Visit to HAL Museum, Bangalore

Golmaal 3

Ok.. I didn’t have any inclination to watch this movie. With the first in the series still fresh with all the wounds that accompanied it, I was pretty much sure I wouldn’t have to watch the second one. But I get to see it. Every second day on the television. It’s like the entire media world is conspiring to ‘spoil’ my taste in movies! And so I try to gulp down the senseless comedy like the bitter ‘karela juice’ (bitter gourd) that my mother insisted upon having during the troubled teen years. I even tried to get used to the taste by blocking other senses like sight and smell. But I failed. Somethings just don’t appeal. Like the gaggy comedies which are being churned out these days. (Ok.. I am not sure if ‘gaggy’ is actually a word… But considering the nonsensical gags, I could find no better way to describe them).

I did that again yesterday. We were all set to watch Guzaarish. But ended up watching Golmaal 3. Why? I told you about the conspiracy theory, right? But surprisingly (to myself), I didn’t regret it much. I LOVE Mithun. Even at this age. And loved every instant that he appeared on screen.  The jokes (if you can call them that!) were stale and boring. But I did like the whole spoof-on-ads-movies thing. If only they had toned down the movie a little bit more. Oh and I do like that ‘Vasooli Bhai’! ( Am I revealing too much of my horrible taste in movies ? 😉 ) Ratna Pathak remined me of ‘Sara bhai’ series.. especially the one where she remembers her marriage to Mr Sarabhai! Adorable.

Oh and despite all the good points, it still is no match to our good old Khatta Meetha, the one with the similar plot.

 

Pic from here

Love is in the air :)

Cool and silent,

the fragrant breeze kisses my cheeks and soothes the eyes.

The heart leaps up as I

witness the beautiful calm in turbulent skies.

Around me I find

beautiful people with love-filled hearts.

Faces that beam up with joy

and stories told in golden words.

Domesticated!!!

The freshness of my terrace garden,

Clean dry clothes on washing line.

The smell of cake being baked in oven

and curries inviting the guests to dine.

The wildness in spirit is tamed at last

the restlessness is thankfully no more.

The stability in this new life

has got me domesticated for sure 🙂

The first PTA meeting

went on really really well… In fact better than what we had expected..

The timing though couldn’t have been worse. It was the beginning of a bad day at office (well, I knew it before the day had actually started!), we were supposed to travel to Goa after lunch time and worse, the packing was still not done.. Oh and did I tell you about the missing maid!! But the meeting with her teachers made sure that we go through the tough time with ease..

I was half expecting them to complain about Diya. How she doesnt share her things or how she bullies other kids. And I was so wrong about my own daughter!! It made me feel guilty about the assumptions we had started to make. A big lesson taught at such an early stage of parenthood. I should trust her more. More than that,  I should have faith in my own parenting skills 🙂  And so, we realize now that her tantrums are only for her parents. Because she gets pampered the most at home. And we ‘think’ she doesnt share with other kids because we havent had much chance to see her interact with other kids. Blame it on the place we stay, or our own mindsets. And my fears about her being socially isolated (thanks to her bullying traits) were put to rest. That was just a short phase, the teachers say. Perhaps because she was unnerved by so many kids around. And now she gets along very well with others. Trying to befriend others, Soothe a crying child. Always cheerful. Always singing and dancing! And she loves her nursery rhymes. I am happy that my lack of singing skills and knowledge of good lullabies turned out to be an ‘academic’ advantage for her 😉

Well.. that meeting did make me a very proud momma! And our Goa trip a lot more enjoyable (considering we were gushing over her throughout the journey, narrating her teacher’s observations to my sister, her husband and all those we spoke to on phone!)

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Wonder if this was how it had really happened..

Giribala’s blog post

And how it would have affected the state of women in India through centuries that followed..

It also makes one sit up and realize how easy it is to manipulate history, and change the way future would look.

No, I am not questioning the holiness of Lord Rama here (though there are parts of the epic that make me do so.. but that’s a different story). I am only amused at how the language used to glorify HIS greatness differs from that of His wife. He is God.. because HE is brave, can ‘sacrifice’ his wife, royalty, worldliness….. while His wife is great because she essentially follows the ‘dharma’ of a good wife. This is where I have issues. I believe in serving the one I love. And if that person is my husband, it makes it even more worthwhile.  But I do that because I wish to. Not because any ‘dharma’ forces me to. No doctrine can ever make me touch my husband’s feet. But I just might do it out of pure love and respect. I see nothing wrong in a wife leaving behind comforts of life just because she wants to be with her husband. I don’t see anything great in it either. For me, this is the basic principle of love. But I find it difficult to believe that someone is labeled as God even when He throws his pregnant wife out to justify social cause. I know I am contradicting my own sense of what is divine by saying this. But that is how I have always seen Lord Rama.  Equivalent to God in certain aspects and also being just like any other erring human .

Epics should be the guidelines. Not blind Rule books. Just like a credible and a well written fiction. You  study a character. Deduce and judge his/her goodness. Learn from the mistakes made. Relate them to your own life and try to move ahead. Just because a character is supposedly a Godly figure, one must not start following him/her without any questions being asked.

Festival of lights!

Leave the bitter memories behind,

Learn to let hard feelings go.

Forgive and forget is not as hard

as it is to keep bitterness in store.

Sometimes what we see is just an illusion

so try to avoid falling in the trap.

Remember better times are still ahead

and this phase too shall soon pass.

Absorb the goodness of the festival,

soak in the warmth of earthen lamps.

Open your eyes to bright dreams,

taste the flavor of brand new start.

The evil in us is not as strong

as the goodness of our pure soul.

And so this festival let you and me

get drenched in love to the very core.

 

 

A very happy Diwali to all of you!!