Someone....

Someone was peeping from the other side of mirror,
Someone strange,unknown, fighter and savior.
Someone whose dreams were still not dead,
Someone who was untouched by the influence of others.
Someone who may be exhausted but has not defeated,
Someone who need not camouflage her sorrows behind laughters.
Someone who was not lost in the world of responsibilities,
Someone who needs not seek music to find peace.

The one who was standing on threshold fueling the gears of strength,
Urging me to take the plunge and dive into the world of my faith!

Why Bajrangi would always be my favorite version of Bhaijaan!

Its been two weeks since the movie hit the theatres and I still remember the chase it had become to get the tickets. Phew… bad luck I could not get one, thanks to my poor planning. Salman’s movie and that too during Eid, well I would have planned at least a fortnight before.

Well after trying two times, I could not hold the suspense and that too when I was constantly being updated by friends about how awesome movie it was. So I borrowed the torrent version from a colleague at my office. Since that day, I have already watched the movie about four times and even find excuses to play it again at home. It is not because I am a huge fan of the actor, but I would credit my infectious affinity for this highly anticipated Eid release to the director Kabir Khan who through this entertaining and outlandish plot has hit the right chords with people like me in a complete Bollywood style.

Two bitter foes who have been fighting and feigning friendships since generations; an adorable girl who is lost and a typical Hindu version of guy who is an ardent follower of Hanuman, dislikes meat and meat-eaters both, helps people out of turn and is a man of his word. A perfect Bollywood fairytale in making. Does someone like Bajrangi can exist? Probably not, that I am sure of then why do I keep watching it again and again.

Realism, well you have leave that behind the gates when you set to watch a Salman’s flick. A some fresh dose of hope and disbelief which will awaken your love of mankind and not religions through a totally picturesque unreal climax. When it comes to hitting the real emotions, the plot hits all the right ones. A completely fun filled and light hearted entertaining flick with an ending which got a little over the head proves that people are capable of all goodness irrespective of the countries they live in. The film is a worth watch even if you are not a high-time-Salman-fan-club-member.

I hope we could take some serious note from the movie and try to bring out that good ‘Bajrangi’ in us who has lost amidst all daily struggles of life. Just by daily dose of some good deeds and definitely not by hopping the borders without visas and passport of course. ;)

LikeoMania: The new age Disease

A quite fateful Sunday!

After a much grilling week at work, I decided to go out to refresh my spirits and called sister dearest.

My idea of instant rejuvenation would have included a walk in a park or just a hot cup of brewing coffee with a nice book. But of course that would not be on her list so finally after considering few options which we had; we headed to the nearest mall. The new age hangout place which turns into the holidaying spot every weekend.

2 hours later….

After strolling the maze of designer showrooms and other picturesque outlets, I found my legs making way to the coffee shop in an attempt to distant my brain from the display of new age fashion. Each of the outlets had almost similar designs, someone of them quoting outrageous prices for the same.

4000 and that too for a cotton shirt, well that’s quite affordable for a nation which has recently raised its minimum wage from 137 to 160 a day!

As ‘R’ and I ascended the escalators, two girls appeared who were trying to click their selfies and started making horrific faces as if those expressions were really adorable. But they are, in fact these pictures would soon be uploaded to the social networking sites and may even attract good number of likes. The definitions of beauty and memories have been terribly hit by the digitalization of our world.

I could recall that when I was younger, pictures were more about moments and feelings. Thanks to my mom, who has a deep infatuation with keeping pictures and going over them atleast twice in a month, we still have pictures from our childhood as well as growing days. Some of them are good while others have funny and awkward versions of me. Being an introvert since childhood, most of the pictures have me in the background with my siblings at the front, and others where I am in focus have me being smothered by the loving relatives.

R glares at me as if accusing me of observing those girls and finally blurts out,” What are you thinking?”

I replied in my oh so intelligent tone, “Arey, I was just thinking to put my old pictures on Facebook. What do you think, how many likes would I get?”

She snorts, “Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook has not got any Dislike Button. Otherwise it would have been death of half of the girls.”

We laughed out loud like crazy on our own joke and made way towards our destination.