Spooky thoughts...do you get scared in the dark...
As Bhoot Nanapatekar in Darna Mana hai says 'Please dont call me bhoot,call me pret-aatma and pay me respect'.
Apart from the weird noises that come from my laundry room and bathroom,off-late some creepy incidents have been happening....A big bottle of Pantene shampoo in our bathroom that belongs to none of us in the house,nor any visitor/guest ever.My room-freshner got swapped with my roommates room freshner and none of us did it.I realized it only when I got a refill for mine and saw mine missing.An unsolved mystery,I find it funny later on but believe me its not funny then...its a very annoyingly unpleasant feeling...a fear of unknown...like there is someone watching me,sitting with me all the time,but i cant see it.It might me harmless...but yet its a creepy thought.
I might laugh at it later,but the more of movies like 'Grudge' etc..and it makes it more difficult for me when I am alone in my house.
So it might just be a creation of my mind...but their is no cure for imagination I guess.
Do you believe in spirits...or has the fear of unknown ever bothered you?
Films bring out the emotions in you...kabhee khushi kabhee gam...
According to Puneet it was funny when 2 of his friends cried while watching the movie Black...
What is funny about crying while watching a movie....isnt it just another expression of ur sensitviity...that you involve yourself in the movie so much so that you either start empathizing with the character or relate to them...sometimes it is a super attack of reality...sometimes its just something sad...example- a character been depicted so well in a film that u start liking the character...and then he dies...you dont like it...like 'Sonu Singh' in Shool....she was so cute all the while in the movie...so when she died it hurt...you feel sad for her parents...
I think its an appreciation for the actor and the director if their performances can educe emotions in the audience...what has it gotta do with being a male or a female...
However many times I see 'Anand' its makes me emotional.Its a human tendency...its not that I dont know that its a film and not reality...but do such things not happen in real life...
a cute and chirpy kid dying in Shool,the love and sacrifice Veer and Zaara made for each other in Veer Zaara,Mitchell lacking 3 out of 5 senses and yet fighting it out in Black...are these not emotional moments...
Do you think if one thinks abt Sonu Singhs mom,feels sad for Veer who wasted his whole life for something he actually hadnt lost but was unaware of,Mitchell who cant see,hear or speak is graduating because of a mans efforts.....and feels sad....its something really funny...
Its not that we dont laugh watching a comedy film or a comedy scene by Paresh Rawal or Johny Lever...we do right....so then also its just a movie...
A funny incident...
This was when I was new in US and used to be extremely homesick 24-7.Cleaning my room would remind me of Ma ,and cleaning the utensils would remind me of our house helpers- 'Ishwari' and 'Guddi' ,me blessing them all with tears in my eyes...
So this once I thought of ordering Saris online for Ishwari and Guddi...
Google.com>Order Saris to India>Silk Saris in the range of Rs.200-400(thats it!wow...thats nothing if I convert it to dollars...)
I saw almost 20 saris and picked 2 of them,one for Rs.120 and the other for Rs.230.Then I was asked for an option of a free greeting card(what an awesome site man...such cheap stuff with a free greeting card also...)...ofcourse I took the option and wrote a note assuming Ma will read it out to them-
"I miss you both alot...Hope that you are taking care of Ma by not taking too many leaves...Sorry for shouting at you when my sleep would get disturbed as you would turn on the room light in the morning..."
>Fiinish Order>Paid by Debit Card
As usual I was very excited about the whole thing and could not wait till the time they received it.I checked my card account and I was zapped...I swear my heart beat skipped for a second- my card had been charged $350 for the saris...I went back to the site and was shocked to see that the price actually was in dollars and in my excitement I read it as rupees...It is funny now...the note...the feeling...sounded too expensive as I could not afford it...I tried cancelling the order but couldnt.I called that place in India and eventually did manage to get it cancelled..It was extremely funny when Ma asked me if I ever ordered a sari worth $300 for her...cos apparently Guddi had not been coming since 2 weeks that time and Ma was really mad at her so I guess it was wrong timing...
Ma did buy them both a sari from my side though...
Do Naina...
I love slow and senti music,ghazals,that make me emotional...the lyrics making complete sense -as if the singer empathising with me...I love what Gulzar writes,I simply adore Jagjit Singh,Talat Aziz,Ghalib...
This one song I have been humming since years now ,apart from the literal meaning, I could never figure out the deeper sense of it.It is a song from the film 'Masoom'-
Do naina aur ik kahani,thoda sa badal,thoda sa paani
Aur ik kahani...
My understanding of it-
That when my eyes are exposed to a sad story of my own life ,they get filled with tears and then there is a kind of cloud formation in front of them and I cant see anything because of it...
I wonder if there is more to it...
Vote for Mountains
The other day someone asked me if given a choice - would I prefer to go to a beach or the mountains.Without a second thouhgt- its the mountains for me....
I realised my love for the mountains and adventure after my first trek when I was in 10th standard....there were 20 of us(my aunt organized it,her friends,my and my sisters friends).
Trek from Gangotri to Gomukh(from where the Ganges start).A 50 km trek that took us 2 days to reach our destination...crossing paths where you can not afford to loose your balance,Camping riverside,surrounded by mountains...monastries on ur way...its a different world...
team spirit,giving your rucksack to a friend for a bit when you just can not carry it anymore,pushing a friend on an upward climb and encouraging her because she just cant walk anymore and wants to give-up,singing together so time doesnt hurt and the destination doesnt seem too far...walking past fallen trees over small streams...'kacha raastas' made along the mountain cause a proper road construction is impossible,and if you happen to look down you are 20 ft. above a river flowing down....For food,you eat what you carry or at those small dhabas which are the cheapest and most delecious food I have ever had.
I made sure I went for atleast one trek every year after that.
My last trek was in 2003 to a place called Chandratal(in Lahual and Spiti Valley) in the Himalayas.Its a place few kms before 'ladakh'.We were at 14,300 ft ,and the beauty was unbelievable.Like a place left to your imagination when you read 'Planet of the apes'.Its very difficult to express that beauty in words,unless you see it with your own eyes ,and its very hard to believe it to be real then.After climbing that height,where there was lack of oxygen and all soughts of perils,we were on flat land full of greenery,no life at all,a lake surrounded by mountains every where.
It was a different world,different from the world we live in,seemed unreal but yet in front of me.
We were coming back to our base camp the same day,but up there,we saw a foreign couple camping since 3 days.Something I noticed in that trip was that most of the tourists and other people I meet in such places are foreigners.We met this Italian guy on a bike in those mountains.Truly,it is a risk to life,and here he was far away from home,enjoying life....I will call THAT being adventurous....I wonder why do we not explore places in our own country before wanting to see places outside...