the two most powerful love movies i have seen...
- love story
- hum dil de chuke sanam
both full of pain and form of true love that goes beyond self (not just love for each other)...ultimate
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
A tribute to Capt Tarun Kumar
Lt Col V K Trihma (my Tayaji) once told his son Tarun Kumar (my cousin)
"Son do something in life that makes me proud and people know me as your father rather than you as my son"
My cousin fought at the border in Kashmir and sacrificed his life saving the nation, including you and me, he made not only his dad but entire country proud...
today...Tauji is known as Capt Tarun Kumar's Father!!!
Bhaiya, we miss you!!!
"Son do something in life that makes me proud and people know me as your father rather than you as my son"
My cousin fought at the border in Kashmir and sacrificed his life saving the nation, including you and me, he made not only his dad but entire country proud...
today...Tauji is known as Capt Tarun Kumar's Father!!!
Bhaiya, we miss you!!!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
i am in love for the 68th time
when ever i see his movie i yet again fall in love with Hugh Grant !!!
i hate migraines
why cant there be no cure for it...after all it is a pain...
thanks deepak for taking me to the doc at 2 AM, lucky that you were in town!!!
thanks deepak for taking me to the doc at 2 AM, lucky that you were in town!!!
sorry
sorry, very easy for you to say, but it does not undo what has happened, it cannot take away the pain it caused me ...as the hurt is so deep, i cannot forget, and if cannot forget i cannot forgive - i am sorry !!!
Friday, September 14, 2007
mumbai traffic...
I cannot understand, why and how the financial capital of India is left in the condition it is left to....mumbai... i stay in suburbs...there are only 3 roads in our part of the world....
Link road, SV road, and WE highway...and entire mumbai will be found clogging these 3 roads morning from 8:30 to 11 and evening from 5:30 to 9:00 ... there is no 4th route to take...once 1/2 Km away from home took me 1 1/2 hours to cover...can it get any sadder?
Worst is...to move from east to west (across SV road) there are just hand full of connections made...and that too...good enuff for only 2 vehicals to go at a time...and you will find rows and rows of BEST buses, autowala's and our private vehicals fighting their way into it...why can't this connectivity be made better? i dont know
despite my indicator to take left...and when i am about to take it...auto's , bikes, cycles....will happily over take me from left ..can they not see the indicator blinking and the car turning? and when i am about to move, three girls will come giggling crossing the road taking their own sweet time, in no hurry that they are holding fleet of cars ... i helpless listen to the honking of the vehicles i am holding,wait for the girls to crawl at a tortoise speed and then move again...
and if this is not enuff...the rains will do the rest...the handful connections i spoke about will be submerged in water...
i want to know...why can't this be sorted...mumbai is a fantastic city but the traffic sucks...lives would be so much better if this one problem is sorted...but somewhere i feel that the mumbaikars very strangely take pride in this chaotic traffic....
when u are stuck in km's of traffic jam look around to see how people react...they are as calm as ever...as if they anticipated this...that amazes me...that is not how this problem will be solved...please do not accept it, as once u accept it ...any scope of improvement stops, even before it starts...this is NOT how traffic it is suppose to be....if u think this is it...then this is how it will remain....
i was discussing this with a friend at work...and so proudly he told me..."this traffic is nothing wait for rains and u will see no one will be able to go out for work"...and his eyes were glittering with pride stating this...he did not know how sad that smile and the glitter in his eyes made me...
i wanna tell all mumbaikars...u have a fantastic city...just don't accept the traffic situation as is...coz if you do not want a change...there will never be any...
Link road, SV road, and WE highway...and entire mumbai will be found clogging these 3 roads morning from 8:30 to 11 and evening from 5:30 to 9:00 ... there is no 4th route to take...once 1/2 Km away from home took me 1 1/2 hours to cover...can it get any sadder?
Worst is...to move from east to west (across SV road) there are just hand full of connections made...and that too...good enuff for only 2 vehicals to go at a time...and you will find rows and rows of BEST buses, autowala's and our private vehicals fighting their way into it...why can't this connectivity be made better? i dont know
despite my indicator to take left...and when i am about to take it...auto's , bikes, cycles....will happily over take me from left ..can they not see the indicator blinking and the car turning? and when i am about to move, three girls will come giggling crossing the road taking their own sweet time, in no hurry that they are holding fleet of cars ... i helpless listen to the honking of the vehicles i am holding,wait for the girls to crawl at a tortoise speed and then move again...
and if this is not enuff...the rains will do the rest...the handful connections i spoke about will be submerged in water...
i want to know...why can't this be sorted...mumbai is a fantastic city but the traffic sucks...lives would be so much better if this one problem is sorted...but somewhere i feel that the mumbaikars very strangely take pride in this chaotic traffic....
when u are stuck in km's of traffic jam look around to see how people react...they are as calm as ever...as if they anticipated this...that amazes me...that is not how this problem will be solved...please do not accept it, as once u accept it ...any scope of improvement stops, even before it starts...this is NOT how traffic it is suppose to be....if u think this is it...then this is how it will remain....
i was discussing this with a friend at work...and so proudly he told me..."this traffic is nothing wait for rains and u will see no one will be able to go out for work"...and his eyes were glittering with pride stating this...he did not know how sad that smile and the glitter in his eyes made me...
i wanna tell all mumbaikars...u have a fantastic city...just don't accept the traffic situation as is...coz if you do not want a change...there will never be any...
speak up...
not once but many a times it has happened that i have this great idea in my mind that i want to share, waiting for the right time to come..blah blah blah and before i know someone else has spoken about it...
in discussions when all are breaking heads for a solution , i may have an idea in my mind, but it sounds so stupid coz it sounds so basic...in fear of making a fool of myself ... i keep shut...and surprise surprise ... though basic...my solution was bang on!!! once again spoken by someone else...
my husband always tells me...most of the complex problem have simple solutions...but people are so fixed on solving complexity that they miss out the obvious...
so
lesson learnt - i will always speak up...
in discussions when all are breaking heads for a solution , i may have an idea in my mind, but it sounds so stupid coz it sounds so basic...in fear of making a fool of myself ... i keep shut...and surprise surprise ... though basic...my solution was bang on!!! once again spoken by someone else...
my husband always tells me...most of the complex problem have simple solutions...but people are so fixed on solving complexity that they miss out the obvious...
so
lesson learnt - i will always speak up...
Saturday, September 08, 2007
i talk, therefore i am…
i talk a lot, … i mean …a lot, which sometimes leads me to say things i shouldn’t. u know, when u have a task of speaking 252 words in a second…u actually cant put the phrase “think before u speak” into practice can u…?
they say my 'mercury' (the planet - it represents communication) is disturbed .. hence my communication – my blabber mouth will never stop...and if the ‘planet’ says so…i guess i have no choice :)
take it or leave it…i come only in one style…
Road not taken...can we actually take it?
"road not taken" by Robert Frost, personally a very inspiring poem, that talks about how the road less traveled by... made all the difference...tell me in reality how many of us will or will be allowed to take the road that is "not taken".
Aren't we from childhood taught to stick to the conservative rather less risky path in life? how many of us do take a chance with our studies or career even if it means to follow our dreams?
do we not stop ourselves from doing something that our heart may long for but the world around may criticize.
...and how many times has the fear of society stopped u from taking that path u knew would actually make the difference...
... it may have worked for Mr Frost when he said " I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference " but i am not sure if we all can take the road that we know will make the difference...may be that road even if we want, cannot be taken...
Aren't we from childhood taught to stick to the conservative rather less risky path in life? how many of us do take a chance with our studies or career even if it means to follow our dreams?
do we not stop ourselves from doing something that our heart may long for but the world around may criticize.
...and how many times has the fear of society stopped u from taking that path u knew would actually make the difference...
... it may have worked for Mr Frost when he said " I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference " but i am not sure if we all can take the road that we know will make the difference...may be that road even if we want, cannot be taken...
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
do i live too much in my past?
if you happen to know me once - and knew that i cared for you then - don’t be surprised if i pop up in front of you to say hello...just like that …out of the blue…..that is me…
is that normal?
i am not sure …there are times when i see something that reminds me of someone special ... it could be a little thing as a purple color…as that is what my friend jyoti liked…or a post box or a post man – as that reminds me of my childhood friend vivek whom i grew up writing 2 letters a week (and now new age letters - emails), or simply two girls giggling away to glory – that reminds me of my bestest (if there is a word like that in dictionary) of friends God could ever make…anamika
when i think of them i want to get back to them…so i follow the trace from where we lost touch and reach out…just to say hello…you know for old time’s sake… but what i don’t realize is that they may not have been thinking of me, they may have totally moved on … and for them the times that we shared are now just some fancy pictures in their album…
I miss my old days, my friends, my school, my school canteen and uniform, the corridor, the evening walks around the park with my 3 girlfriends, my colleagues in chennai and horrible drive to office in kelambakam far away from the city ….i miss every thing...
so when I come to know the whereabouts of a friend, I make that extra effort to reach out to them…you know for the old times sake and say hello...…but you know what - I am not sure if they feel the same way…
Its not that those were the perfect days …I had my share of heartbreaks,crying over the pillow nights as well…(check my blog…it talks all about it) … I see my life today…I am happiest i have ever been…i could not have asked God for more – (touch wood ) I have a perfect husband (parceled from my past - the days i am talking about), a perfect marriage and a great job…so why do I miss those times and people so much…??
is it that I am too sensitive when compared to others? is it a disease? is it abnormal? is it that the nostalgia glands (if any) work overtime for me…do I not want to let that time go? do I want to hold it back? …i do not know…so I worry thinking about it…as not many go around the world getting connected to school time friends, or people you worked with 8 years ago… I wonder, may be unlike most of the world… I live too much in my past…
is that normal?
i am not sure …there are times when i see something that reminds me of someone special ... it could be a little thing as a purple color…as that is what my friend jyoti liked…or a post box or a post man – as that reminds me of my childhood friend vivek whom i grew up writing 2 letters a week (and now new age letters - emails), or simply two girls giggling away to glory – that reminds me of my bestest (if there is a word like that in dictionary) of friends God could ever make…anamika
when i think of them i want to get back to them…so i follow the trace from where we lost touch and reach out…just to say hello…you know for old time’s sake… but what i don’t realize is that they may not have been thinking of me, they may have totally moved on … and for them the times that we shared are now just some fancy pictures in their album…
I miss my old days, my friends, my school, my school canteen and uniform, the corridor, the evening walks around the park with my 3 girlfriends, my colleagues in chennai and horrible drive to office in kelambakam far away from the city ….i miss every thing...
so when I come to know the whereabouts of a friend, I make that extra effort to reach out to them…you know for the old times sake and say hello...…but you know what - I am not sure if they feel the same way…
Its not that those were the perfect days …I had my share of heartbreaks,crying over the pillow nights as well…(check my blog…it talks all about it) … I see my life today…I am happiest i have ever been…i could not have asked God for more – (touch wood ) I have a perfect husband (parceled from my past - the days i am talking about), a perfect marriage and a great job…so why do I miss those times and people so much…??
is it that I am too sensitive when compared to others? is it a disease? is it abnormal? is it that the nostalgia glands (if any) work overtime for me…do I not want to let that time go? do I want to hold it back? …i do not know…so I worry thinking about it…as not many go around the world getting connected to school time friends, or people you worked with 8 years ago… I wonder, may be unlike most of the world… I live too much in my past…
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