Friday, February 27, 2009

love...my way...


I am a terrible blogger for sure when it comes to write something on love…all this months starting from the beginning of the new year I have written almost 10-12 pieces of blogs subjected on love.. n this 10-12 is counted as 0 .50,0.25… sometimes if good luck followed it has reached to 75% completion but nothing beyond that… but I was damn adamant on it that I ll start my blogging this new year on a love note…but since nothing satisfactory was coming up I assigned myself the job of collecting sme old blogs n post them on my blogspot…something on the lines of idea cellular…so that I don’t lose on my readership…just kidding.. as I do most of the times…lets not deviate from the original topic.. I was supposed to write on love…as I wasn’t that successful in portraying this virtue. I thought of writing about some of the celluloid love stories that touched my heart..

 

Starting with the recently released Dev D …the modern day adaptation of  devdas.. I dnt know why so many people hanker after this character… n till date from what I found out dev d was the best adaptation of this novel…the classiest of the lot…pardon bimal roy’s one…coz after watching sanjay leela bhansali’s one I cldnt gather enough courage for bimal roy’s original adaptation…

 

so  going by my take on the characters I felt devdas was actually the weakest man on earth n paro the self centered one…for devdas he couldn’t love neone more than him… n why the society made him a hero is still beyond my imagination…n paro was someone so self centred n egoist that, for her.. matching the stature of the guy who dumped her was more important than salvaging her love for him… for me the third character often seen sidelined-- chandramukhi stood out of the three…the women who loved the man even when she knew that he was never going to be hers … she loved him without expecting anything from him… she found out that within that spoiled rich brat…lied a sensitive person… he wasn’t that selfish… that is the actual essence of devdas…n I loved anurag kashyap for portraying the actual soul of the novel…

 

Talking of love stories…hw can I forget raincoat…the screen adaptation of the short story  theGift of the magi…I already wrote about it in my previous blog…my blogging journey actually started from analyzing the story of raincoat…another is the heart warming story of  ajay devgan-ashwaria rai  in hum dil de chuke sanam…. Adapted from the novel ‘na –hanyate’…

 

All the three celluloid love stories are closest to my heart….don’t know why whenever I think of love I think of them…for me love is like these stories...unconditional…yet not-taken for granted… unselfish…sacrificing… loving the other even when one knows that they are never gonna be together…

 Being  loved.. n being in love ..is definitely two different things..but cn one actually be in love without being loved ..

 Here I shift my focus to i… the ever prodigal i…….the ever prodigal u…

 

Is this wot u call love wen I say the every beep of my cell makes me think of you..

Is this love wen I can see u when I thnk of u..

Is this love wen I feel being in love with you is the most stupidest thing to do …but still I cant help but to love you..

Is this wot u call love when I try hard to avoid ur glares but everytime I try... I am caught by you..

 Is this love…when I dnt knw what the l or the o or the v or the e means..but for me it only means ‘u’…

 Is this love wen I knw u n I cn never be we.. but still cnt help to thnk bout any…..

 Wot is it then..that makes every thng paint blue..make everyone just see you… ther’s nthng I want but happiness for you…

May be great love stories end like this … a sad note… always... 

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

the chapter between...


The morning tea….the times of india…the sports page…my lappie…the orkut…the face book…..

The blogs…of love…of life.. of dreams..of aspirations..of passions

Being me…the critical…the admirer..the stupid…the emotional…the rational.. the fool…

Maa-deta…my family…my cousins..my frnds..n my stupid jipi..

Mba dreams…the bulk of exams…the quants-verbal-di trio…the gd’s n the pi’s..

The reminiscence of 3 beautiful yrs of DRC…the dissections… the DNA-RNA interactions…
The numbers overshadowing them…the words facing a sword on them…n the interpretations analytically nullifying them…
Yet they never ceases to follow them..

The Hudson lane..the vijay nagar…momos n kamla nagar.. the chicken rolls…the alu tikkis…the Xerox machines of patel chest vicinity..

The TT matches..the fun team… the fest organizing team…RD mams PJs…mam sponsored bunks… the talks..my birthday..the pat 4m my mam..the treats,gifts n the beats..

4 yrs..in delhi…4 yrs of life… the DelhiUniv bylanes..the heritage buildings…my college..the irritating IOB staff…the non-working ATMs..

My pg .. my 2nd home… the ever caring n daunting aunty.. her halws n puris.. makke di rotis n sarso the saags..

My teachers…from school to college…from kakoty mam to renu dinkar mam… the college fests… the nexus…the late nights…n the late mornings

The delhi metro…the cycle rides… the life threatening rickshaws…the non meter functioning autos…the cp’s..the rajouri gardens… the janpaths…the assam stall in dilli hut’s..

The 2nd hand books… the movies in batra…the Sunday special TOI…the last week financial crisis… the front row shows in pvr’s…the akshay’s n the hrithiks…the farhan’s n the aamir’s…

From mohit chauhan’s to angarag…from jasca richter to zubeen…the evenings..the power cuts…the antakshris…the anarchy… the missed tunes…the missing lyrics…

The frndz get together..the assam connection…the bhuj’… the chickens n fishes... the cooks n chefs…of photographs n poses..

The legpullings …the care…the bonding we share… of love n frndship which simply is beyond compare…