Up............

Well ofcourse here I am talking of the movie "UP". Pixar movies are all just awesum, most amazing story line, assisted by wonderful animation work.When u talk of adventure to far distant lands and cherish it as the goal of life to reach there, its that place and the adventure trip is what defines life. We all will believe that and ofcourse almost none will ever undertake the journey to far distant lands.....Yet here Mr Fredrickson and his wife want to go to "Paradise fall" in South America.....and build a house there on the rocky mountains.They save money to go there but have to use it for various other purposes . Then the wife Elle dies and Mr. Fredrickson realises his solemn promise by crossing his heart to go to the paradise falls and build the house for Elle. So finally he undertakes the journey -coincidentally having a naughty kid with him and they go through all the hurdles and accomplish the task. Saving the mysterious giant bird, Making many new friends, they come back to the real world......The journey through this movie seemed so much exciting and uplifting as if u have got your own Paradise fall and have built ur own house there.......Loved the movie!!

Happy New Year......

Happy New Year I would say, and that should be all , except that it seems too short and meaningless to express what we wanna convey .For one-Its not just a new year which we wanna be the happy one and for two our New year is already celebrated as Diwali.
Again as per the calender we follow its ofcourse its new in writing and it would be few days when we are gonna be accustomed to see 12 at the 7-8th position of the date field.Yet thats not all the change we are looking forward to..isnt it? Then why its very exciting the thought of new year, ofcourse celebrations lend few colours to life. Yet its more about "Change" element associated with this particular big event which will be coming in every life that we look forward to. Every year for 2 days -the first day of year and my B'Day ..It feel as if a new era, a new time is starting in my life cause either I'll remember events in terms of years I lived or in terms of age I was at the time. So these two always come with a detail glance back to the year gone, to the year coming and what I wanna it to be like.From I would ensure each moment from now onwards to be just the best one ever, to all good decisions, to giving my best, to the mixed analysis at the end-that it was okay-gave some great moments and some great wisdom and understanding and that I am not that stupid anymore. N I look forward to entering the new phase of life all renewed , nothing from the past having any imprint or shade in the coming days. As if the life was a discreet time event restarting every year with new initial conditions.Probably better in terms of wisdom and in better shape and position, (ofcourse we were stupid every previous year starting point) and the hope and piousness of the coming gifted time.Surprisingly the entire year seems too small which was gone- much smaller than it is in theory -and most surprisingly any big giant change never seems big anymore.Seems like it had always been like this always.And we wanna convey that its the new start a restart , which has no bearing of past-isnt it great -u can bring all the change you ever wished for ... So lemme wish all my friends and dear one's -this new start to be great one -may all the greatness u have achieved till now be with you and may all your dreams be accomodated in the coming one year........

The little steps to Learning ...........Starts with patience and repeated attempts.

Its sometime that I realised the importance of simple steps that lead to anything you wish.Well its not any creepy philosophical muttering, its just that a bigtime dabbler /dilettante that I find myself to be at times-be it arts, drawing, music-vocals or instruments writing-poems or prose or danceforms for that matter-i somehow had a misgiving for not following even a single little wish outta of big giant wishlist for long. Well here I am from past few months for few days following each of my wish for a few days.....n lemme tell u its really pretty amazing . Though it lasted less then noticiable amount of time -still for so much harpings -its great. Its then and there I realise that when u are ready to learn something ,really learn something , no matter what may be the time required, effort I know everybody is ready and willing to invest some x hours if assured that it will lead to there dream wish . But no its no some short cut 30hour programme I am talking of , Its like if told -u continue ur little efforts and surely its gonna teach you what u wish to learn and u live with it.The moment u gather this knowledge, patience and understanding ur done.Well be it daily Paltas practice to mould your voice to that of a singer-fine, strechable and melodious;be it drawing daily goemetrical patterns to take out the artiste in you - refine ur hold on pencil and the sketches you make-lines, circles, spirals;be it working on the flexibility of your body and control on your movements to attain the grace of a dancer; be it working on the concepts and problem till you get your maths right;be it practicing and practicing the right motions that can ultimately lead you to -oops not flying but swimming.
Here all of this -needs patience , assurance and understanding on your part . Its not some newfound Gyan -that makes me go -Eureka, eureka -infact I am pretty sure the message must be there in zillion books-in million different ways -but you learn when you understand its true meaning - that we all can understand. You never appreciate some 100 lines enlisting maths and logics behind any great discovery -till you go about discovering that thing on your own and struggle and fume your mind with all alternatives and then come back to see how actually it was achieved -its the appreciation you hold in your heart then is what I am talking about -when you really understand the beauty and simplicity of it.

So go for urself and find the beauty of the way devised.Its like when your zealous , u truly wish to learn something -u learn it for sure. We all have stories of how resourceless person nextdoor devised a brand new beautiful method to fulfill what he always cherished.Well I heard about a boy who wanted to play Guitaar, when not provided one by Mom, he made a guitaar for his own and guess what -it was the best Guitaar ever made,with all companies coming to him for design and royalties.........

well World's an amazing place, with no dearth of such exquisite examples ..........

Emma's tale...

She too had a battle to wage
she too had problems to solve
she too had the bills to pay
she too had to live life lonely
she too aspired for job security
not that any of it was acknowledged
she too had to bear brunt of time
yet she put up smile to assure, she was alive
though in a battlefield..
battle half won, incessant
Her name was Emma,
her only fault -She was girl!!
So she fought battles never ending, battles with no face
no person, no enemy, no viewable end
battles with no logic, no reasoning,no humanity
not even was she ever an acknowledged warrior
she knew she was, by the each blow she got
for Emma it was a strange place
she was so very alive in her own world
then where she lived
suppressing her wonders, her joy
she no longer danced or hymed
whenever her heart felt like;
as the unknown enemy can blow her apart
the fight must go on, to protect- deny her own self
she had wanted a meaningful life
a life worthwhile in her terms
not in the prevailing fancied notions
she had to reconcile
cause live for others was the whole dictum
Ah! it was a lifelong preoccupation
for sshe was Emma, Emma a girl
all customs and traditions she represented
all high ideals and purity, were hers to portray
yet she was a worthless as a being
only the ideals were coherent, meaningful and worthy
the ideals she was meant to live, long before she was born
what to do of being real and its dreams
what could she do, to be in peacce
for the battles manifolds had to be waged
though a girl she was, Emma -with such a beautiful name.........

Behind the Government quarters, lives "John"-the ideal Man!!

Behind those Government quarters , besides the trees
lives a man, his name is John
very decent and kind, helping and polite
ever-ready to work and oblige
He never took a bribe
never drank liquor
never indulged in cigars futile
obediently served the society
only that he dint knew
all is not right with the concept of right
to fight is wrong, so he never fought
to others for sure,
to him never stopped
just left or held silence
that were his only ways
but something was extremely wrong
about being extremely right
he couldn't say for sure
what guilt he carried
as he lived his life
any wrong doing could have killed
him by his own conscience
yet in result, he had to fight
his own self and dreams
yes! indeed he had dreams, he was alive
not naive,not dull or futile
well read, well behaved, a gentleman
slightly peculiar yet worthwhile
ashamed to follow his mind unabashedly
he had to take others along, agreeing and on his side
thats what lead to no-where
thats why he was never himself, never satisfied
and clueless where he was wrong in being too right.....
John , living in his government quarter
with unchanging type...........

Only time will tell........Jeffery Archer

So this is a novel set in the backdrop of world war era in Britain, story of Harry -
and children going about their education with the vision to shape their future to be something other than what was handed down to them from the first world war and the
inevitable social incongruities. So Harry an ordinary boy of not so well to do family-who has to lick the bowl of soup of his uncle as his breakfast, has no other notion of
future other than working as a commoner in the ship-dock his uncle worked, ofcourse living the same life of meagerness to the rest of his life and few great people trapped in their own little large worries of uncertain events in life. Most beautifully all the good hearted people doing whatever in their means to ensure the boy Harry -gets a chance he so much deserves then the waste his days presently were.
His schoolmaster, his mother, Old Jack , Miss Monday .......all come together to coax and cajole and inspire the kid on the so called work hard routine to get entry into the well known names of higher education n dignity of world - namely focused around Oxford in this case. Though the characters , circumstances and events are amazingly interwoven - the impression left with me after finishing the book - is how similar it looked some 100's of years before then is today to get admission in any such highly reputed college. Having gone through various such uncertainties over a period of time in a good college, enough grades to pass and again pulling through an entrance exam - it nowhere seemed to be outdated or set in another world. Either we have incorporated the British influence so much to shape our country and never could improve on any further to have a lasting change- or somehow the hundred years makes not very visible difference to the world . Anyways Harry , Emma, Giles and Deakins -all in their own ways seeking and getting an entry into the world of wonders and dreams-Oxford, Somehow it was delightful , heart-touching though having a tragic end.........Cant wait to read the other 3 books of Harry's journey......
Archer is ofcourse an impressive writer with ability to indulge the viewers .....!!! nice read....

A Mask and Cable.......

with a mask and a cable I left XYZ,
Mask given to protect employees from flu ,
which nobody will return
cable i forgot in my room ,
being useless was taken out of the lappy bag
today both the mask n the cable
r inseparable part of my room
donno whats d use
it aint memory to preserve
just they lie there
with some history associated
a simple beautiful mask
n a equally beautiful cable

Midnight in Paris

Ok its kindda funny to see the extent of romanticism and fantasy one can take.To be honest I am a big dreamer -dreamer of magical world full of all biggest n brightest historical things and Roman and greek art, architecture,tales, sculpture and wonders. It all seems so very perfect and impressive - well who aint is marvelled by reading of these greatness-but somewhow somewhere it cant be to watch and witness all at one time,you have to draw a line somewhere between real and illusion, as u cant possibly go on living an imagery; so I presume . Anyways so in this movie -this hero gets to visit the "bygone age", he considers to be the Golden age, in his most beloved city of Paris-where he wants to settle and loves everything about it. His zeal is not at all shared by his to be fiancée -she thinks him to be insane to have these ideas -but guess what? our time tussle drops in, the hero goes to the different era-the 20th century by sitting in a strange cab -lets assume it to be some kind of time machine and gets to meet all the great historical writers he ever admired in person , meets Pablo Picasso and Eliot and all n no. of such big names you always associate with the 20th century as big figures of their time. He soon finds that " true love gives the courage to forget the fear of death", which he is always gripped with and hence seems to be a sadist. Further he comes to know the beauty to find a person who somehow shares every interest and passion as u ....who just fits in with your fantasies and is the true soul-mate -ofcourse if u put it in fantasy lingo.
OK so he returns back to his present time thats 21st century-2010 to be precise, breaks up with his to be fiancée -gets to know what note to take on the book he's writing with the help of the 20th century writer's remarks.Ofcourse it was not the best movies ever made, it was not even close to hold the interest if ur 1% realist I presume. But if ur insane enough to hear to ur weird cravings of the other perfect world ,getting on somewhere around some part of universe or maybe by time space continuum right now simultaneously or parallely somewhere, you wanna know the meaning of life and wish to live in just the world as u would like it to be; u somehow come to believe the story -ridiculously u are with the main hero in his disconnect with his pushy GF , her cynicism of his book, his uncertainty whether to follow his dreams of writing or to head to the continuous push to get back to script writing in Hollywood -at which he's pretty successful. You are always hoping he should not give up his quest of fantasy world ...


Somehow somewhere we all cherish the thoughts of being in the world , we dream of ,tempting however it be but as a reality it must be testing.Optimism for a sadist is a big deal-its just out of his immediate nature.You cant live in future , u cant live in past -what u have to live in is the present .You can take ideas and inspiration from the fascinating past and you can put ur imagery and fancy for the future.But present is where ur world and action is . What would it be like to know that what ur living is possibily the best you have always had in mind and have ever hoped for.

hell lot of a day...

This was hell lot of a day...I would say , I wud like my each day to be like this
starting at 6:30 to swimming , to lakeside and songs to sleep again at 8:30 -
bharatnatyam at 10 and then lab and work there till 9 and then 3 movies back to back ..
woah lemme take my holidays on this note.........:)


Well I think this must be modified as most memorable days spent in IIT.........

2nd in chain happened on last Thursday thats 5th Jan - my bhai's B'Day .....after roaming around for 5 hours 7 pm to 11 pm in campus, Nathoos @HIranandani and H8 Brewberry's and with long weekend in store - had a Sketching night out with Amit and Shreyansh - learnt to make basic painting and tried hands on sketching - till 5 am on 6th Jan then went to lake side then hill side and then optimal control class - 2 meetigns and slept at 3 to wake up at 8 and went to see Pronight show - it was good ......njoyed loads in all - happy happy weekend........with Kritika's B'Day and the farzi dances we viewed to bakar till 4 on phone.ahaa loved d 3 days...........

God must be crazy??

What was with the movie God must be crazy?? The narrative was really funny n so was the perspective and the handiness of the things at one place..I hate overdoing of coincidences , yet here it was not so much of an eye sour ....It kindda ended on a note where it should end......Good the buggerman gets to dispose off the evil he seeked to throw , see's gods in person and ofcourse the end of the world ;oops I meant the place where earth comes to an end and abode of God starts :)..
And the civilised world carries on with its chaotic notes - ofcourse without any need of faith or belief or categorisation or classification , forget of elimination , of evil.......it just kept feeding to the complexity it somehow originated to make life simple. Simpler than what was handed down to them by the very God - whoever he be n however he intended it to be......
n now the journey has come so far that the meaning of life is somewhere int his complexity - rest all is so trivial n inconsiderable..........maybe its just that heaven was the life of those of buggerman ........n we out-off nowhere showed germs of ingenuity to create the antiheaven.......n we are still Zealously are onto the job........Bingo the end would be anti-heaven for sure- God see what we can make.........lolz...donno lemme just let it go for a while.......