Now that you’re Rich….Let’s fall in love! (Review)

A review based on a novel by Durjoy Dutta & Maanvi Ahuja… which I chose to pick by its attractive title… The authors have tried their level best to keep the interest alive throughout with the kind of character description, by continuous comparison of love versus money. To keep up with the title,money has been kept above love, but was not written convincingly in spite of many examples. Lines like- love lasts a lifetime; money lasts longer. It pays for the funeral. But, I beg to differ as money can definitely not buy the memories, sadness and in short the feeling.

The character description has been kept short and crisp to keep the interest and which actually led me to read further about what happens to their respective lives. But then the way they have been connected later on accompanied by the fights, the love, the friendship etc seemed all very film like and clichéd . For instance the behavior of Shruti’s (one of the protagonists) threatening parents and their overly dramatic lines like “I am sure she will blacken our faces some day”. Was this novel written in Hindi before and then translated or may be the authors have seen a lot of Hindi dramatic movies. But I am no where saying that these things don’t happen with daughters in India.

Although some realistic issues like recession which actually hit the banking sector and its effects on the lives of many people working in corporates have been used to drag the readers till the end, but the end was not at all fruitful. Overall, a fairytale (poor meeting rich, falling in love, getting married and happy ending etc) mixed with reality, mixing a feeling of love with money- I could read confusion and monotony (with respect to similar stories) everywhere in the novel. Had expected a lot of entertainment, but was left with sheer disappointment!

Dedicated to Konkana Sen….

Hey Everyone!

I really don’t know who my audience is and I am quite unsure if I have any to be precise. Anyway, blogging for me is like my personal web diary (referring to my previous blogs on love, freedom etc-hope you got the hint). Here I go again (after so many months).So, I saw Wake up Sid today- A Bollywood movie starring Ranbir Kapoor and my favorite Actress, Konkana Sen Sharma and I am sure my blog title must have given you an exact idea what I will talk about (this is to remind you that you don’t give me that ‘whatever’ look after reading it-too bad for you I won’t get to see it here).

Nevertheless, I remember watching her first film called Mr. & Mrs. Iyer and was completely awed by her performance. A Bengali girl talking in complete ease in her Tamilian accent was commendable (I got to know this fact only after I read it in a newspaper article because all through the film I thought she was actually a south Indian actress). But somehow, actresses look for such meaningful cinema in the beginning of their careers and getting one is like getting a pearl from one of the thousand shells in the ocean(must have been easy task for her being the daughter of the film director Aparna Sen) .

The next Sen Movie I saw was Page 3, well again one of a kind. The director’s hard work was indeed there, but she provided the sole with her acting skills with no more Tamilian accent this time. So many people from the media industry related their life to hers and she definitely deserved the appreciation. Movies like 15 Park Avenue; Luck by Chance and Life in a Metro were like a cherry on the cake- all praiseworthy roles. I really don’t know how I find myself in all the characters she plays. While watching her movies I feel as if I am the one, who loves, slaps, hates, cries. I guess, that’s the magic she spreads with her onscreen acting. Sometimes I wonder that we don’t really know these actors (as in how they are in their personal life) but some movies actually touch our sole (may be in my case- all her movies make an impact on my mind).

Well, Konkana I know you will never even have the time or even a slight idea that somebody has dedicated a blog to you after seeing one of your movies rather all your movies, who is not a movie critic or a great writer but definitely a great fan of yours. Keep up the good work! (And for those who actually managed to read the whole blog without yawning- how about writing a comment about this one- criticism accepted).

Cheers!!

The Pain called ‘Love’

It has been 1 month now that he is not in my life anymore….

Even after being in a relationship I really don’t know what love is and trust me I don’t want to know anymore coz how much I know is good enough to give me the pain of loss of love. What exactly is love? Is it this addiction that makes a person crazy for the person he/ she is in love with? Does a person’s life just centre on that person only? How does he /she become the most important person in our lives? If he / she leave us why do we feel sad?

These questions make me mad each n every moment. I try telling myself every night before going to sleep that the next morning I will be different, happy and will not think about him, but…. I feel as if I have lost all the happiness in my life, even the power to smile. I am not able to find any reason to be happy.

When he was going away he said that, ‘I will never come back in your life’. Though I still call him but he ignores me the way we ignore any unwanted calls. How do I tell him I love him a lot? I fail to understand how can somebody love you so passionately at one time and ignore you at the other time? Was that love?

While writing this blog may be tears rolled down my eyes but it doesn’t really make a difference to the person who it is written for coz now I don’t even have the right to tell him what I feel for him. Every moment I ask god to relieve me of this pain called love coz now I don’t want to love , but somehow I feel I have never been in love more ….

It's a vicious circle...

Life is a vicious circle. Whatever goes around comes back.

There was a time when a good friend of mine used to call me and tell me that his girl friend doesn’t know how to talk romantically with him. It was a kind of strange thing to hear and I often wondered that instead of telling me that, he should tell her how he felt but then he used to say that he gets bored with her. So instead of messing up things, I decided to speak to her and convey her what problems he was having not realizing the fact that she would take it otherwise that her boy friend was opening her heart out to me.

I know it’s a regular story but then that time I was single and to be very frank there came a time when I too enjoyed that attention that I got from him. But…..

I am not single anymore but somewhere I have come across the same situation but from a different point. Today I am the girl friend and my better half feels bored and says that why I have to think and talk and why can’t I talk to him all the time freely.
I have been put in someone else’s shoes to understand how she would have felt that time. My boy friend has big social circle n innumerable ‘good’ friends. It’s not that I don’t want him to go and meet his friends but then whenever I am not able to meet him, he has his friends at his rescue. He has complained the same things that I used to once hear as a friend. I have been trying to mend things but then somewhere I feel cursed from a hurt heart.
I indeed have realized my mistake because in spite of trying hard I am losing the person I love the most.

'Metro Lives'

Some smile, some stare, some sleep, some just sit, some read, some talk and someone like me write too.

I am not really talking about what people generally do all day long. But I am actually talking about what people mostly do while traveling in metro.
Traveling in the Delhi Metro almost everyday at different points of time gave me an opportunity to see people from different cultures, occupations, languages etc.
Each one of them has a different story to tell and rarely do I see the same set of people.

The first timers- this set of people is always seen in the metro. They travel for the first time in metro and are usually accompanied by some one who keeps telling them about the number of stations left. Their eyes are fixed on the metro station chart right from the time they enter till they reach their desired station. They listen to each announcement so carefully that nothing in the world is more important than listening to it and if they won’t hear it the metro might take them away somewhere.

The most commonly seen group of people is the FM gang. All they do is listen to music all the time. Switching from one station to another, involved in their musical world. Well I think when someone like me who regularly travels from the first station to the last that is, Indraprastha to Dwarka Sector-9, I think listening to music is not a bad idea.

Then we have the most enthusiastic people who just talk, talk and talk. No matter how full the metro is they want to just speak it out. This group comprises of students, office goers, lovebirds etc. By here I just don’t mean the one who chat face to face but also the ones who are continuously on the phone making me realize how technology is getting cheaper. But something is sure that they have loads of things to say.

Metro has made life more timely, happy and comfortable. People from all walks of life travel in it, some just to experience and get the feel of traveling in an A/C which is rare in any other Delhi transport unless and until one owns one; some due to distance as it makes the journey cheaper and less frustrating due to heavy traffic; but no matter what each journey in it makes a different experience all together with different people around

That smile...

That smile….
Last Saturday, I was travelling in a crowded blue line bus. Like any other blue line bus it was stinking with that sweat everywhere. I took the bus from South Ex and there was hardly any place to sit. I could barely stand too. All eyes of people standing had their eyes hooked on to the people sitting, all ready to grab any seat they get. The people sitting felt like the rulers as if the world works under them.

In that frustrating environment, the bus stopped at the next stop. An old woman with complete tattered clothes, with uncombed hair, wrinkled face ran towards the bus who might have been waiting for long hours on that stop suddenly had a sign of relief on her face with the arrival of the bus. But as soon as she entered the bus she could not find a single place to sit. So she stood for a while and that sign of relief had completely vanished from her face.

With that modesty, a man suddenly stood up who was sitting right in front of that old lady. She was so happy that the smile on her face took away all the frustration of the environment. I felt as if there is at least one happy and content person in this world. That smile was like fresh gerberas which is hard to find in a person with an age full of experiences of the tough world.

May be it was just a seat but for her it meant sitting and travelling at least for an hour comfortably. That comfort which she might not be feeling very often brought about that smile on her face. A smile of true happiness and of achievement…

I LOST HIM AGAIN...

I knew I never had him from day 1.
He was just passing by but I stopped him in my life. I still remember the day when I first met him and actually thought that he was the one I’ve been looking for all these years. After that day though I saw him everyday we didn’t really speak to each other. I didn’t realize that he liked me too. We were going on our paths but destiny plays its game too. We met again, this time to become friends. May be friends from his side. I still don’t know how and when I started feeling so strongly for him. The whole world could see that in my eyes. But did he see that? I always used to ask myself that. I wished he could & would see me in the same way. But…

From the direction I never saw, she came, he saw her, and didn’t look back. I kept waiting for the time he would turn back and see me but he didn’t. He was in Love. Yes, I lost him. But he still spoke to me, he saw my possessiveness towards him, which he hated. His kiss on her cheek, his hand on her hand, his eyes looking in her eyes made me felt like asking god that why did he do this to me? Why did he bring him in my life when he was never mine? Why? Why?

I wish I could erase myself from their life so that they could live happily and could erase my memory. But the contradiction is that we always forget important things and remember especially those things that we should not. But then he called me his friend. So I decided to be his friend till the time possible. He called me more, more than he called her. Why? Even she wondered and hated me. I empathized with her but seriously I wish she could understand that I liked the attention, as I loved him. Yes I loved him. I wish I could tell him. But I could never. One fine day he chose to part ways with her. She cried and that day I felt bad for her and first time felt as if I loved a person who didn’t care about her. I fought with him. The next day they were back. This time more into each other, killing me more. But this was not for a long time. He parted with her again and this time never to return in her life. Was I happy this time? No, I felt guilty.

Now we chatted for longer hours, met a lot, but he always maintained that distance which I always wanted to break, which I could never. Then from his past direction, she came, she was his friend in the past, like I was in the present. He saw her and realized he had loved her always. She felt the same for him. Yes, I lost him again…. This time he went and never looked back… I lost him again. And lost him forever… but all this while I just regretted that for once I could tell him that I loved him. And still Love him.