I have been tagged, by a blogger, whom I love reading, and I was quite sure she is unaware of my existence till I was tagged. I hopped on to see her new post, and there I saw, right at the end of it all, my name, tagged! A lot of OMGs followed in my mind and my comment, and I was on seventh heaven. I know its uncool to be all awed, by others openly, or that is the attitude I see floating around most times, but then I have never been good at being nonchalant. I have said it before and I am saying it again, I love the blogs I read, and I so admire the writing skills of these bloggers that they are indeed like celebrities to me. So Kiran, I am really overawed by the fact that you know, I exist.
2. Then write down your top 10 Hindi movie lines or top 10 English movie lines (You can do both if you want. Only one set is required for the contest). If you cannot think of top 10, make it top 5. Cannot think of even 5? Make it top 3. No problem. Only restriction: no two lines from same movie. This done to make it fair for other movies so that they dont get swamped by Gunda or Loha or Sholay.
3. Tag five friends to do the same.
4. Come over to the comment-space of this post and post your blog’s link so I can go and read it.
Remember: Before starting the tag, paste points 1 and 4 on your blog so that the rules are available to anyone who wishes to pick the tag up from your blog.
Now with that done, let me get on with the task of doing this. the sad bit is, that I have a terrible memory, and I just hope I can end up managing to remember atleast a few dialogues completely. Name of the movie..... I will just use google baba for that.
1. Mogambo Khush Hua! Mr. India
I was just a kid when this one came out, and I think we repeated this dialogue a million times a day, when we got an ice-cream or had fun playing, or whatever.
2. Dosti(or is it friendship???) no sorry, no thank you. Main ne Pyaar Kiya
Who in our generation can ever forget this movie, or the dialogue? This movie was such a rage, the caps are still selling somewhere, Bhagyashree was every young man's dream and every girl was drooling over Salmaan. And this dialogue, it was repeated each time anyone said Sorry or Thank You.
3.Mere paas maa hai. Deewar
I like this one, just because it has been repeated so many times, in all kinds of situations, funny, not so funny, and it always manages to bring a smile on my face.
4. Eggjactly! Salaam Namastey
Javed Jaffery's accent was hilarious, and eggjactly caught on like wild fire.
5. Delnaaz ne kahaa na.... Aankhen
This is not a very famous dialogue, but I like it all the same. Had watched the movie with the GP back in college, and we laughed about this one for a really long time.
6. Chinnoy seth, jinke ghar shishe ke ho, wo dusro pe patthar nahin pheka karte. Waqt
Just simply because of the powerful delivery by Raajkumar, and more so, because what he says is so true.
7. Rishtey mein toh hum tumhaare baap lagtey hain, naam hai shahenshah. Shahenshah
Simply - seeti-worthy!
8. Mard ko dard nahin hota. Mard
How can anyone not adore the power in this dialogue. Such a cliche, but what a dialogue!
9. Iski to balaatkar ho gayi 3 Idiots
I cannot control my laughter, even while just typing this one. Too good!
10. Yeh Dhai Kilo ka haath, jab kisi pe padta hai, toh woh utthta nahin, utth jaata hai Damini
Sunny Deol, in the only movie I liked him besides Betaab. And the dialogue, so full of Hindi filmi punch.
I did not need to use google, which is amazing, and I could actually remember 10 whole dialogues. Though I strongly feel I have not worded all of them perfectly, but as long as you get what I am talking about, it works!
Today morning, the mailman, rang my door bell, and he had this big package with my name on it. Obviously I eagerly took it, signed off for it, and got down to tearing the package cover. And see what was inside.....
A gorgeous bag for my new camera. It is part of some promotion by Cannon, I had to mail them my bill, and a cut out of the serial no. from the camera box, and I got this gorgeous camera bag, which can pack in an extra lens, and some more. I am totally in love with it.
Just after the incident of an Indian man being burnt in my neighbourhood, I had written a post, about the angst and fear I felt. The attacks on people of Indian origin have been happening for a while here and everyone has acknowledged that the violence needs to be controlled in the area, even if whether the attacks are racial in nature or not, is still being debated. This is something the whole world is keeping an eye on at this point of time.
The Victorian government agencies have, but naturally, a defensive attitude. Though they cannot help but accept the fact that there is indeed unnecessary violent attacks happening, and they need to be controlled. Of so many attacks if not all, atleast a few have definitely been racial in nature, and this is the right time, to have the government investigate that and deal with the radical elements in the society. Things seemed to be going right on track, just the right way, till a certain Mr. Jaspreet Singh came up with his grand plans, and gave the government a good reason to pass the buck right back at the Indians.
AN Indian man who said he was set alight by assailants near his Melbourne home last month accidentally burned himself while torching his car for an insurance claim, police allege.
Is what opens the article. And I am stunned. This man, at such a sensitive time, behaved in the most insensitive and unbelievable fashion possible for persona, financial gain. He does not seem to be someone needing money for his daily bread, so this incident just reeks of greed. I will not say..... Indians are like this or that, because I truly believe people belonging to any nationality, would do such things for money, infact so many do it. Insurance fraud is more rampant in western countries, which provide insurance coverage, than does India. The thing is his timing could not have been worse! Just when things were making a headway, the police commissioner accepted the presence of racial elements, and openly spoke about the need to work on it, up comes the i*&#@ Mr. Singh and botches it all up. I personally want to curse him for giving me the terrible scare and entirely spoilt weekend, which included a dinner party, that he did! Each time I saw him walking out of the court on the telly, I felt like throwing something at him. The audacity the man has, to say
Does he have neither sense nor shame? While it would not matter much to me, if this incident had taken place at any other time, in the current situation, he seems to be acting like an agent for the Victorian government, giving them just the excuse they need to shift blame. His stupid stupid act has hurt the entire Indian community and their credibility in the worst way possible right now. The Premier Mr.Johm Brumby, has obviously found exactly what he needed, and is slamming the Indian media and government right back after all the flak they have received from those very quarters. Though i don't see it in the print media, the news on TV yesterday claimed, that Brumby said, people are forming a mistaken opinion of a violent Victoria, because of people like Jaspreet Singh. I don't know if he has really said that, but if he has, he needs a reality check.
It is just sad, that a time when India and Indians needed to be in the right, so that the attacks on the Indians here could have been rightly investigated, a fellow Indian has let us down so bad. Shame Shame Jaspreet Singh, I am really really disappointed with you.
Another piece of investigation about an Indian, Ranjodh Singh killed in NSW, led to murderers, who themselves are Indians, and so it can be safely said, the killing was not racial in nature, esp since it was done by people of the very same community. Yes, community is very important people, never should an Indian forget that whether he is living in India or abroad. I don't know whether I should be happy or not, but honestly at a very personal level, I am ashamed of the show of communal-ism we Indians portray. When I looked up Indian associations in the neighbourhood, this is what I found. These are separate associations for Punjabis, Bengalis, Maharashtrians, Kahmiris, Telegus and more. And I am quite sure each one will boast of larger number of members than the 'Indian' association. It really hurts to know I belong to a country, where we don't belong to the country, but to states and communities, and whatever other stupid nonsensical subdivisions we have. Maybe India should actually be divided into strips of land, for each of these subdivisions, and then maybe I can openly cry for losing something that does not even exist.
Something which causes amusement, makes people laugh, or has a hilarious quality to it, is what is called humorous. There is no two ways about the fact that there are many many different kinds of humour, and each has its own kind of appeal, more importantly, each one us enjoy different kinds of humour. And while somethings may make me laugh till I have tears in my eyes, it may do absolutely nothing to someone else. While I am very bad at making people laugh, whether through my writing, or even trying to re-tell tried and tested jokes(they fall flat the way I narrate them), I simply love having my laughs, and I can never stop admiring, people who have the ability to make others laugh or put a smile on their faces. It is indeed a rare gift.
I can laugh at pretty much everything, I enjoy getting my laughs, but humour at the cost of someone else, just never ever amuses me, infact it infuriates me. Toilet humour, grosses me out terribly, but I understand, when people find it funny. But laughing by poking fun at others, something I just cannot stand. It happens pretty much everywhere, all around the place, and it simply sickens me. It has the cruelty label of high-school bullies, it has the markings of insensitivity, and add to that, its usually a group of many picking on one.
Laughing at one self is a quality few posses, and those who do, live their entire life like a laugh, but laughing on others is just a quality of the weak minded bullies in my opinion. One of the most obvious ways to poke fun of someone is by targeting their weight, this obviously applies to the overweight or obese. No one, enjoys being fat, being laughed at about that does indeed hurt. Then of course, there is being picked on because one does not fit in to whatever surroundings the person is in, it can be colour, place, accent, family, anything, absolutely anything at all. Its not funny to laugh on others, it simply is not. And even if you are not the one actively doing it, but just joining in with the laughs, it is not done.
When I was working, and that was eons ago, I remember one of my colleagues, who joined us, and was this very very tall man, shy, reserved and he hardly spoke. He was not good looking, or impressive, belonged to in fact he was reticent. Coming from a small town in Rajasthan, he could not speak English too well, and hence preferred keeping to himself. The older guys in the project, felt it was their birth right to poke fun at him. This was done openly, and their attitude about it, was like that is what is expected of them. It sickened me to the core. I was a fresher, much much junior in the corporate hierarchy, and kept quiet. The guy himself, passed feeble smiles at every joke, and pretended to enjoy them himself. I can never forget those incidences, and more importantly, I cannot forget the nauseating feeling it created within me. Picking on the weaker for a few laughs, what else would better define a bully?
Whatever the reason, I have never been able to join in with laughs, at the expense of someone else, even if they are my sworn enemy. I think its just cheap and demeaning to laugh at someone, it is insensitive and mean. My personal opinion absolutely. Some think its quite OK, done in the spur of the moment, just for laughs, and should be taken in the right spirit, I have never been able to take that line of thought. The nothing personal often added at the end of such sessions, just makes it more disgusting to me. What surprises me, is the way such things happen beyond the walls of high-school, in relatively educated and elite circles. People may have a great sense of humour about themselves, and while most can take being laughed on within a circle of people with whom they feel safe and secure, I doubt anyone, really enjoys walking into a pub and being made the butt of jokes for the evening. I don't think poking fun of others is humorous in anyway at all. A person who can really get laughs, never needs to poke fun of others to do it.
I enjoy santa-banta jokes, adult jokes, situational laughter, comics, humorous blogs. Those are all my kind of humour, what is your kind ?
My advice is to ignore this post, its been posted simply because I want to let it out. If you go on to read it, it maybe incoherent, full of mistakes and more, coz I am not bothering reading through this right now.
OK, so I think I am the most unstable, reactive and unreliable person on the face of the earth at this point in time. I am depressed to the deepest recesses of darkness, all I need right now is a lap where I can put my head in and cry, till there are no tears left in me. Why? Simply because I am tiered of fighting my problems and need a BIG break or maybe a breakthrough to get out of my troubles.
I have forgotten the fact that I have always known myself as a happy person, I have never been down for long, in fact I am was quite incapable of extended bouts of sadness or depression of any kinds. Things change, people change, life changes, and so have I. I don't remember the last time I was wholly purely and truly happy. No you will not know it if you see me, meet me or even live with me, because I am not letting it onto the surface. I have a child to take care of , and I cannot let him live in a morose depressing environment. It is not his fault and that is definitely not what he deserves.
I had a few plans to alter the current course of my life, they fell flat on their face. I could look for alternatives, but I am not because I am just too tiered and exhausted of trying, to find ways, to keep myself going. I just need one good cry, one safe place, one lap, which would understand me without my saying the words. Yes, the GP can be it, but I don't want to unload on him, he does not deserve it. At more times than one in my life, I have felt he would have been better off without a troubled, messed up person like me with him, he would vehemently disagree, and tell me in his usual calming and mature way, how we both have things to offer to each other. But I just feel that he deserved better. I have too much of baggage, just too much.
I don't have the option to give up, or to be weak and fall down, I have too keep it going, though I have no strength left. All I need is just one safe place, to just let go for a little bit, and I can't find it, atleast not one, where I can let go without causing more pain than I should. I wish I had parents who would understand, or just listen and let me unburden myself, but I don't, and I have to accept that too. I am living and carrying on, and smiling, and pretty much faking my whole existence at this point in time. I would have thought it possible to say I will be fine at one point of time, but I can no longer do it, because I don't even remember what fine really feels like anymore. I am not numb, no, because I feel it every waking moment. Sleep is my only escape now.
You don't see it, because I have never been the person who behaves with people based on her moods, I just find it inconsiderate, and so I just go on as normal, attend birthdays, chit-chat with friends, talk about nonsense, smile on Skype for my parents, cook the food, do the laundry, go for my walks sometimes, and just keep going, when all I really want to do is stay in bed all day and cry my heart out, scream my lungs out to say its unfair, and I don't deserve getting what I am.
No this post will not receive comments, because I don't need chin-ups and cheer ups, I don't need sympathies, and I don't need questions either. My problems may seem very paltry to many, and rightly so. But they don't to me, I am living it each second. We all have issues, and most of us think ours is the worst problem there could be. I try to put my issues in perspective always, and know that it is never quite that bad. But as I said I am tiered of trying, tiered of fighting, tiered of the effort I need to put to be happy, I need a break, and I need some rest. I wish I could ask God to give me just one day, to break down, kneel and cry!
Yesterday morning, I was out for my walk/fitness regime/couch25K program, as part of the DHs insistence that I do it in the morning, and don't pretend to work out in the evening, and be unavailable for family time. Good enough, though it kills me, I am trying to be up a little early, to go out for about twenty odd minutes of lumbering around, and then be back and feed myself off to glory. Yesterday, I had the podcast plugged into my ears, and off I went, and was about 7 or 8 minutes into the program when I hit a road crossing signal. I paused the podcast and waited for my turn to cross. When I got on the other side, I wanted to rewind the podcast just a teeny weeny bit, so that I could retrace some of it, and pffffff it went, back to the previous song on my playlist. What do you think I did, I tried to get it back to the point where I had left it, but could not. I had the option to re-start my walk/run, but the lazy me would never re-do 8 minutes, and so I though it would be best to just head back home, turned around and did just that. I was unhappy, because it felt like I had given up my sweet morning sleep for absolutely nothing!
As I was coming back, yesterday being Monday, I saw the garbage bins of all the houses lined up in front of them, all along the street. Not having the pressure of listening carefully to the instructions being screamed into my ears, and attempting to follow them, makes for a more observant me definitely. At one place I see a few bins lined up, an old man holding on to one of the bins, and bending down. I could not see him, but just his hand and him bending. I was at a bit of a distance at that point and thought, something must have fallen off the bin while he was placing it, and hence he is bending over to put it back in. I get closer, and by then the man is almost standing, and from what I see he is holding the bin for support, to climb up about 4 inches onto the sidewalk from the service lane. His fingers looked quite swollen, and his grip weak. And there he was standing for atleast 2-3 minutes, trying to climb just 4 inches!
Old people live on their own, that is the way things work over here. I see really old people, shopping at the supermarkets on their own, using public transport, going out for walks, driving around and everything. In India, it is not usual to see older people on their own, or being fit enough to manage life on their own. While it surprised me initially, I was amazed to see how fit these people were, living alone. And then I saw this man and it broke my heart. Wonder if he lives alone, or has someone back home, I could see that he was in pain, and it can definitely not be easy going on with life as usual, when it is so tough to just get on the sidewalk. The image stayed in my mind for a really really long time after I saw it. And it bothered me. How fragile are we, we are all heading towards old age, the inevitable death and yet we live our lives as if we are immortals. How hard would it be to be in the condition the old man was, old, fragile, in pain, maybe no one to care for him. How would it feel being unable to take care of yourself, go about your day? It kind of brought back to me the reason Lord Buddha gave up his royal pleasures, and riches, and went to meditate in the forest. How flimsy and superficial every material comfort and possession seems indeed, when we see pain and death.
Earlier such things did not register much with me, but becoming a mother has changed me in the way I think, feel, perceive, observe, react. And that is possibly the reason that old man stayed on in my mind for so so long, after I saw him. The GP tells me, that is the cycle of life, and we cannot alter it, and worrying about it only means losing the precious moments I have now. I agree, but just keep thinking how worthless it all might be if that is the way we are all meant to end up. And then again there is a purpose in our life, for which we are born, I am sure brooding and anxiously anticipating the future woes is not the purpose of it.
On a side note, having to take care not to step on fresh dog poop on the side walks in the morning just does not feel good, I am sure people with dogs can take care to clean up behind their pets, esp since there are NO strays here. A small dog ran into my legs today morning, and scared the living daylights out of me, it was just let loose, the gates of the house wide open. It was cute, but having a dog between my legs, unexpectedly does shock me, and I am anyways a bit wary of animals I don't know, though I love them and would never hurt them, but I won't go and cuddle them either, if their owners are not around, or I am not specially familiar with the creature, shows I have never owned a pet doesn't it? People with dogs, please take care of your pets, and their...errrr....stuff.
Australia is a land of snakes, spiders and all other kinds of insects, or is atleast famed to be such. That it has beautiful and unique wildlife, is not news to anyone. While I am still to spot any snakes around, I have seen spiders aplenty, but they are the tiny, ones, which I have seen a dime a dozen back in India too, and am pretty sure are harmless.
Cobwebs have fascinated me, since the time I saw black and white Hindi movies, about, ghosts, spirits and the supernatural. These movies always had shots of huge cobwebs in dilapidated, uninhabited houses. And I was always amazed at the gorgeous shape and perfect, intricate structure of completely formed cobwebs. With plenty of spiders around, and a new camera around, I have tried a few shots of them.
In my backyard, when went out to dry my laundry. The spider was a quarter of a regular mosquito in size, and hiding in one of the clips.
In the wild outdoors, on one of our day trips.This one is a 'whole' web!
