Shan and Tahira.... Thank You.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Santosh Subramaniam
Santosh Subramanian, a delightful family entertainer. Doesn't waste valuable time in unnecessary fights, punch dialogue and needless sentiments. Introduces the plot immediately and sustains it beautifully through out the movie. Kudos to the director. I must say this is definitely one of Ravi's best movies i ever saw. I loved the background score and Genelia will always be my darling.
This is how far i am going to review the movie simply because i was never really good at writing it.
Here's a micro synopsis:
The film primarily revolves around a father and son relationship with the father's dote on his son ironically leaving a bitter taste with the latter. The son's choices and his wants to achieve something in life are always subdued by his father's. The father has a justification in the form of his dream, that is to build a dream house. When it comes to his son's marriage, the son breaks his shackles of respect only to experience the newly found independence. The film concludes with the father's repentance on his foolishness and the happy marriage of the protagonists.
Somehow this film really appealed to me. Not sure why though. Maybe i was able to relate to some of the key moments depicted in the movie. In an Indian culture, our parents are always in key roles relating to everything. From the mundane to the monumental. Tradition and Respect are not to be trifled with. Its even backed by my religion. To hurt your parents is a downright sin.
My parents always knew whats best for me right from my birth. When young, always knowing what i should wear. What to eat. How to dress. What hairstyle. You name it, they would have done it. Now though i can understand their love, sometimes it becomes overbearing. Yet i can't bring myself to voice it out for the very fundamental reason for their actions is love. I simply accept while eating away at myself from the inside.
When everyone was laughing at the protagonists antics when trying to voice out his displeasure, i was for once, seriously engulfed and i told Mr. Protagonist, " i know how you feel dude". I could sense my family giving me the "whats wrong with you " look.
However, there is one point that really hit me... and i hope it hit my family too. At a particular scene, the protagonist mother would be asking the father, how much he knew about the son. Who the son was at home would not be who he is outside home. Which is really true. I often had arguments with my parents whenever they proclaimed that they knew me like the back of their hands thus they know whats best for my future.. Many times i have found myself at a fix trying to explain this theory to them. They retort by asking me " So you are saying that you are putting up an act at home is it?". How like that. Who i am at home is just a small percentage of who i am overall. So i gladly took the opportunity to nudge my mom and told her " you get what she is saying rite?".
The other similarity between the hero and me is our parents persistence to arrange our marriages. Frankly i am ok with both arranged or loved marriages. Ultimately home holds the highest sanctity for me and i know for sure that a wife out of an arranged marriage would safe guard it. But considering what i might gain in a loved marriage and the points proved through this wonderful entertainer, now i think i mite be more inclined towards marrying a girl whom i love first. ( i can already hear one darling manjan rooting for me ;-)
Its one of those movies that leaves you in a surreal feeling when the credits roll out... Go catch it.
This is how far i am going to review the movie simply because i was never really good at writing it.
Here's a micro synopsis:
The film primarily revolves around a father and son relationship with the father's dote on his son ironically leaving a bitter taste with the latter. The son's choices and his wants to achieve something in life are always subdued by his father's. The father has a justification in the form of his dream, that is to build a dream house. When it comes to his son's marriage, the son breaks his shackles of respect only to experience the newly found independence. The film concludes with the father's repentance on his foolishness and the happy marriage of the protagonists.
Somehow this film really appealed to me. Not sure why though. Maybe i was able to relate to some of the key moments depicted in the movie. In an Indian culture, our parents are always in key roles relating to everything. From the mundane to the monumental. Tradition and Respect are not to be trifled with. Its even backed by my religion. To hurt your parents is a downright sin.
My parents always knew whats best for me right from my birth. When young, always knowing what i should wear. What to eat. How to dress. What hairstyle. You name it, they would have done it. Now though i can understand their love, sometimes it becomes overbearing. Yet i can't bring myself to voice it out for the very fundamental reason for their actions is love. I simply accept while eating away at myself from the inside.
When everyone was laughing at the protagonists antics when trying to voice out his displeasure, i was for once, seriously engulfed and i told Mr. Protagonist, " i know how you feel dude". I could sense my family giving me the "whats wrong with you " look.
However, there is one point that really hit me... and i hope it hit my family too. At a particular scene, the protagonist mother would be asking the father, how much he knew about the son. Who the son was at home would not be who he is outside home. Which is really true. I often had arguments with my parents whenever they proclaimed that they knew me like the back of their hands thus they know whats best for my future.. Many times i have found myself at a fix trying to explain this theory to them. They retort by asking me " So you are saying that you are putting up an act at home is it?". How like that. Who i am at home is just a small percentage of who i am overall. So i gladly took the opportunity to nudge my mom and told her " you get what she is saying rite?".
The other similarity between the hero and me is our parents persistence to arrange our marriages. Frankly i am ok with both arranged or loved marriages. Ultimately home holds the highest sanctity for me and i know for sure that a wife out of an arranged marriage would safe guard it. But considering what i might gain in a loved marriage and the points proved through this wonderful entertainer, now i think i mite be more inclined towards marrying a girl whom i love first. ( i can already hear one darling manjan rooting for me ;-)
Its one of those movies that leaves you in a surreal feeling when the credits roll out... Go catch it.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Miracles...
Miracles, they exist. In plain sight.
Miracles, I have come to realise, are a matter of perception. Just like how one would view the concept of luck and coincidence. It materializes to those who believe and remains a mirage to those who are skeptical.
But aren't we all skeptics? Demanding rationale, justification and results as pre-requesites in order to believe... In this day and age, we have to dig deep into our minds crevices just to find faith being subjugated by logic and reasoning. What's the point then? If faith has to be verified, then, it's just a fact.
But i guess God anticipated our curiosity. Which could be why, HE peppered hints to prove the existence of faith and its miracles, yet at the same time made them subtle to protect their sanctity. Simply put, ( I assume) He created one of the biggest conundrums( perspectives) to ensure only true believers are able to bear witness to miracles..
I used Faith and Miracles interchangeably, for both them require the same to condition to exist. You need to believe.
Till recently, my definition of a Miracle had always been the occurence of the impossible. But not any more. Life itself is a miracle. The very breath i draw is a miracle. I met a man who some time back who opened my eyes to a number of miracles. By doing so , he helped me re-affirm my beliefs ( ironically i needed proof to believe as well).
Tahira's Uncle was diagnosed with cancer and it was terminal. He soldiered on against it for a mind blowing 1.5 years. I visited him a number of times.. Each time he taught a lesson. Once when i was sitting next to him thinking how much worse is he going to suffer, as if he read my thought bubble, he gives a smirk and looks to his brother . And as if given a que, his brother tells me the story of Prophet Ayub. A very timely lesson indeed.
On another visit, i was sitting next to him thinking why is he being tested so much considering he is a very pious man. Through him i saw one more of HIS miracles. Through his bed ridden sufferings, he united an entire fueding family and gave each of them a second chance to mend broken fences and make ammends.
Uncle gave a gift to everyone there during his passing. I pray that all of them can see the gift and appreciate it.
After a very long time, I teared. As the first drops rolled down my cheeks, i realised why life was so frail. For if it wasn't, we as human beings, simply would have taken it for granted. The most important lesson came when the tears hit the earth and dried up. Every day we get to live is a miracle. Just like how the tears evaporated, so does the days that were loaned to us by HIM. Make everyday count.
My meetings with Uncle was the biggest miracle in my life yet. Insha Allah, if i get to live long enough, i shall try my best( Insha Allah) to be of some purpose and direction to others (like how Uncle was to me) before my life comes to a close.
Uncle, you will always live on in my heart and iin my prayers. Thank you for opening my eyes.
Miracles, I have come to realise, are a matter of perception. Just like how one would view the concept of luck and coincidence. It materializes to those who believe and remains a mirage to those who are skeptical.
But aren't we all skeptics? Demanding rationale, justification and results as pre-requesites in order to believe... In this day and age, we have to dig deep into our minds crevices just to find faith being subjugated by logic and reasoning. What's the point then? If faith has to be verified, then, it's just a fact.
But i guess God anticipated our curiosity. Which could be why, HE peppered hints to prove the existence of faith and its miracles, yet at the same time made them subtle to protect their sanctity. Simply put, ( I assume) He created one of the biggest conundrums( perspectives) to ensure only true believers are able to bear witness to miracles..
I used Faith and Miracles interchangeably, for both them require the same to condition to exist. You need to believe.
Till recently, my definition of a Miracle had always been the occurence of the impossible. But not any more. Life itself is a miracle. The very breath i draw is a miracle. I met a man who some time back who opened my eyes to a number of miracles. By doing so , he helped me re-affirm my beliefs ( ironically i needed proof to believe as well).
Tahira's Uncle was diagnosed with cancer and it was terminal. He soldiered on against it for a mind blowing 1.5 years. I visited him a number of times.. Each time he taught a lesson. Once when i was sitting next to him thinking how much worse is he going to suffer, as if he read my thought bubble, he gives a smirk and looks to his brother . And as if given a que, his brother tells me the story of Prophet Ayub. A very timely lesson indeed.
On another visit, i was sitting next to him thinking why is he being tested so much considering he is a very pious man. Through him i saw one more of HIS miracles. Through his bed ridden sufferings, he united an entire fueding family and gave each of them a second chance to mend broken fences and make ammends.
Uncle gave a gift to everyone there during his passing. I pray that all of them can see the gift and appreciate it.
After a very long time, I teared. As the first drops rolled down my cheeks, i realised why life was so frail. For if it wasn't, we as human beings, simply would have taken it for granted. The most important lesson came when the tears hit the earth and dried up. Every day we get to live is a miracle. Just like how the tears evaporated, so does the days that were loaned to us by HIM. Make everyday count.
My meetings with Uncle was the biggest miracle in my life yet. Insha Allah, if i get to live long enough, i shall try my best( Insha Allah) to be of some purpose and direction to others (like how Uncle was to me) before my life comes to a close.
Uncle, you will always live on in my heart and iin my prayers. Thank you for opening my eyes.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Just...
Time:
It is tough scavenging for time for anything. I am busy, but what am i occupied with? I don't know. Work? Home? Or practicum? Though i found practicum not as intimidating as i thought it would be, I still found myself with a lack of time for my social life and activities. I have incarcerated myself to the confines of my room to an extent my mom feels as if I am a tenant in a sublet room. I must admit i find it funny when she occasionally pops in to ask for rent.
My Life:
Pathetically, it revolves around going to work and coming back home. It is mundane. Really... Except for the occasional runs i have with Ah Bin , Amanda and gang and ..... myself. Apart from desperately trying lose my tummy, I guess it's my way of pacifying myself: that i am active in my social life ( or the lack of). This succinct paragraph bears witness to my exciting life.
My Friends:
Recent developements- I believe that you can never be close friends with colleagues . But Life has a funny way of throwing little surprises. Once in a while you tend to find those really special some ones that you can be absolutely yourself with.... and yeah , you don't mind making sandwiches for them too with egg.. and mayo... and sauce.
The Constants- All of you, even a well developed bond has the propensity to erode, thanks to complacency and lack of intrinsic communication. I guess you all know what i am talking about.
My take :
The HDB flats seem to resemble more of pigeon holes. The MRT has become the icon of a Singaporean lifestyle. The CTE Jam seems like my pay increments. Gmaps just enlightened me to how crowded my country is. I have lost all hopes that i will ever see my CPF money in my lifetime. ( I wont dare to write any further on my takes).
Miracles:
It's everywhere. Miracles occur everywhere and everytime. It just doesn't resemble those that we have in mind. Lately i have been blessed to view some of them in action in real time. But i will blog about it in detail another time. I feel that it deserves more weight than just me superficially pointing at it.
To a beautiful Manjan ( term of endearment that will only be understood by that particular person actually, not a racial slurr):
You are a bloody pain in my ass. If i tell you that i can't run and that i need sleep ... you listen .. Don't argue! Sitting upright and putting a bolster on your face will not get you anywhere. But i must admit. You are one stubborn babe. I actually pity your boyfriend.
To all Aunties and Uncles:
Please.. thank you so much for trying to find me a bride. But really.... Don't you all have anything better to do....
On a random note:
Zayed received the honour of being featured on my 100th post.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
You and Me, Zed.
what day is itand in what month
this clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up
and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
all of the things that I want to sayjust aren't coming out right
I'm tripping inwards
you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here
cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
there's something about you nowI can't quite figure out
everything he does is beautiful
everything he does is right
you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to lose
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
what day is it
and in what month
this clock never seemed so alive
Just you and me, Zed..
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Hamster give away
Hey all those hamster lovers out there...check out this link. i am not a hamster lover... but support a fren la....
http://sheylara.com/2008/04/13/sheylara-great-hamster-giveaway
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