Wednesday, January 26, 2011

2 movies, 1 thought

I went to see "No one killed Jessica" with colleagues, I wanted to watch it because I was following the case very closely and so it intrigued me that how cinema would have depicted a real life murder case of a girl who was a no one to say the least. The movie beautifully displays the agony which a common man undergoes fighting the corruption, the biggies, the judiciary and the personal loss. The movie made me think hard, it touched a chord somewhere and was convincing enough to bring home the fact that apathy is looming large.

Today, on the occasion of our 62nd Republic Day, I was watching the grand parade on television. It was enthralling and made my heart swell with pride. Just when it ended, "Peepli Live" was starting on one of the movie channels. I decided to watch it especially after the critical acclaim it received. I knew vaguely that it talks about the farmer suicides; frankly I haven’t taken a lot of interest in the same and only had a superficial understanding of the issue. Coming back to the movie, it tells the poignant story of the innumerable farmers in our country. It is a satire on the government policies and schemes. It made me laugh a few times but in the end it left me with a heavy heart.

As an after thought, I realized that the media is portrayed in eclectic ways – in Jessica it was an enabler and in Peepli it was only a sham. The two movies are so very different; one revolves around the people who are a part of the great Indian story and the other about the people who have been left behind in the era of high income and growth. One is based out of the National Capital and other about some forgotten village, one about a young beautiful daring girl and other about a gullible illiterate farmer. But in both the stories, protagonist dies either in spirit or in form.

Sunday, January 23, 2011


I have always liked myself, when I was a child I used to climb up the chairs to see how I looked in a new dress or hairstyle. I would smile in conceit and then would pester my dad for compliments. It was these compliments and kisses which made me like myself more. Then at school, I would be at the best of my behavior and so I got badges and prizes. There were enough relatives and neighbors who said nice things about me to my mom and that only added to my smugness.

Now when I have grown up, the badges, kisses and envious neighbors all have gone,what has remained is the love which I have for myself. I call myself by my complete name, buy myself nice stuff, let myself binge on good food and always treat myself with respect. I also tell myself often that one day its all going to be fine so I coax myself to giggle even when I am down and out. The love also turns into mild indignation when I realize that I have done something or someone wrong. I castigate and punish myself by saying that I didn't expect this from myself.

People around me always tease me that I am such a big narcissist but to think of it, I feel that its a good way to lift your spirits. Rather than depending on someone else, why not make pamper yourself, pay yourself compliments when others are still contemplating, smile when others are smirking and last but not the least reprimand yourself before anyone else comes and makes you feel small. This is just my small way of being loved and conceited :p

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Lohri time!

Lohri is one festival which I so fondly look forward to. First it is winters and then there is fire. I always have this picture in mind, about friends, neighbors and relatives taking rounds about the fire, putting peanuts and popcorn in the fire and merrily singing or at least humming along with the songs being played.

So as you would have figured it out, I really wanted to celebrate Lohri today, I called up friends and told my colleagues that lets do something, all they could come up with was a boring dinner/coffee plan which of course was not going with the Lohri theme in my mind. I felt dejected and came back home at quarter past 8.

Suddenly, when I was lazily lying in my bed I realized that there would be some Lohri celebration happening in my society. I dragged my dad out of his quilt and there we were, all smiling and wishing people. I was apparently so enthused about the whole celebration that I kept bugging all uncles and my dad about the significance of Lohri. Some said it was about the newly weds and kids, some about the new year for farmers, the golden harvest and the few went to the extent of explaining that the earth starts moving towards the sun and days getting longer indicating the dawn of winters. I think I was just asking for the fun of it as I am happy as long as there is bonfire and bonhomie :P

P.S - This is my first post in the new year!