00Rama Drama!Only the snobbish and arrogant indulge in talking about themselves."So..what was I saying about my new iPhone Bob ?"RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-70633695132384134602012-04-05T03:16:00.006-04:002012-04-05T03:56:59.051-04:00Voice Over Voice!<a href="http://graphicshunt.com/funny/images/bald_head-13056.htm" target="_blank"><img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/b/bald_head-13056.bmp" border="0" alt="Bald Head" /></a><br /><br />V: I have got only one year to live.<br />VO: Is it Cancer? Blood clot in the brain?Tumor?<br />V: Does it really matter how I die ? Why am I still wondering if I locked my car in the parking lot?<br />VO: Can we get back to the larger issue here?<br />V: Why did I turn off the sound check while locking? It's an annoying sound.I am sorry.<br />VO: So, what do you plan to do in the remaining one year?<br />V : Definitely turn the sound check in car lock remote<br />VO: Anything apart from Car,Parking lot or that friggin remote?<br />V: Yes. I want to resign my job.<br />VO: Fair enough.<br />V: Borrow a million dollars.<br />VO: Why just a million? Why not 10 million?<br />V : Well,I won't get approved.Moreover they might suspect I am going to die without paying.<br />VO: (hysterical laugh) That would be too ironical....okay..what else?<br />V: Well, I will probably find out where Sujata is.<br />VO:The second grade mean girl who broke your front two teeth?<br />V: Yes..her..I want to tell her I love her..She was my first love.<br />VO: I thought it was Sister Stella who was your first love<br />V: Well, Sister Stella was my first elderly love.<br />VO: Whatever that means..<br />V: Don't interrupt me. I want to see Rajnikanth.<br />VO: And do what? Make 5 somersault dive in his house?<br />V: Watch Sachin Tendulkar bat..<br />VO: You might wanna put a rush order on that one before he retires...who else ?<br />V: Hmm..Kiss No.6 from Battlestar Gallactica.<br />VO: You mean Tricia Helfer ?<br />V: Very much Trish. She appears near me just like she does it with Baltar.<br />VO: Maybe thats why you have the tumor.<br />V: Now you're interrupting my flow again<br />VO: Alrite..What else before the clock stops?<br />V: I don't know why am remembering toilet seat in my India home.<br />VO: Do you wanna pee?<br />V: Actually i do but you know i can't now..damn..now am thinking about the time my brother hid my underwear forcing me to run naked in the front yard.<br />VO: Ouch..hope you were not a teenager then.<br />V: Nope..I was 5 but I still watch over my underwear even in closed toilet.<br />VO: TMI...move on..before you gross me out.<br />V: Well, I also want to kiss Kajol.<br />VO: Where...never mind I asked..who else do you wanna kiss?<br />V: Maniratnam<br />VO: Ewww!<br />V: Dude..I meant i want to see Manirathnam..<br />VO: Thank you Lord..<br />V: And ofcourse Rahman.<br />VO: Why don't you add Shahrukh, Aamir and every other celebrity in India?<br />V: Nada. I have literally "Thousand places to see before I die".No time.<br />VO: Hmm.What about doing some good to poor people? Charity? <br />V: Am gonna die..gone forever and you expect me to do charity ? am sure I will see some of those poor people following me soon..I will take care of them then..assuming they paid for the seat next to me in the bus to hell.<br />V: Why Hell? Are you sure about not going to Heaven?<br />VO: Well..I will be too bored in Heaven..moreover after working most of my life as corporate coolie, your body is more suited to live in Hell.<br />VO: Good point..OMG....you arrived finally!!!<br /><br />V: Hi..can I have a Cafe mocha latte with non fat milk,no sugar please?<br />Starbucks Kristina: Sure..thanks for your patience waiting in such a long line..you're the only one who was so quiet and kind.<br />V: Ohh..no worries..it's the holiday weekend..I understand.<br />VO: Really....?!! understand my ass..you were so pissed off..you had to make plans for your funeral because of this long wait.<br />V: Shut up..she is super cute..now I don't want you in my head for the next 5minutes while i enjoy this coffee.<br />VO: You know am not going anywhere right?<br />V: Don't I ?<br />VO: May be when I return, instead of this one year death scenario, lets do the plans after winning mega millions..<br />V: Out now...<br /><br />Blankkkkkkk Mind!<br />Coffee!<br />Silence!<br />Stillness!<br />Completely in the "moment"!<br /><br />VO: R u sure ?RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325251812578858271noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-54538024533094738242012-03-12T11:44:00.014-04:002012-03-12T14:54:01.427-04:00Like Crazy!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuYznXh3ZIo/T14zM_uI_sI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZgtKvvjEQi4/s1600/like_crazy11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719064875163516610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QuYznXh3ZIo/T14zM_uI_sI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZgtKvvjEQi4/s200/like_crazy11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Being in bonded Love is a kind of intense addiction that manifests a deep yearning in your core pervading every moment of your existence with a sublime, ethereal bliss when together and an equally painful, breathless imbalance with reality when apart.</div><br /><div>"Like Crazy" is one such story of the emotional journeys of two bonded souls learning to deal with their vulnerable hearts against the roughness of reality. Jacob and Anna are LA University students who meet in a class. There is instant chemistry between Jacob(played by Anton Yelchin,the funny accented Mr.Chekov in Star Trek) and Ana(delightfully potrayed by Felicity Jones) as she submits her paper in his car windowshield with a note that she is not crazy. They meet over coffee where the reticent Jacob and the quirky British born Ana exchange sweet nothings. </div><br /><div>Falling in lust is commonplace. Falling in needy love is even more predictable. What's rare is falling into an experience of earthy naturalness that sneaks under your skin like sunlight,spreading all over you,filling your abysmal depths with oneness,imprinting that feeling in your DNA, making you realize that this is Loving like crazy! Ana and Jacob get to that place slowly as Ana shares her first writings, Jacob builds a chair inscripting "Like Crazy" and they spend days in bed over the summer. As Ana's visa expires, the impending seperation scares them. In a moment of fear of seperation, she decides to extend her stay violating her visa terms which proves detrimental. Ana is stopped from entering to US when she returns back from UK and is deported.</div><br /><div>Sometimes when you find someone that shakes your being, your initial reaction is to reject it. You do your best to get away from it as you are scared about your ability to handle that loss. As Ana and Jacob realize that it is hard being seperated, they decide to move on with their lives. Jacob finds Sam in his office while Ana dates her neighbour Simon. The bond that exists inside though is hard to rip it out. Both of them realize that out of sight is not out of mind. Drake Doremus brings out that subtle loneliness even though Jacob is surrounded by many people. Jacob gives in and calls Ana in London as they both run out of breaths seeing their inevitableness to be together. Jacob moves to London and they get married hoping their Visa issues will get resolved in six months.</div><br /><div>Reality strikes the couple as their visa application goes in limbo. In the emotional battlefield of "together and not together", they succumb to the scars of loss and decide to seperate. Jacob gets back with Sam while Ana gets back with Simon. The compromises they make for convenience covers the wounds of their bonded souls. The movie ends on a whimper than a bang. Ana and Jacob do get together and you hope they can heal together.</div><br /><div>Drake Doremus literally followed the characters with his handheld for this movie that gives an intimate uncinematic evolution of these protagonists. There is no set pieces that collide together in a climatic act 1,2 and 3. There is no big manipulating background score trying to accentuate the mood. Instead, it's all real and quiet, very much like the characters. Infact Anton and Felicity wrote most of their dialogues.</div><br /><div>I am not too crazy about "Like Crazy" but i like it for it's courage to explore the concept of pain of seperatedness and in that respect, it achieves it's goal more or less.</div><br /><div>As Ana says,"the wholeness was rather a luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me."! </div><br /><div>You will find your gory bits somewhere in it's ninety minutes!</div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325251812578858271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-81835478326117382692012-03-01T19:03:00.005-05:002012-03-01T19:56:41.979-05:00Intertwined Interludes!<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgUU_w2ttz0/T1AN46FmIFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vm1TgmmHvrg/s1600/Ladywithflute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IgUU_w2ttz0/T1AN46FmIFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vm1TgmmHvrg/s400/Ladywithflute.jpg" width="323" /></a></div></div>T'was a hollow wooden heart, strolling alone in Jungle,<br />Until picked up by a Princess, who poked perforated holes in it;<div><br />Arose a mellifluous melody, in his beat and her breath,<br />Forging an eternal song, swallowing time and distance;</div><div><br />New Rhythms everyday, dictated by her whims and skeptical brows,<br />Punctuated interludes, raised by her heaves and muted smiles;</div><div><br />As she retreated, to her dutiful Kingdom,<br />His punctured heart, lost it's freedom; </div><div><br /><div>A World created in their symbiotic exchange,<div>Now holding their destined gift in silent estrange;</div><div><div><br /></div><div>An unacknowledged truth masked in indifference,<br />Rising his doubt of their spiritual effervescence;</div><div><br />His universal balance exists in a song,<br />Held in her breath to whisper along!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325251812578858271noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-47638668517842362142012-01-24T21:31:00.000-05:002012-01-24T21:31:38.578-05:00Alone..Together!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fears alone,<br />
Stronger together;<br />
Tears alone,<br />
Laugher together,<br />
Thoughts alone,<br />
Silence together,<br />
Desires alone,<br />
Passions together,<br />
Constricted alone,<br />
Liberated together,<br />
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Mind alone,</div>
Hearts together,<br />
Fog alone,<br />
Sunshine together,<br />
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Cold alone,</div>
Warmth together,<br />
Battles alone,<br />
Peace together,<br />
Past alone,<br />
Futures together,<br />
Never alone,<br />
When we are together!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-8260266233037194492012-01-18T23:40:00.004-05:002012-01-18T23:47:08.964-05:00Warrior's Princess!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ra-jadU5r4/TxefAqoCwXI/AAAAAAAAATM/CaQ_tqjCdDI/s1600/jodha-akbar-poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ra-jadU5r4/TxefAqoCwXI/AAAAAAAAATM/CaQ_tqjCdDI/s400/jodha-akbar-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699198687251710322" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">His Kingdom lost, in her piercing eyes,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">Threatening his sanity, her beguiling smiles!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">She sat in her throne , concealing her simmering core,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">His Armor bore, the brunt’s of her ornamental adorn! </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">Her clanking bangles, speak a language of trust,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">Far away must he be, to understand their beauty to nest! </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">Her dangling earrings, filter her wavering fantasies,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">His cranky heart creaks, must labor these cascading realities!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">An Earthly shiny ring, revolves her lifelong existence,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); ">His fiery Sun ray, evolves as her eternal shadow for sustenance!</p><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325251812578858271noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-46887605966340851022012-01-01T16:22:00.006-05:002012-01-01T16:33:12.590-05:00Toast to New Chapter!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DH3Ji8FI9Y/TwDQ1gdv4CI/AAAAAAAAASw/1dRz2hNunhA/s1600/Indulge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DH3Ji8FI9Y/TwDQ1gdv4CI/AAAAAAAAASw/1dRz2hNunhA/s400/Indulge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692779546662658082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">In our short life history, every New year is a New chapter. </span><div><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">You are the hero/heroine of your life and you play several roles. </span><br style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Every chapter involves some old characters, some new faces and sometimes new characteristics to old faces. </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">At the end of every chapter, you reflect on the various colors these surrounding characters bring to your life. </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">You never know if these characters will come with you in the next chapter, vanish forever or some old ones reappear unexpectedly.</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Your journey continues knowing all you have is the present moment with them. All you control is the moment you are creating right now with them. </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">After all, the final chapter of our life is already predetermined. </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Accepting that impermanence, releases us from the burden of "forever" and enables us to be with them "completely forever" in the moment!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">The beginning of every new chapter is Hope. </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Hope that your favourite characters remain in your life.</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Hope that you march into your unknown story with love,patience and deeper understanding! </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Hope that you evolve into a fuller, blossoming bundle of awareness for you and others around you!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">The beginning of a year is a bookmark of your life that marks your triumphs, failures, disappointments, tender moments, intimate silences and indecisive paths!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Rejoice before you march on!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Remember before you move on!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Revive before you breathe fully!</div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Here's a toast to your next chapter! </div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: -webkit-auto; font-size: small; ">Drink life, feel the spirit and indulge!</div></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10325251812578858271noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-91409924998164843112011-12-14T02:08:00.001-05:002011-12-14T15:05:28.777-05:00Serengeti Cindrella!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The rules of Serengeti have been laid down for centuries for one reason-Survival! It contains the collective intelligence of millions of years.There is a reason why the Tiger hunts down Gazelle and Snakes gobble Rats.If you wonder why doesn't the Elephants stomp on rabbits and eat them instead of starving for months to find a particular tree to chomp on leaves,the answer is a simple process called Evolution!<br />
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That's why the story of Layla,the strong hearted, stubborn but tender Lioness from Serengeti and Raja,the intelligent,arrogant but skillful Snow Leopard from Maasai Mara is unique.<br />
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They came together for survival in a strange migratory land in the plains of Maasai Mara.It had been fourteen months of drought,the longest ever both had witnessed.Layla had to feed her little precocious cub,Luna, while Raja was looking for a land to call his own. As the drought continued, Raja realized he needed a partner to conquer this land. As he saw the strong lioness migrated from Serengeti walk towards the plain, he decided to do what no other Leopard has ever done before him for millions of years. Make a Lioness as his partner in hunting. He showed Layla the lay of the land.<br />
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In the jungle, everyone has to earn their keep. To Raja's surprise, Layla proved to be more than a worthy partner.She surprised him with her moves striking with less energy while Raja would strategize for hours changing positions ten times before a kill. Raja's stealth matched Layla's straightforward kill.Together, bound by survival,they forged an unknown,unusual, unique bond.Their differences vanished under the stars filled sky as they shared stories of plains filed with rivers and beautiful deers. When the survival instinct recedes, when the necessary niceties go away, you peel a layer that's more honest and true. That's where Raja saw Layla's unique way of seeing life in the Jungle and realized how similar they were spiritually. They both 'kill for necessity"and not for the joy of hunting. They shared tid bits of their life that revealed a master canvass of each other that was being painted on each other's psyche. It was a controlled revelation yet contained nuggets of truth that both knew contained precious vulnerability. They shared in trust knowing the other could usurp the land. First hesitantly, then willingly, and on some days when their respective individualistic free animal spirit took over, none whatsoever.<br />
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In the plains of Maasai Mara, they climbed trees, hid low in the grass and counted the star streaks in the open sky together. They left clues in the trail and met at the rendezvous point in the wee hours of winter mornings. It was only a matter of time before one of them did the unthinkable. As always, it turned out to be the impulsive Leopard,Raja. He fell for Layla. He knew about her cubs, her pride but he also knew this was not based on survival probability or prosperity in the plains.This was purely a soul connection that tugged at his heart during lonely hunting nights. There was a need for sensing each other in the core that reassured and replenished each moment together with content and bliss but at same time light and warm in the grassy playground with tender touch. <br />
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Life is transient in the plains.It is cruel, unforgiving and hits you hard with reality. Raja knew he was holding on to Layla because his kill had a purpose beyond feeding oneself. When they hunted together, plotting each move, matching each one's step, arriving at same pace,backing away at right moment before plunging on the prey, what got killed was lost in their minds and what mattered most was what got created in their hearts. Raja knew the truth in that moment that Layla makes him alive. With her, it's not surviving the plains but living the plains. He felt sure that Layla felt the same. He knew that their time together was the soul nourishment that fueled the time in between when they were not together and his days were not counted by the Sun but by the intervals between their meetings. It had nothing to do with other members of his species or hers. He felt the bond that he knew was special and wanted to believe Layla felt the same.<br />
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Raja decided to let Layla know his feelings. What better way to let her know than by sacrificing his kill for her ? As Layla looked at his elaborate hunt laying infront of her, she withdrew. She wasn't sure what Raja needed. She couldn't believe that this Leopard would be so stupid to pursue someone who was from a different species altogether.The biology, anatomy and physics, all of them denied together in her core. This created a slow rift as Layla felt conflicted. Raja knew he can wait as one day Layla would know he meant the eternal bond that defied everything she knew but Layla began to sense the danger in this relationship.While she was thankful on one hand,she had a hard time categorizing this bond between them. After all, they were two independent cats responsible for their own members of their family with fear of revealing too much as they wanted to protect their identities and the free land.<br />
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There is a saying in Serengeti that says "The dreamer is entertaining, inspiring and rejenuvating but in the end, he will get you killed". Layla knew this fact and has always been a realist. She made sure she was a spectator in Raja's dreams as she knew his world revolved around her. It only made her feel more proud but as she returned with the food to feed Luna, she knew where she belonged.She was sure where her loyalties lay.She was sure she would return back to Serengeti from Masaai Mara soon.<br />
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Raja would get glimpses of their old times after that day and then suddenly she would turn into the head of pride that is solely responsible for the protection of Luna. He didn't mind the dualities as in his mind, what they had was unique irrespective of the other realities. He was happy as long as they met in the plains to do their dance. Some days, Raja would get frustrated at her lack of acknowledgement of what they have.They began to hunt separately now and share whenever Layla felt sorry for Raja. Every time she indulged out of gratitude, Raja would build more castles between them. <br />
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Layla did not understand what made Raja to be so enamored with her. She was a Lioness and he was a Leopard. She could not allow herself to be dragged into a dreamer's world that would conflict with her pride family. She knew that was her purpose in life.She liked this crazy Leopard that dives, rolls and hunts just to please her but she knew she can't acknowledge what he wants. She did not believe in his eternal bond as it interfered with her realistic world.She realized he was making it difficult to leave this place without feeling guilty. She sent him on a mission to fetch the finest of water from Nile river in Northern plains.<br />
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Layla finally left Maasai Mara to Serengeti as Raja went on his mission. She knew there was no easy way to do this. As Raja returned to find an empty plain, he knew she had left. The winter set in as the trees became bare. Raja sat alone in the middle of open ground and looked at his face in the Northern Nile water. He saw what Layla saw in him and why she left. He is but a Snow Leopard imagining a unique connection with a Lioness that has a different purpose. Layla can never accept Raja and come on his soul journey because she believes in the life on the plains. Not the one beyond it. <br />
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As Layla saw her little cub Luna join the big pride in Serengeti, she knew she had come home!<br />
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Raja began his long walk out of Maasai Mara, never to be seen again! <br />
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Life in the jungle continues unabated!<br />
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*Picture taken in Taronga Zoo in Sydney<br />
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Ever had a "feeling" that boiled you over in an instant with your mind still grappling to put that sensation into a word, so you can describe that moment later, as you think it will help you to deal with that situation,if not,at least, have a place for it in your mind so your heart can move on ?<br />
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This is where your mother tongue usually comes to rescue. For all the greatness of English language,there are many situations, where it is just plain inadequate. But when it comes to certain situations involving technology,even your mother tongue can't help you as they hardly grew in vocabulary relative to English.<br />
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Can you remember how you felt when someone lashed at you for pointing out something they did wrong ? Perhaps you were trying to help them.Perhaps you wanted to change them for better. Maybe you told them something as it was going to cause problem to someone else. Yet, they sprang at you with vile vociferous curses.Your immediate instinct is legitimate anger,justified rage and righteous retribution! As you see, there is no one word to accurately describe that. However, the Japanese, have a term for it. It's called "Gyaku Gire"! If you show your anger/drama at someone because they told you the truth or caught you redhanded, then you are using the technique of Gyaku Gire. <br />
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Simple. Authentic. Straight forward. Even though I don't know Japanese, I can see myself saying,"Stop your Gyaku Gire!" and move on. It really helps you to put that situation in perspective instead of being confused and angry and stuck. That is the power of "situational description" words. They bring joy, calm, ecstasy, anger, hurt, love, our entire world in perspective, if we just knew how to articulate it to ourselves and others.<br />
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This made me think of other situations where i would love to have a word than be glib about it.<br />
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When you are listening to your CD collection or iPod, there comes a pause between songs and your mind races instinctively humming the prelude of next song. What do you call that ? "A Great recall?"<br />
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"Meandering" and "Wandering" sounds insufficient to explain how you actually hyperlink words and stories when someone is talking while you are on a different website,different world, inside your mind!I really wish I had a word to encapsulate that.<br />
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What do you call a tune that pops up unannounced, torturing your whole morning,before you give up and suddenly reveals itself exactly when you realize that you have been wearing your new t-shirt with tag for almost a week ?<br />
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How about the earthy smell that swarms you before rain or the tiny fingers of a baby or that dreamy perfect kiss in an empty beach during sunset at 4am in your deep slumber that feels very real ? These situations deserve their own words than some phrase to explain in lengthy fashion.<br />
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What about those you fondly recall sharing your umbrella before they turned into jerks and screwed you over ? We need a word for all those wonderful people whom you liked at one point and never want to see them again!<br />
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Do you know the moment when your self morphs from an excited illusion,falling into burnt dark brown earth,shrinking into an unknown version of you? A version that would make dementors lick their fingers to devour you? A version that you have to carry across the desert with no hope ? A version that after months of gloom, slowly regains the strength but more wary, less wise but sometimes with more understanding of the times you were flying ? <br />
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When you think of memories with someone and the eventual loss of that person, what probably hurts most is the loss of our version with them. The version where you dared to do things without fear. A version where the words fell on the pages without effort. A version where inspiration was a feeling that you transmuted effortlessly in to works of art. A version where you felt the movement of beating heart pumping more than blood. It's the unknown unsaid equation that both of them knew. It's a lie that both of them live up to and some of them succeed in making it true. Perhaps all great works of art arise out of it. A pretentious lie that the belief of it by the person you love,makes it true. And when that person rejects that version or doesn't acknowledge it, another version emerges. <br />
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Maybe we all are used to versions from our birth. One to Mom,one to siblings,one to granddad and one to the taunting bully in fourth grade.We get comfortable with our versions. We pat ourselves on our back at our ability to switch between our versions. There is a version where we share our secrets. There is a version where we protect those secrets fiercely. <br />
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And then, there are Versions with people who upgrade you. Transform you. <br />
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Like your history teacher who told you,"If you want to study differentiation, look at Moghul era, if you want to understand Integration, look at Ashoka.Math will help you earn money, History will help you earn respect!".<br />
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Like the day you realized your parents aren't even middle class when you asked for that donation to engineering college. Like the day you realized the job that paid you the most is not the one you want. Like the day you found that your injury to shoulder doesn't make you eligible for any professional sports. <br />
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Maybe there is a cycle to all this. An uninhibited raw free spirit version. A mishap. An accident of life events that causes you to stumble and fall. You rise up cautiously. Live carefully. Aware of pitfalls but you fall nevertheless finding a new one. You have an urge to feel integrated but your realities don't allow you to. You juggle your versions knowing well which one is real. And, when your real one takes a beating, you re-form,re-morph,re-cleanse and start walking always longing for a previous version or hoping for a newer version. <br />
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Perhaps our goal is to find a version that gives us peace.To live a version that makes us whole. To accept our versions,constantly effacing,resurfacing,refacing our core forming a new version of self!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-87177189075283875082011-08-21T19:17:00.000-04:002011-08-21T19:17:28.846-04:00Soul Hug!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvak8aM4H3A/TlGRtfwv1jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n-LA9dj77XU/s1600/soulhug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvak8aM4H3A/TlGRtfwv1jI/AAAAAAAAAF8/n-LA9dj77XU/s400/soulhug.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
A 57 second transcending full embrace,<br />
Revealing each others true buried face,<br />
Holding warmly under the blue wide sky,<br />
Feeling the fall of every escaped sigh,<br />
Assuring the doubtful rising heave,<br />
Soaking this moment that'll never leave,<br />
Holding tighter rising above reality tomb,<br />
Recreating safety of your motherly womb,<br />
You and I disappearing in each others arms,<br />
We and us spreading as Halo in our nerve farms,<br />
An Unpossessed hug that possesses every core path,<br />
Forging new meaning in the depths of our hearts!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-49454691191135235022011-04-08T21:27:00.001-04:002011-04-09T15:18:38.219-04:00Arrested Thirst!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsxwmNf69Lk/TaCv8JhXZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q2hZxF6dR1U/s1600/prideprejudice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RsxwmNf69Lk/TaCv8JhXZOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q2hZxF6dR1U/s400/prideprejudice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</div>How do you sum up the fulfillment of a generation's quest ? How do you express the collective euphoria of a common prayer being answered in exactly the same way you dreamed about for years? How does a passionate inspiration lift you to shatter your inner doubts to realize your own full potential ?<br />
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Today, just a day after Fool's day, eleven men on the cricket field,fooled you in to a magnificent trance for 510 minutes, winning the World Cup after 27 years. To understand the magnitude, I have to give you a personal history lesson.<br />
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I was seven years old when the first World Cup was won by India, which I never saw, but always heard stories about Kapil's dare devils humbling the mighty West Indies. I watched in agony the 87 World Cup when Graham Gooch swept my dreams in semifinals. I endured 92 World Cup,watching my idol, a young 19yr old then called Tendulkar,smashing the best world class bowlers to pavilion only to see rest of team members letting us down. <br />
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Perhaps, the most painful Cricket memory was watching India lose to Srilanka in semifinals of 96 world cup.The image of Vinod Kambli crying will forever be etched in my psyche. 1999 World Cup was unique for the fact that I watched the games outside my country with fellow Pakistanis surrounded by curious rednecks only to crash out again. 2003 was a highlight year. I now had an apartment with cable connection and India was not a country of snake charmers anymore. We played with grit and heart to reach the finals after one of the most memorable Pakistan thrashing innings by my hero.However,the gap in skills were exposed excruciatingly in the finals by the Aussies. By now, the unfulfilled dream had reached two decades. I have vented enough about <a href="http://ramamoto.blogspot.com/2007/03/c-c-indian.html">2007 World Cup</a>.It is only befitting that my 1996 memories are erased by 2011 victory over the very same Srilanka.<br />
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The wait was worth it!<br />
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Today, is the culmination of an era. My Generation's era. An ascension from Young confident men to Assured middle age. From passionate impulsive heart to calm skillful execution. From peaks and lows to measured balance. From contended mediocrity to expecting excellence. From martyring dreams to dog headed perseverance. And no one embodies this generation more than Tendulkar.<br />
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Every sport has it's heroes. You have the jazzy Jordan jumping in rhythm during clutch times. The elegant Federer with his sublime forehand surrendering opponents. The brave Armstrong who accelerates his bike over right turns to dash over the finish line. What all these sportsmen don't have is carrying a billion people's expectation for 21 years. What makes Tendulkar the greatest is not his majestic cover drive of Brett Lee, but his ability to bring joy to the man who spent his three month's earnings to watch India play Pakistan. His ability to remain humble and dedicate himself to the craft for 20 years. His ability to transcend race,age,creed,nationalities by his sheer showmanship and skill. No one deserves this World Cup more than the still 16yrs old, quintessential Indian Demi-god.<br />
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Every country has it's share of events and moments that shapes the attitude and confidence of the generation who witnessed it. The Indo-China war of 1962 changed our Army forever. The emergency period in 75, took us to brink of communism. The performance of Zubin Mehta and Pt.Ravi Shankar exposed our Artistic wealth to World. A young,idealistic Rajiv Gandhi revived a nation after Tragedy only to succumb to corruption and his own tragic death.The Mumbai blasts, IT boom, Telecom revolution, World's back office,Call Center, Foreign cars, Installment schemes,outsourcing and Rahman's Oscar win, have morphed the divergent populace resulting in confident, strong, brave India. It is no surprise that 2011 World cup win is a culmination of two decades of measured strides. <br />
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Should we remain content in this glory time? <br />
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Great Nations use moments like this to shape future course.<br />
It is time to move up to next level of excellence.As we rejoice in 1.2 billion voices cheering together, it is time to elevate those voices into nation building actions.No more kids begging on the roads. Clean water and Clean streets. Accountability of public leaders. No more farmer suicides due to lack of food. Consistency and Quality in our services.<br />
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Can Cricket teach us lessons to solve our life and country's ills ? <br />
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All we need to do is find inspiration in our finals run chase. <br />
Focus on task at hand irrespective of expectations.<br />
Not try to win by fours and sixes but running hard for one's and two's.<br />
Not depend solely on one person but knowing Nation Building is team sport.<br />
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And above all, electing leaders who perform with common sense and sense of calm when rattled,leading from the front,pulling all levels of people with care and love!<br />
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It's a New Dawn and we all have a role in it!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-9177591113473333742011-03-30T00:34:00.003-04:002011-04-09T15:12:26.708-04:00Dormant Panic!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSoKWc8nt9c/TaCpW5ms46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7wosfY8Hi_Y/s1600/emotional-dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSoKWc8nt9c/TaCpW5ms46I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7wosfY8Hi_Y/s400/emotional-dance.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">An impatient heart losing it's balance,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Known trigger shooting without senses,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Gathering each day the scattered pieces,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Regaining my sanity without any semblance!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Perhaps its all an imaginary castle,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Conflicting inner twin with justified rastle,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Deluded assumptions is my heart's hassle,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Denying every moment with bow and tassel!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Show mercy to quieten this aching howl,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Give strength to survive if's it's run afoul,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Save my spirit to hide from my scowl,</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Acknowledge my love to fulfill my soul!</span></div></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-45872103048463647612011-03-27T12:50:00.022-04:002011-04-09T14:44:48.718-04:00Agora!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzkbpzdLmGI/TaCo9SfaSuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JIDqjOIR5tc/s1600/Agora.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FzkbpzdLmGI/TaCo9SfaSuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JIDqjOIR5tc/s640/Agora.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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What makes someone inspirational ? What drives someone to make the hardest of inconvenient choices ? What pushes sane compassionate human beings to degenerate into fanatic blood hungry animals ?<br />
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Agora, directed by Alejandro Amenabar, tries to address all these and more in a period piece set in 4th century A.D. in the great city of Alexandria, raising more questions than answers stamping it's relevance even in 2011.<br />
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The City of Alexandria is at the cusp of religious transformation. The Roman empire has fallen and a new religion called Christianity is spreading like wild fire among the oppressed. The Pagans are still holding on to their past glory while the Jews are caught in-between Christians and Pagans. Amidst all these chaos, stands firm the great library of Alexandria. Here,the most beautiful and respected philosopher-teacher,Hypatia, teaches astronomy and math to a diverse group of students. She is constantly trying to solve the mysteries of the cosmos; Is the Earth, center of Universe or is it Sun? Is the Earth round or flat ? Does the Earth revolve around the Sun or vice versa? If it is revolving, how come we don't feel it ?<br />
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It is this obsessive passion and thirst for knowledge that makes Hypatia the object of affection to three of her students. Davus, her most intelligent lovestruck slave; Orestes, who expresses his love for his teacher in front of everyone in annual play ,only to get a rude harsh rejection; Synesius,who is thankful to her courage for protecting him,a Christian, among Pagan majority.<br />
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The story revolves around these three students and Hypatia and how the events outside the walls of the library change their lives forever in a climate of religious intolerance.<br />
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The attention given to details of this period makes you sit up and enjoy the little things like the clapper used during play, the detailed statues, authentic period costumes, the CGI rendition of city streets, ocean, market place, cultural mix and the way camera descends from stars to the open veranda of Hypatia's bed as if the Gods themselves are watching with curiosity the happenings on ground.<br />
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Rachel Weisz, radiates and embodies Hypatia. There is a certain luminance in her face that fills up the whole screen and instantly makes you want to sit next to her and listen. Davus, brings his lustful love,mixed with oppressive anger towards the Pagans beautifully to screen. His repressed love for Hypatia along with the religious fanaticism in the streets,makes you think about the things we don't control no matter what the heart wants.<br />
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One of the boldest moves in the movie is how they have depicted the dangers of religion over state. It reminds you that there is a separation of Church and State not to protect Religion from the clutches of government but State from fundamental religious leaders and their intolerance. The Pagans kill innocent Christians, the Christians kill Jews, the Jews kill Christians. The director doesn't spare any group. The other bold move is to not let any character behave like holier than thou. The knowledgable philosopher has slaves, the dedicated Christian soldier goes from feeding the poor to killing the innocent simply because they don't believe in Jesus, the Roman law keepers choose the majority mob over peace and allow genocide and plunder for political gain, the Bishop picks selective passages from St.Paul to twist the meaning of verses(very much like fundamental Imams in Mosques). No character is left without their flawed side and no group is spared their ugly darker side. It takes courage and conviction to portray such uncompromising display of our fallibilities. It also makes you wonder how fragile, we as society are, even centuries later when you hear about Darfur, Kosovo and the tribal wars in Africa.<br />
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There are flaws in the movie as it almost seems like two parts. One, the times in the library and other, after the students have grown into their adult roles. The pacing could be faster and the constant violent scenes could have been shortened but considering the times, it is probably ncessary to drive home the human insanity.<br />
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There is a scene when Orestes asks Hypatia how can she be so obsessed about cosmos when people are killing each other in the streets. As a viewer, you feel he is justified while you also understand the pursuit of things that are greater than one self or your current situation, even if that situation is a choice between life or death. Socrates died drinking a vial of poison as he wouldn't compromise on his beliefs. Bhagat Singh died as he wouldn't compromise on his vision of free India. A strong passionate belief is what makes them inspirational. Having a purpose beyond self, in and of itself, makes every moment worthy of living. Even if that life is curtailed, their idea,ideology and belief lives on.<br />
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Agora is an epic drama that shows the conflict between Science and Religion, conflict between Survival and Choice, conflict between Secularism and Religious intolerance, and above all, the struggle between Loyalty and Love!<br />
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Relish it!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-84573432129661463712011-03-24T18:39:00.005-04:002011-04-05T23:43:05.249-04:00Phantasm!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/3061623692_ecdec8a302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="403" width="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/3061623692_ecdec8a302.jpg" /></a></div>A Phantasm,<br />
That rules our hidden microcosm,<br />
Sharing our whispers,<br />
Under the Silent darkness,<br />
Stretching our hearts unguarded<br />
Yet guarding it all when the Sun rises,<br />
Letting it flow unfettered <br />
Yet steering it uninhibited,<br />
Knowing the destination is close,<br />
Yet feeling so morose,<br />
A sense of rowing alone,<br />
Waiting for a sign in the glowing phone,<br />
Perhaps it is a suppressed whisper,<br />
That lingers and caresses, <br />
Falling in your heart with momentary kiss,<br />
That you were hoping to be eternal bliss,<br />
Such is the Moods of seasons that impress<br />
Weaving aching knots sewn by your seamstress!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-77389565248633427642011-03-07T00:41:00.000-05:002011-03-07T00:41:21.774-05:00Pause!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oV0qwRC1Uv0/TXRt-XOEmpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bM_Yrjr58Oc/s1600/pause.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oV0qwRC1Uv0/TXRt-XOEmpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bM_Yrjr58Oc/s1600/pause.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">A Pause, to examine that broken part,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Toss, that flips between Mind and Heart!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Voice, that rises up from deep within,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Choice, that defines your inner feeling!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Noise, that still exists in the outer layer,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Poise, which you yearn in your daily prayer!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;">A Loss, which you fear will end in pain,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> A Cause, which you know will forever remain!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Pause…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Accept…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Savour..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"> Let it be..!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you stop yourself while in the middle of a free fall? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you withdraw when you slowly step into a quick sand where the view of rain forest is perfect knowing you are sinking deep each moment?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you control the racing heart that seems to beat on its own rhythm controlled by an external force?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Can you stop yourself from not obsessing about the process of getting high that makes you feel alive? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is during times like these that you need an anchor to hold on to. A reason to restrain. A reason to hold on to sanity. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A moment of pause for self-preservation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Self is deluded in free fall. The exhilaration, thrill, rush makes your senses disappear as you are not thinking about the final descent and lost in the beauty of the moment. The joy of thousand lives is lived in those few seconds that makes everything else immaterial, including life. The question is, can you find an anchor during that fall to prolong it? To hold on to those “falling” moments?<br />
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<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More importantly, when you find an anchor, will you hold it long enough to pause without getting enamoured by the surrounding beauty and find a way to enjoy the scenery, warmth and gratitude for reaching those heights? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lot depends on your maturity in the climbing process and your ability to restrain.When you lose your restraint and loose your grip on your anchor and willingly let go off your foothold, you enter the zone of free fall. Free fall with hope!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hope that you will reach your destination. Pure Faith! Pure Instinct with honest intentions!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It takes a lot of courage to let go as only one in a million land on their feet. For the rest, it’s an impending crash. And the part that’s broken is not made with bones. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yet, we risk ourselves every time to climb, step by step, with a sense of déjàvu. Perhaps, the reason is that some people want to fly. They are suffocated by the predictability and safety cocoon of Earth and this climb for a jump, gives them a purpose. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A purpose to see the extraordinary in ordinary. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A purpose to live in a different plane that imbalances their soul equilibrium letting them know of its existence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A purpose for the heart to feel alive in spite of breathlessness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Self-preservation is for cowards. Restraint is for the fearful. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Letting go is pure giving and giving in! The falling is wrought with grave danger, but, even if you are going to crash, there is those few seconds of bliss in descent. And for these optimistic hopeful climbers, that is better than dead-soul existence on the ground!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes! There is a possibility of broken hearts that might cripple them for life and kill their optimism to climb again. But, if you survive, with each broken fall, you understand your inner terrain better. You realize your missteps. Maybe you will gain the perspective to anchor yourself and enjoy the Sun next time. Maybe you will gain the insight to accept and stay on the ground and enjoy the mountains and sky from below. Just Maybe!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But there are those eternal searchers who will climb relentlessly each time, jumping, sooner or later; seeking their destiny and destination to land on their feet and hearts in tact! That’s the day they will stop climbing; that's the day they will be content and peaceful having found their soul destiny on Earth! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-1393594088028973432011-02-20T15:04:00.000-05:002011-02-20T15:04:05.707-05:00Sigh!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1wHnkg4mmY/TWFyo-e9-dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Uey0yb5w6E4/s1600/charlie-sigh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k1wHnkg4mmY/TWFyo-e9-dI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Uey0yb5w6E4/s320/charlie-sigh.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><br />
He Sighs<br />
To Resuscitate himself,<br />
As She keeps<br />
Stealing his breaths,<br />
Every time<br />
He thinks of her!RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-2712104900898864922011-02-09T19:10:00.001-05:002011-02-14T11:52:27.304-05:00Simmer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TVMsi0413pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w2FyLppK3as/s1600/Simmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TVMsi0413pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/w2FyLppK3as/s400/Simmer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let it Simmer,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let it Flow!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don’t force it,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don’t rush it!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sink deep in you,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Seek the real you!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Watch you emerge,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Before you submerge!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your restraint is sweet pain,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your constraint is lost vain!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your sighs fill you,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your cries calm you!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It is slow and steady,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Measured Insanity!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Longer the Simmer,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Assured thy heart a winner!</span></span></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-11774397962016785222010-12-07T02:23:00.000-05:002010-12-07T02:23:45.754-05:00Be the Sun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TP3eQgc8PeI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ln3diBnqxQA/s1600/be_the_sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TP3eQgc8PeI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ln3diBnqxQA/s400/be_the_sun.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">You’re far away for a reason,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">As She knows if you are near, it will be treason! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">You soak her, in your rays,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">But she can’t escape now, from her earth bound ways!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">You are tempted, to cross the line, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">But she knows her conflicted heart, cannot bear the pain! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Your restraint, leads to silence,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Her duties flow, feeling your presence! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Your restless heart knows, the irrefutable fact,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Her melancholy smile says, it is our pact! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">It’s love without ownership,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Why struggle for guardianship?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Your heart, has her place,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Be assured, of her space!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Give her, the right energy,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Watch her grow, with your synergy!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Shine on her, everyday,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Don’t impose on her, your every say! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Know your role, in this Universe,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Your joy comes, feeling her verse!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">You are partial, to what makes your heart Sing,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Let her free, to watch her fly with wings! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Do your duty, as the Sun,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Sink in her beauty, as one!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">This is a test, of your inner fire,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;">Carry her warmth, beyond your pyre!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 2.0pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together;"><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-20204569186678312882010-12-02T23:52:00.001-05:002010-12-03T10:49:51.110-05:00Attraversiamo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TPh3LLKsblI/AAAAAAAAADg/7W5oeq8Q1Jc/s1600/800_eat_pray_love2_1008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TPh3LLKsblI/AAAAAAAAADg/7W5oeq8Q1Jc/s400/800_eat_pray_love2_1008.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When you eliminate all the necessities and strip your self down to its bare bones, if you are left with just a word, you know that’s you! Unvarnished, raw,core essence of who you are. Sometimes, it’s more than a word,maybe two, rarely three but anything more than that is just a derivative or unnecessary! </span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Words are universal and they strike a chord irrespective of the language. An “Om”(</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Absolute reality</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">) could be the basic origin of all words to someone that connects them to their inner self! A “Maktub”(I</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">t is Written</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">) could become a little boy’s guiding light in the dark to the realization of his dreams! An “Attraversiamo”(</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Let’s cross over together</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">) could be your journey over to peaceful place within your self! And when things go downhill no matter how good you think you are, nothing says it better like “Shlimazl”!</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps the most profound one’s are those that makes your lips curve and smile just by saying them,like,“Mellifluous”! You feel it flowing without any hurry yet elegant like a princess walking by with gait and balance and the right curves! You can’t say “Swasame”(</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Breath</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">) without sinking your breath and letting it go with love. There are some fleeting emotions that arise and vanish in a second but have a way of melting in your conscious. Not many languages have a word for those moments but the people of Tierra Del Feugo, living in the southernmost tip of South America must know about vagaries of love more than any other culture. They have a word called “</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mamihlapinatapei</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”. It means a look shared by two strangers who feel connected in an instant yet each one is hesitant to make the first move even though they know both of them want to.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The words of necessity makes us worry. Makes us petty. Makes us suffocate in ourselves. They take the beauty out of ordinary making us miss the extraordinary surrounding us. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Money”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Mortgage”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Salary”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Control”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Traffic”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Socks”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Deadlines”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">”Approval”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the other hand,words of desire,dreams and unconditional love, liberates us. Makes us pause. Makes us generous. Makes us capable. Makes us purposeful.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Intimacy”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Wings”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Cuddle”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Puppy”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Hawaii”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Grace”.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12px Helvetica; margin: 0px;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The more we collect these gems, the more we are equipped to walk with our heart. Words are thoughts. Words are suggestions. Words are the fuel to our feelings. As you pick the right one, digging through all the junk inside you, buried under the layers of heaviness and feel it rising up, finding a way between the crevices of your ventricles, reaching your neck and jumping in waves from your throat,finally gushing out, being freed from your heart, you realize,you are lighter,happier with a content smile of having understood that word. When you see your listener smiling back for having received it, you know that word will now travel to spread the joy! </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Attraversiamo!</span></i></span></div><div><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-79001328010594875632010-07-18T16:30:00.001-04:002010-07-30T15:21:05.414-04:00Inception - The Immersive Dream!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TENkTT8UTGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CySYvzzHmlc/s1600/inception_ver15_xlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TENkTT8UTGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CySYvzzHmlc/s640/inception_ver15_xlg.jpg" width="436" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“It is on the whole probably that we continually dream, but that consciousness makes such a noise that we do not hear it!” – Carl Jung</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>The best way to judge an act is always ask yourself what you felt in the end. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">If you felt exhausted and still deliriously happy, you know it was a memorable love making session. If you felt relieved, content and peaceful, you know your baby is fast asleep. If you felt a heated argument is getting resolved without saying a word, you know you are holding your lover in your arms. If you yell “Damn!” at the last scene with 100 other people and still scratching your head yet happy you managed to hold your feet through two hours and thirty five minutes grasping the concept in last half hour, it just means you have experienced Nolan’s “Inception!”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To say Nolan is the combination of Cameron, Spielberg and Kubrick, wouldn’t be an understatement after watching “Inception”. Inception is a high stake, ensemble, heist movie of subconscious proportions that takes you through layers of dreams each with its own set of rules defying gravity and time continuum. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">At the core of this ensemble is Cobb, played by Leo Dicaprio, who is fighting his own demons due to his wife’s suicide.Marianne Cotillard devlishly plays Mal, Cobb's wife living in his dreams. Ellen Page plays Ariadne, the architect of dream world. Joseph Gordon Levitt plays Arthur, Cobb’s right hand man. Tom Hardy plays a charming, witty Eames who can forge his appearance in dreams. Dileep Rao plays the chemist Yusuf whose potion induces heavy dream state while Ken Wattanabe plays Saito, an industrialist who is planning to plant an idea in Robert Fischer Jr’s mind(Cillian Murphy), the son of dying Energy company giant, that will lead to dissolving his competitor’s company.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Cobb and his team are experts at stealing ideas from someone’s mind but here, the job is to “plant” an idea that will germinate and dominate that person who will feel so strongly about it as he feels it is “his” idea. He feels it is his “Inception” of that idea. Leo convinces that he can do it and gets his team on this dream adventure. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">One of the most quotable quotes from this movie is going be,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">What's the most resilient parasite? An Idea. A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules. Which is why I have to steal it.”- Cobb</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nolan doesn’t give you a moment to get used to his world. The movie starts with a meeting in dream world with characters you have no idea about. It moves at a breath neck pace and you are left wondering what the hell is going on. You are not quite sure if you are seeing events in dream world or real one but the slick cinematography, strong acting and urgency of the characters pulls you into those events and you go along with the ride. You realize Cobb is separated from his two kids in America and he is desperate to see them. Saito is making a proposal that’s hard to refuse but it’s dangerous. Michael Caine does his usual “I am the Master and you are my best spoilt student” routine and gives Cobb, Ariadne ,who is supposed to be even smarter than Cobb. You get to see some of the best natural, seamless, breathtaking effects as Ellen Page and Leo walk up the folded streets of Paris in their dream world training. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Unlike Matrix, where Lawrence Fishbourne takes you in to a training program and explains exactly what is happening with Agents and “real world”, Nolan, purposely doesn’t explain. He wants you to scratch your head, drop your jaw and stay confused. He teases your intellect and wants you to figure out his puzzle and maze. This is a huge risk and it will either make or break his movie but then, as the movie progresses, you get more information like you pull a person in his dream state into a constructed dream world by the architect of the team and you make the person believe it is “his” dream. Now, you can take this person below another level of dream where the two minutes in level one becomes 2 years and 20 years in level 3 and 40 years in Level 4. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">YES! Dream within a dream within a dream within a dream!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The genius of Nolan is in making this an action adventure, showcasing events in each dream level where the slightest disturbance in one level, causes ripple effect in others causing the characters to levitate, fill with rain, fill with antibodies pushing the “artificial dream world ” out as mercenary armed fighters. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The charming characters, the inner demons of Cobb, the seamless effects that brings all the rules onto the screen will make the movie goers watch it again and again, decoding it, deciphering it and make it a classic! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Since the Matrix series, there hasn’t been an intelligent, complicated, high concept, entertaining movie like this. This is what makes Hollywood the “Dream Factory!”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Watch it! Watch it again! And Close your eyes with caution!</div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-525395995458369392010-06-30T23:53:00.001-04:002010-12-04T11:52:57.897-05:00Midsummer Mid-sentences!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TCwQ2tY3u-I/AAAAAAAAADI/nJmTvZnQqbo/s1600/the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TCwQ2tY3u-I/AAAAAAAAADI/nJmTvZnQqbo/s400/the-girl-with-the-dragon-tattoo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Complication wasn’t new to her. She has been used to it since her teens. It is accepting simplicity that would be beneath her as voting for Republican Party. However this did not make sense. She grew up listening to Eurythmics constantly reminding her “Some of them want to use you…some of them want to be used by you”. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">His straightforward responses, seemingly honest tone and unassumingly un-manly behavior has thrown her off her game. It was not supposed to be this way. He was meant to behave like every other asshole that gave her shelter. She expected their advances and allowed her dignity to be willingly pillaged as she locked her soul tightly until the storm was over. She knew the ritual. She knew the motions. She knew the rationale. The mind has a way of applying logic to its convenience and blocking every inner voice from your heart. She repeated the numbers inside her head. 509.508.507. It helped her calm down. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She knew her count. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She loved her Math. When the rest of normal people complain about it, she found it fascinating. The patterns, the logic, and the way seemingly unrelated equations get joined by faith and proven by assumptions that made sense to her senseless life. She could never understand how anyone can not love this beautiful language of equations that balances and unbalances at will yet it rears its head up at unexpected places like the tilted frame of her Mother that is held by the corner flower vase creating a unique triangle that would have made Pythagoras smile in jubilation. Numbers are real. Numbers don’t talk back. Numbers don’t take advantage.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She told herself to breathe. He is not like others. He is truly caring. It is my past sins that make me prejudiced. But he is still a man. A man with a dick. And she knew she couldn’t trust anyone with a dick. It is natural. It will happen eventually. Perhaps not today. Maybe not even a month from now but it is eventuality. It is only a value for X in the equation. The impulse will take over. The hunt is in their blood. It is evolution. Prey them. Take them into confidence. Win their trust. Make them dependent. And then Pounce! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It’s been over six hours. He hasn’t invited others to showcase her. He hasn’t opened her door and barged in. Count. Stop obsessing. Count. 357.356.355.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">She knew her count.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And finally he came.She decided to let him. She felt his resolve weakening as he came closer. She counted down. Maybe he is innocent. 121.120.119. Maybe it’s not impulse. Maybe he means it as an expression of love. 44.43.42. Maybe he shouldn’t have sold young girls from Nepal as the encrypted files in his laptop shows. Maybe he shouldn’t have shouted “Fuck Me Bitch!” to that 14-yr old who came crying to me. She counted down. 03.02.01.<br />
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There were no more numbers. There was nothing left to do as she stared at him with her knife in his gut!<br />
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She knew her count. She added one more to it! </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-78183286566898140572010-06-22T00:41:00.008-04:002010-06-22T18:33:01.796-04:00Curse of a Maniratnam Movie!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TCA5onc3QII/AAAAAAAAADA/QT7B2J_6Gn0/s1600/Mani-Ratnam_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="513" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TCA5onc3QII/AAAAAAAAADA/QT7B2J_6Gn0/s640/Mani-Ratnam_.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">To say I can watch a Maniratnam movie objectively is like asking Dick Cheney to assess Iraq War dispassionately. Nevertheless, I do have the power to call my other twin Gemini during these times to do the job. Before I start I have to give a little history lesson.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">They say the impact to your senses in the first 20 years lays the foundation for the rest 50 years of your life. My movie life’s foundation was filled with Mouna Raagam at 11, Nayagan at 12, Agni Nakchatram at 13, Geethanjali at 14, Anjali at 15, Thalapathi (Dalpathi) at 16, Roja at 17, Thiruda Thiruda at 18 and Bombay at 20. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">While I saw many movies during these times, inevitably Mani’s creations would stand apart. His movies were filled with intelligent characters, breathtaking visuals, women who spoke their minds and a sense of believability for the most part. His one-liners often conveyed what five paragraphs couldn’t convey.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><u>Sample</u>:</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">“I need to marry Saira Bhanu”-Shekhar</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">“Over my dead body”- Narayan(Shekhar’s dad) </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">“I can’t wait that long!” – Shekhar.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">His range includes, Mouna Raagam, a silent emotional journey of a strong woman; Nayagan, an epic life saga of a young 10yr old boy till his 60’s; Agni Nakchatram, a struggle between two step brothers; Geethanjali, an intimate love story between two terminal patients. Anjali, a soulful, tragic story about an autistic girl; Roja, a crisp, tense, patriotic commentary on terrorism; Bombay, a topical, insightful and poignant story of a family caught in the midst of communal riots. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">You call a movie a classic when it stands the test of time. It’s a classic when you find a new nuance to appreciate even after years. It’s a classic when you can’t find a flaw in terms of screenplay or acting even after you have grown past your adulthood. It’s a classic when your opinion of that movie still holds after your exposure to other great movies. Mani produced seven classics in a decade. And then he gave Iruvar, Alaipayuthe, and Yuva to add to that list(Thiruda-Thiruda,Thalapathi and Guru doesn’t qualify, Dilse, Kannathil Muthamittal came close but not quite there yet). </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">With such a track record, and my genetic lenience, I wait with bated breath for Mani’s movies. I ache for another Nayagan experience. I pray it is another Roja visually. I expect an elated feeling of having experienced a new world filled with strong-minded characters when I come out of the theatre. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Alas! With each recent Mani movie that doesn’t live up to his own standards, this Mani Fan feels let down for the lack of more classic additions from his repertoire! </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t want Shahrukh Khan to die in the corner of no-man’s street after two and half hours of luscious beauty and mind-blowing song direction. I want him to die grandly in front of Republic parade saving the prime minister(Dil Se). I want Abhishek to turn good in Yuva after three hours of three different stories(Yuva). I don’t want to be confused if Kannathil Muthamittal is movie about adoption or Srilankan Tamil Fight or Adoptive Parent’s struggle. Mani is known for providing a clean single story arch. Not a confusing tricolor motives for his characters. I don’t want to wonder about what atrocities did Gurubhai commit by reading Ambani’s history. I want to see them on-screen without having to do my home work. I don’t want to assume the bad things that might have been done by protagonist(Raavanan). I want to be truly conflicted about protagonist and antagonist. </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">We are Maniratnam fans. We are nit picky. We are used to perfection. We demand a tight screenplay and flawless flow of scenes. We want to watch these movies year after year to relieve us from item songs, Mother sentiment, Cheating politicians, Mundane romance and Honest police officer fighting crime stories.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">Is it Fair to expect perfection every time ? Absolutely Not! </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">But the thing is, when I am not impressed with Sachin’s batting, I know I only have to wait two months for his next dazzling display. When I am not impressed with Rahman’s Album, I only have to wait three months for his next musical innovation. When I am not impressed with a Mani’s movie, I HATE to wait 3 more years with the hope of it being another “Nayagan”! </div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;">So, my dear Mani, please, for this awful, small, intelligent legion of fans make a movie every year! I don’t need a Nayagan or Roja. I can live with more Guru’s as long as I get some movie moments from you to add to my collection!</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19497251.post-76856458258793704492010-06-17T22:42:00.081-04:002010-06-18T11:17:18.841-04:00Half Life Déjàvu!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TBrVyFwN43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wQC4ZYY0B_0/s1600/change-in-age-groups.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cu2bZ0ZTqoI/TBrVyFwN43I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wQC4ZYY0B_0/s400/change-in-age-groups.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If the average life expectancy is 70, I am half way there today. You keep hearing, “40 is the new 30”, “50 is the new 40”, but, somehow those statements are reserved for multiples of 10 only. When you are 35, you are still 35. The only high you get is moving to next census bracket and insurance risk level. However at times like these, you look to your life partner for assurance and she came through with flying colors today by gifting me a book titled, </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Be-Adult-Relationships-Mindful/dp/1570628122/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1276828322&sr=8-2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">“ How to be an Adult”</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">!</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The trajectory of Birthdays are like playing with your best friend's little daughter. You are excited in the initial stages even though you are not adept at handling a 2 year old. As time passes by and she asks you to pick the same ball she has been throwing for the past 45 minutes, you realize the pain of serving a new master. W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">hen you get to 16,18,21,25, in spite of your career not going great and in spite of having a huge credit card debt, you are still excited and feel like the rest of life awaits you. The moment you hit 28 though, the big 30 starts sneaking up. You are supposed to feel empathy for others now. You are supposed to be “somewhere” in the next two years otherwise you are just another 30 year old with more debt and an okay career, which doesn’t seem to ever take off.</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Turning 30</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> feels like all your bluffs are finally being called out. You really get serious about yourself. You begin to make amends. Casual Sex is dangerous. Buying a home is important. Constant Cussing is considered juvenile. Yearly medical check-ups are not optional anymore. In other words, your time to mess up is officially over.Compared to turning 30, 35 is not that bad except you are even more closer to 40. But then, if you manage to shed that extra 20 pounds, even if no one tells you, you can use the “My 40 feels like 30”(although those extra 20 pounds have been in your body since Citibank sent you a pre-approved credit card when you got out of college).</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I just don’t understand why those who are born celebrate Birthdays. They didn’t contribute anything to that process. Technically, it is an occasion for your parent’s hard work (pun intended ofcourse). Your mom should be going, “I never thought I carried such a glue filled, gross looking thing in my belly for doing something fun. This will be the day I celebrate how I don’t have to see that thing in same state I gave birth to for rest of my life and losing all that baby fat”. I am sure the Parents who invite the whole world for those 1-2-3 birthdays are celebrating just to prove to rest of the world and pat themselves on their own backs that this evolutionary species is still alive and they haven’t sold it or dropped it enough to have psychological trauma(not everyone is that lucky). </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Maybe they should call Birthdays as (Death) Countdown days(year)! If average life expectancy is 70, when you are 10, you celebrate countdown year 60. When you are 20, it is 50. You are not so lucky when you are 35. Birthday and Countdown Day coincides! You are screwed in the middle! There is one upside though. Calling it Countdown Year will make more people stick to their resolutions for more than 3 weeks. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Perhaps the saddest part moving forward is, you cant say “F*** U” to the little 10yr old kid when he calls you “Uncle!”. For some reason, I always associated the word "Uncle" as someone with huge paunch(damn those 20 pounds), lazy(don’t ask my wife’s opinion on that) and generally talkative kinds who blabber about things you don’t give a rat’s ass about! F***! I have become a friggin Uncle! </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Denial, my fellow brethren, is the root cause of happiness!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;">35 ? what 35 ? you mean Fahrenheit or centigrade ? </span></span></div></div>RamaDramahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10240849404516939662noreply@blogger.com4