LifE iN A mEtrO….. hUH

Well I have been waiting for the movie since long. I had 2 reasons for that.

Firstly I heard the songs of the movie, and believe me they are just awesome, as I am a crazy for music, so here was something which was testing my patience.
And secondly I have been told that the movie is based on a novel, “That Thing Called Love” – by Tuhin A Sinha. Thanks to my friend’s for letting me know this, and special thanks to Ankur who even made it possible for me to read that one, as he brought it home.

This was the first ever novel which I completed in 3 days, that too without affecting my daily routine. (Was a tough job for me). Believe me being a novice in reading; it took a lot of dedication from me.

And finally it was May 12, 2007, the D-day and we friends plan to go for it @ Goregaon HUB. We got the tickets for the 7:20 pm show. The same day I got a call from a friend of mine (the only previously know face to me in Mumbai, I was looking forward to meet him from Past 6-8 months. In last one year I have seen him only twice) to see his place - Thane.

I had a quick lunch @ 1:00 pm (lunch @ 1:00 on Saturday is another very rare thing), and left for his place.Reached there and then I was looking to come back by 6:30. I planned to directly join my friends at the multiplex and not coming back to my place again. I left that place at 6:45, keeping in mind that it will take max 1 hour to reach and even I was prepared that I will miss some of it.

My friend's told me to collect the ticket from the guard and directly join them. I agreed on that.Then I decided to take a direct bus to the multiplex, for which I helplessly waited till 8:15. And then I decided that I will take another bus, not direct but then will take a rick from there.

I was almost asleep (which I guess every one of us is used to, when we travel long distances in a BEST bus), and Anshul’s call woke me and my first few words were “Don’t tell me Interval ho gaya hai”. He said yes, and my eyes ran to my watch. It was almost 9:00.

I tried to find out where have I reached, and after looking at some of the hoardings, I concluded that I have not covered even half of the distance.

By the time I reached Hiranandani, Powai, my clock ticked 9:30. I thought it would be better to go home and dropped the idea of even getting to see a part of the movie. So I got down at Powai, and took another bus for my place.

When I got down, was feeling like I am alone in this world, i remember a few lines of a song from the movie.

Rishtey to nahi, rishton ki parchaiyaan mili,

Ye kaisi bheed hai, bus yahan tanhaiyaan mili
(from the day 1, this is really true for Mumbai)

I finally realized that though I didn’t get to see the movie- life in a metro, I definitely live one. :D

gIvE mE a bREAk !!!

I want to thank all my friends and other unknown people who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003, 2004 & 2005 and 2006.

Because of your kindness:

• I stopped drinking Coca-Cola after I found out that it's good only for removing toilet stains.

• I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS

• I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer.

• I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill from hell with calls to Uganda , Singapore and Tokyo.
  

• I also stopped drinking water outside for fear that I will get sick from the rat shit and urine.

• When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

• I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...)

• My free Nokia phone never arrived and neither did the free passes for a paid vacation to Disneyland.

• Made some hundred wishes before forwarding those Dalai Lama, Ganesh Vandana, Tirupathi Balaji pics etc… Now most of those "Wishes" are already married (to someone else)!

• If YAHOO deletes my account, it doesn't matter BUT PLEASE DON'T SEND me "YAHOO is deleting accounts: Due to sudden rush..." Otherwise I'll delete my E-Mail account!

IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you do not send this e-mail to at least 913760 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will shit on your head today at 2:00 pm

Give me a break!!

Source: None other than one of the forwards :D

mAA tERi BhoOMi - mAtRUbhoOMi

Is it what is meant by matrubhoomi ?

Well the very reason I chose this topic, is that I had recently seen a movie named matrubhoomi by manish jha ( a must watch – thanks to Rohit & Ankur for making it possible for me to see it ), another off beat movie, which was splendidly well directed. The actors did a real good job. But the act in the screen was awful. It was all about female feticide or say female infanticide.

A short description of the story:

“The film begins in a rural setting, with the delivery of a baby girl to a village couple. Her disappointed father, who was hoping for a boy, drowns her in vat of milk in a public ceremony. Many years later, this unchecked trend leads to the village being populated solely by males. The now uncouth and aggressive young men of the village are desperate for wives, and release their frustration through group screenings of imported pornographic films, cross -dressed dance performances, and even bestiality. They are shown to be willing to go to the lengths of human trafficking in order to procure spouses for themselves.

The father of five boys finds out about a single young woman, named Kalki, living some distance from the village, and literally buys her from her father. She is then married to all five sons. Each night of the week, she is forced to sleep with one of the sons, and even the father gets his weekly night with her. Of all the men in the boorish lot, only the youngest son treats her with respect and tenderness.

When the youngest son is killed by his jealous brothers, and an escape attempt with a sympathetic domestic servant boy goes lethally awry, she becomes a pawn of revenge in an inter-community conflict and an unwilling object of sexual release for even more men. She is chained to a post in the cow shed and raped mercilessly night after night. The film ends on a violent but hopeful note, as she bears a baby girl while the men of the village kill each other off over rights to her and her child.”

They say:

Female infanticide is prompted by the existence of a dowry system which requires the family to pay out a great deal of money when a female child is married. For a poor family, the birth of a girl child can signal the beginning of financial ruin and extreme hardship.

I would ask:

When your son is married, why do you expect the money to flow in with the new member?

You stop expecting, which you actually never deserve, and then even you don’t have to shed money for your daughter.

They say:

They need boys to carry on the family line, whereas girls leave to join their husband's families.

I would ask:

If everyone starts thinking on the same lines, then where would you get a bride for your son to carry the family line?

They say:

A father needs a son to light his funeral pyre when he dies

I would ask:

What if even after trying for his whole life, a father could not produce a son?

Why does one forget that all the traditions are made by human, and they are made for human?

A few lines i best remember here:

“Raat hindole pe baitha ek,

banda rota jhool gaya.

Padh li aaj quran magar main,

Padh li aaj quran magar main,

Aayeaton ko bhool gaya.” – A famous song from movie Black Friday.

“Instead of cursing the darkness, let's light a candle.”