:-)

Winters are here, and I love it! The time to eat the best food; sip on a variety of chai 'n' coffee; feast on ice creams & desserts.
And to top it all, that walk to remember!

:-|

Why is it that the things which so naturally seem to be ours will be the hardest to have? So much so that we might never actually have them...

Ye Mera India...

15 August, 2007 : India’s 60th Independence Day.
A mid-week holiday, a day to fly kites, a day to feel good about our country, just to forget about it the next day, till we have another national holiday to do many such things again!
It’s good to be a nationalist and rave about one’s country, but is it an easy way to comfortably adorn this attitude, when convenient, and be ignorant about all the areas where we lack and where we need to improve?

I agree, “koi bhi desh perfect nahi hota, use perfect banana padta hai!”, but then, are we doing enough to make our nation one of the greats in the world?
A month back, millions of people of our country voted for the Taj Mahal to seal its place in the Seven Wonders of the World, but when I visited the monument this Monday, it just did not seem as if we really care about it as much as we showed through that poll!

These pictures speak louder than words:


Mangal Sen thinks he's written his name in the golden pages of Indian history!


I never thought we were so bad at both these languages to have such a hard time reading that!

I am an Indian, this is my country
I have the right to be free, the right to be me
But with that, I have a moral responsibility
To respect the fundamental duties, that the constitution expects of me
You may ask me, “Is it a price to be free?”
I’d say, “No it’s the love for my country, just as my country loves me!”

Hope that every Indian feels this way...Jai Hind!

The Week That Was!

It started last Sunday, when I went to watch Strangers at PVR Plaza. I was way too excited, as it’d mark the start of this year’s Osians Cine Fan for me, so much so that I reached there half an hour before the show timing to get the ticket. But talk about bad luck and I’ll top the list!
They had changed the movie and postponed the timing as well, so now it was to be Shoonya at 7.15 p.m. Now that I was there, I wouldn’t have gone back without watching the movie, so I bought the ticket and went to Barista to have a quick bite; came back well in time and settled comfortably in the waiting lounge in the theatre premises. Across the room, around another table, were 3 gals, out of which 2 looked good, and that’s all to this story! Well, not really. ;-)

A nice movie, on the match fixing scandal in cricket; KK Menon was good, as usual, Naseeruddin Shah as classy as ever, and Tulip Joshi, the pretty woman.

After working for over 2 years, one always wishes that there were no Mondays in the week, I’m no different. I reached office, hoping that it wouldn’t be a heavy day to cope with. I didn’t receive any email from my team lead in the first couple of hours of the day, and I knew it was one of those lucky days!

I was browsing through some random videos when I happened to watch the trailer of the Goal-2: Living the Dream! The first part of the series was an absolute treat for the lovers of the beautiful game and I was desperately waiting for the second part’s release; found out that it released a long time back in many countries. I could not wait any longer, and the search was on! Managed to find the full movie on YouTube, and the Monday was just not the same!



Loved it as much as the first one, and just can’t seem to get enough of the track “Feeling a Moment” by Feeder, which features in the OST of the movie; someday I wanna feature in a video with this song in the background…Amen!

Having watched Goal-2 the previous day, I felt like re-living the Goal-1 experience; so I did and Tuesday’s gone, gone with the wind! The sounds of Feeling a Moment continue to fill the air around me...



Wednesday was just a regular day at work, but I was happy in anticipation of a fun-filled extended weekend!

I got up early on Thursday to catch the first movie of the day, Mithya, but thanks to the Delhi traffic, I could not make it in time for the show... just not the start I expected, nevertheless I bought a ticket for The Woven Stories Of The Other, a Philippines’ movie, based on a tribal war in some forest village of the country. I didn’t understand much of the movie and almost slept in between. I was hoping the other movies that followed would make up for these 97 minutes!

The next one was Resonance, a Bengali movie, with a solid star cast, primarily 'coz of Rahul Bose, with Rajat Kapoor, Raima Sen & Rituparna Sengupta. I took a seat in the third row from the back, about 15 minutes before the start. I began browsing through the daily bulletin, and just then 2 pretty looking gals came and sat beside me on my right, leaving a seat in between, where I had kept my glasses and the film schedule, how I wish I hadn’t!

After a while, a guy enquired if that seat was vacant, and as it was, I picked up my stuff from there to allow him to sit. Instead he asked me to shift there, and I readily did! :)
The movie started well, but became much of a drag after about half an hour of its running. I was getting restless, so I initiated a conversation with the pretty gal A, sitting next to me. Apparently, she was getting bored too. And we talked about boredom! :D
When the movie ended, more talk followed. We talked about a few movies of this year’s Osians, and when we discussed Shoonya, she told me that she saw me at the theatre that day…

Ting Tong! Dance to the song… God made a plan, for me to just play along! :)

These were the same 2 gals I saw at PVR Plaza the other day. And the story continues…

The next movie, “we” watched was Footsteps, debut venture for the director Suman Ghosh, starring Soumitra Chatterjee and Nandita Das in lead. A brilliant movie about an old man in his twilight years, his relationship with his daughter and his bonding with the neighbors’ 5-year old kid. The cinematography was superb too. I met the director at the end of the movie to thank him for giving us 90 minutes to cherish.

It was time to head back home now, time to offer a lift, time to exchange numbers to seek to keep in touch!

Come Friday and I was up earlier than the previous day, to avoid missing out on the first movie of the day, which I so wanted to watch. The roads looked clearer and it was a comfortable drive at an average speed of 60 kmph, until I was faced with a traffic jam again! Stuck in there, the hope of reaching Siri Fort in time was fading. Even when it cleared out, it was near to impossible to cover the remaining distance in the little time left. I had made peace in my head with the sorry possibility of not being able to watch the movie. I reached at 9.55 a.m., just in time for the show, but I doubted if I’d be able to get the ticket. But as it was destined to be a good week for me, I was lucky to get the ticket and watch the movie, Crossroads. And the next 90 minutes that followed couldn’t be better.

“The film resembles snippets of collected photographs of everyday life. It brings together similar yet unconnected people in search of something to overcome their mundane routine - a mixture of games of perception and reality, the absurdly comic and the absolutely accurate, a mystery and a family drama. It traces patterns and drops hints that for these individuals there lies a far greater drama in the ordinariness of ordinary stories than in the melodrama of spectacles.” – synopsis from the website.

Aptly named, the movie showed different people, standing at some crossroad in their lives, knowing not where to go, which path to tread. Undoubtedly, my pick of this Osians!

The next was Shame, a documentary about the life of a 30-year old woman, Mukhtaran Mai, in a remote village in Pakistan, after she was gang-raped by the members of an influential family in the village. An outstanding film, the director has done a great job.
The last one for me that day was Moonlit Forest. No offences meant to anybody related to this film, even remotely and to all those who liked it, I just couldn’t understand why was this film even thought of to be made! I was intrigued by the title, but what I got was nowhere close to what I expected it to be. So I headed back home; it was my mum’s birthday, spent the evening with her, hogged on Domino’s Cheese Burst pizzas and the ever so yummy Chocolate Marble Cake that my masi had baked.



After 2 activity-full days, I decided to take it easy on Saturday. I had a plan to go for Strangers at 4.30 p.m., so had a lot of time before that to laze around. I had my brunch, watched TV for a while, caught on a short nap, got up and set off for Siri Fort. It was to be a “Meeting Old Friends” Day; just at the entrance, I met this friend of mine, with who the last form of any communication that I had was about 1.5 years back. It was good to meet her after so long. While I was talking to her, I saw another familiar face approaching me, a friend from college. And in no time, a colleague from office as well!

Now I was waiting, looking for someone who was expected to turn up, when the pretty gal A, dressed in white, came and stood right beside me! (Yeah, it was planned this time :D)

As we approached the auditorium, it started raining out of nowhere. It was fun getting drenched, I don’t even remember when was it the last time that I had allowed myself to do that, in college days I guess. All soaked up, we went in to watch the movie, fought with the people in-charge to finally grab the reserved seats for jury!
It was an awesome opening half an hour, with Jimmy Shergill at his personal best. But then as it progressed, it became predictable by the minute, and 2 crappy songs one after the other, made it worse enough for us to decide to move out. We went to CP to have a cup of coffee, I had an Assam tea, and then we walked to the Central Park; beautifully lit up, it’s one of the most amazing places to visit in the evening.
Another good day draws to a close; in a few hours, it will be a Sunday morning.

As late as it could be, I woke up after-noon. I had to meet a couple of friends over lunch. We went to Market Café, ordered 2 different pastas, both were good to my taste buds, and then a Mexican Pizza, which wasn’t much appreciated by anyone, but me. :)
Then we moved to The Big Chill Café for desserts, they are worth dying for!

We ordered an Irish Cream Cheese Cake and a scoop each of Belgian Chocolate and Midnight Mint ice creams. Who needs anything else to get high on, when you have all this, and cheaper...

I hadn’t had “good food” for so long, thanks to a wretched stomach infection; this meal was one to savour.

Now back home, I was in my bed, remembering the week gone by, where every day was as good as the previous one, and it just got better...

Life is about this and that
Today is good, tomorrow may be bad
In this moment, I’m just glad
For those seven days, were only fun-clad!

Tagged # 1

Tagged for the first time, initially it felt a bit itchy to write about something that I myself didn't think about, but then I found it to be a good idea 'coz I atleast had something to write in a time when my brain cells were virtually dead. 
Thanks Skeeter for the tag! I had to write about a few things that I’ve loved doing on rainy days, here they are:

• Smiled…Even the thought of rain does that to me! :)
• Listened to “The Wall”, from beginning to end, and felt bliss.
• Feasted on pakodas and cutting chai with friends in college; have done the same at home too.
• Walked in the rain with a then special friend.
• Sitting in the balcony and watching the greens come to life!
• Played football, almost every time we possibly could; on one of those days, followed it up with a game of kabaddi…still remember how we pounced on a weakling and a heavyweight among the opponents and almost buried them alive! :-D
• As a kid, made those paper boats and floated them from one end of the street to another, over the pools of clogged up water.

The rain gods don’t seem to be too happy with our city now. Last year, we experienced the shittiest monsoons by far. I hope this season makes up for that. The start seemed to be good, but sadly, it couldn't sustain for long and it hasn’t been good enough…
So I keep on waiting, waiting for the pouring rain!

A Year Old!

Today, my blog turns a year old. It feels good to say the least.
I still remember how thrilled I was putting the URL of my blog under the “My Webpage” column on Orkut, for the very fact that even though there must be millions of others who blog, there are billions who do not!

Recalling the days leading up to creating this blog to the moment when it was finally up 'n' running, I feel I always needed it as much. Re-reading all the posts, I could literally relive those incidents, those feelings that drove me to write all that I did. The comments from the readers sometimes served as great words of encouragement to write more and at times led me to thinking if I should even write at all. Not that I was seeking the approval of my “critics”, just wanted to know if they were right in what they said about what I wrote.

Through this blog, I found new friends and also lured a few friends into creating one of their own.

It’s been a fulfilling journey so far, serving the purpose(s) for which I created this blog.
A journey from being somewhere in the last few entries on the second page of the Google search results for “Ankur Arora” to the first entry today; I’ve enjoyed being a part of the blogosphere.

Thanks to all the readers who’ve enjoyed reading my Rear View Mirror.
Keep visiting.

Destiny...

Yesterday I went for a stroll in the park opposite my house. A section on the jogging track had a lot of ants running over. I luckily saw that and cautiously prevented stepping on them. Just then a thought crossed my head that had I not seen and walked them over unknowingly, it'd have been the last moment of life for them. Were they destined to be saved at that moment or to be crushed to death by someone else but me, who would be unaware of their presence there?

Another possibility was that in order to save them, I could have crashed into a tree on the way, 'coz I wasn't looking in front. Maybe I was destined to suffer a serious injury then! There could have been a number of other possibilities too where I wouldn't have stepped on the ants and in the nick of time saved myself from crashing into the tree too; or in the worst case scenario, where I’d have realized the presence of those tiny creatures just after crushing them and then could have stumbled to end up banging my head into that tree, even when I’d have seen it!

These thoughts flashed in my head one after the other, pushing me into a sort of surreal state of mind where I could imagine a hundred things in a fraction of a second, remembering each one of them vividly and in the next moment of actuality, all I could think of was just one thing; that one thing that decides if we will take another breath, if we will walk another step, if we will speak another word...that one thing that governs our lives, whatever we do and all that we don't do...that one thing called “destiny”!

I know many will say that one makes his/her own destiny...probably that's what those ants were doing, wandering in search of stuff to build a better house than the one they resided in, or to get food for their families, to keep them happy, but they didn't know that it was the last time they will move out of their houses and never come back. The lucky ones did reach back like all the previous times, but for some, it was time out.

In 2005 Champions League final in Istanbul (can't resist to mention it whenever I can: it was a dream night for me and for all the Liverpool fans), Liverpool were the underdogs and no one ever thought they had even a faint chance to win, and it was all going as predicted when they were 3-0 down at the half time to Milan. But then it took just 6 magical minutes and it was anybody's game at 3-3 after the 60th minute. The match went on to extra-time and Milan pressed on in search of a winner, and till date I wonder how Shevchenko could not score from close range with just about 5 minutes left in the second half of extra time; even Dudek didn't know how he saved that shot. Eventually, Liverpool went on to win on penalties. They were "destined" to win, regardless of the fact that they were the "weaker" side of the two, inferior in class and skill to their giant opponents.

At times when I had fallen sick with a stomach upset, the doctor told me that it was because of some 'x' item that I consumed the previous day. But then, I had eaten that 'x' item a number of times before and after, without consequentially falling sick. Again, it was destiny that I’d be falling ill on those specific occasions and not on the rest, the 'x' being just a "created" reason 'coz the doctor cannot do without stating one!

All this and many more instances like these prove an affirmation for me that everything has got its time 'n' place, that whatever has to happen, will happen and that "it's all written"... Maktub!

~

I happened to find this saved in the archive folder of my previous cellphone; something that I had written a long time back, for someone, but never happened to send it. Dunno if it'll make sense to many readers, but just felt like putting it up...

Day.Night.Birth.Childhood.Youth.Beliefs.Friendship.Love.Pride.Laughter.Sadness.Promises.Expectations.Disappointment.Restlessness.Strength.Weakness.Apprehension.Hurt.Disbelief.Numb.Life...
Death.Pain.Peace.White.Pure.God!

Harry Kewell?

The day I wore my new Liverpool jersey, I got about 10-15 different pics of mine clicked, just to have that one perfect picture where I will look like a member of the squad! But alas, it wasn't to be...Nonetheless, surprisingly in this one, I think I looked like Harry Kewell...What say?

Liverpool Lives In Me!

It was the sound of pouring rain that woke me a bit early this morning. I lay on my bed watching a rare sight in these wretched summers. In no time I decided to wear my new Liverpool jersey to office.

I have been buying jerseys of my favourite football players in the past and am always on the lookout for more! Before this, I have Christian Vieri's No. 32 Inter Milan and Michael Owen's No. 10 Newcastle jerseys. I don't really support the two clubs, Inter still to some extent, but I absolutely love watching these two players on the football pitch. I have always felt good when I have adorned myself with these prized possessions in cloth.

But today, the moment I put on the new one and looked at myself in the mirror, I was in a different world altogether, more or less in a state of trance! The vibrant red colour, the Liverpool logo on the chest and the sponsor's name in the centre, just a few inches above the waistline... it all reminded me of the pride 'n' passion with which I have religiously followed this football club for years now. I could hear the chants of "You'll never walk alone" loud in my head. For a moment, I felt as if I was Rafa's new signing for the next season. A moment of sheer ecstasy!

It was the first time that the name and the number at the back didn't outweigh what flashed on the chest in red, white 'n' green! :)


Here's the new merseyside hero posing for the shutterbugs! :D
Sad pic...but who cares, it's Steven Gerrard's No. 8 Liverpool jersey! It's taking me higher...!

The Namesake

In a word, it's a superb novel. One of the best last chapters that I've read in any of the books so far. I just loved the way the author draws a close to the story. Every feeling, every thought, every emotion...I could feel it as much as the characters in the book.

A must read in my opinion!

And the following day, I watched the movie. With awesome cinematography and peachy direction, an adaptation from the book couldn't have been better, though I feel that it could be made a bit longer. The director seemed to be constrained to wrap up in 2 hours only. Nevertheless, it was a well made movie, doing justice to the book.

Yet it reaffirms my belief that however good a movie based on a novel may be, it would never be appreciated more than the book.

हिंदी हैं हम, वतन है हिंदुस्तान हमारा।

मुझे ये देखते हुए अत्यंत प्रसन्नता हो रही है कि अब मैं अपने ब्लॉग पे अपनी मातृभाषा हिंदी में भी लिख सकता हूँ। सोचा इस जानकारी को आप सभी के साथ बांटूं। उम्मीद है आपको भी ब्लॉगर की ये नई विशेषता पसंद आएगी।
जय हिंद! :-)

Magu's Matrimonial

She's a desi, hell-bent on tryin' to be positive these days; born in India, all this while she thought she was in the US, and the moment she realised that she wasn't, she has left no stone unturned to try to be there!
AND AND AND...SHE MAKES THE BEST CHOCOLATE FUDGE IN THE CITY, ABSOLUTELY SCRUMMY!!!

P.S. For any marriage proposals, please feel free to spam her blog! :D

The New Look

Guess it was time...to change! :)

And they say it's a male dominated society!

Why’s it that a woman can go to any pub in this city all alone, but a man has to have a female companion to do the same?
Why’s it that a woman will be allowed (read preferred) to enter a pub in minimal clothing, but a man in shorts cannot?

This country talks about raising the status of women, but aren’t they already enjoying a hell lot of privileges to ask for more? (can’t resist mentioning the separate queues at the bill payment counters and how easy it is to get things done “her” way in any office!)

Nothing against the women and all the feminist views in this regard are absolutely uncalled for; just wondering if the “rules & regulations” of the pubs in this city will ever allow an Adam to not need an Eve to enjoy a drink in the evening, with the liberty of wearing what he wants to!(Oh, did I say Adam 'n' Eve?) ;-)

Wake Up Dead!

No ring on the phone…no message either!
No ping on the messengers…no mail either!
I’m too groggy…last night I had a few breezers!
The place was good…it was called T'zers!

Searching for someone who’s as bored as me
Sick 'n' tired of just their own company
I take a look around...
But there’s no such someone to be found!

I don’t wanna work…today is just not the day
I want someone to treat me…so I won’t have to pay
Or take me back home…where my bed awaits me
Where I can sleep for hours and no one will try to wake me.

But none of this is happening…
I hate this desperation
To end this desolation
In temptation of a recreation…rejuvenation…salvation!

Release Me!

Questions… can’t escape from them!
Expectations… can never live up to them!
Promises… why do people break them?
Feelings… why do people fake them?
Happiness… is just a phase!
Sadness… is another!

If I could, I would
Let it go...

Dejected...

I am.