Who is the protagonist of Dasvidaniya? There don't seem to be many apparent answers to that. However, as the movie made me realize, The bespectacled guy hanging on to life, before and after the realization that he is about to die, represents each one of us to a great extent.
He goes to office, comes back, but forgets to live life in between. Keeps a track of things to do daily, but loses track of things more important to him in life than the geyser repair and LIC policy.
Suddenly, after the realization of the time left for him to live, he starts doing things. Things which are not our of ordinary or out of context. Simple things that he could have done anytime in his life but never cared to. Learns that most of the things in life are just there for taking, if you care to stop by and take notice. Strikingly close to the person we see in the mirror, isn't it?
Thanks to the movie for simple insights!!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
How long are 24 Hrs?
Well, it seems another era has passed since I last blogged... so much so that I dont seem to remember what was the 'occasion',time of the day or even the topic of my last blog!!
This one is about a revelation. I remember commenting once after a visit to Bandra beach with a dear old friend when i was thinking aloud to myself how this sunset would have been so beautiful each day of the year, and how badly stuck are we in our lives that we do not find time for it even once a month.
Well, going a step ahead on that note... This comes up because I am at home now... after about a year, and maybe the only time in that period when my seemingly endless 'to do' list hasnt caught up with me. So practically after a year, I am having enough time in a day to sit back, watch life go by, laugh with family, go to small picnics, and the like. Any day of the week, this life is better that the one that we lead 'normally'.
And still I end up discussing with Mummy how bad an idea it is to visit me in Mumbai, since i ll be all 'tied up' and 'busy'. Irony? comedy? tragedy? or some other equally brutal adjective? Two lives that we all lead, one leads to the other, each one equally important and valuable in its own right.
Perhaps the only saving grace in my case... I love them both!! Just hope to maintain the required balance at all times.
This one is about a revelation. I remember commenting once after a visit to Bandra beach with a dear old friend when i was thinking aloud to myself how this sunset would have been so beautiful each day of the year, and how badly stuck are we in our lives that we do not find time for it even once a month.
Well, going a step ahead on that note... This comes up because I am at home now... after about a year, and maybe the only time in that period when my seemingly endless 'to do' list hasnt caught up with me. So practically after a year, I am having enough time in a day to sit back, watch life go by, laugh with family, go to small picnics, and the like. Any day of the week, this life is better that the one that we lead 'normally'.
And still I end up discussing with Mummy how bad an idea it is to visit me in Mumbai, since i ll be all 'tied up' and 'busy'. Irony? comedy? tragedy? or some other equally brutal adjective? Two lives that we all lead, one leads to the other, each one equally important and valuable in its own right.
Perhaps the only saving grace in my case... I love them both!! Just hope to maintain the required balance at all times.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Another walk through the past
Thanks to the ever helpful 'Microsoft Excel', I now know that it has been 254 days since I last blogged... and phew!!! Have things changed since!!!
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This time last week, I was returning back from one of the most memorable trips I ever made. A two day respite from the currents of life meant that we were free just enough to steal a small rendezvous with a world away from ours.
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Sky that was bathed in all colours of the rainbow in different times of the day, ranging from red as the sun peeked over the glorious western ghats to violet as the day receeded to dusk, making way for moon to play its way through the night clouds, casting a spell on anybody willing to get lost in the simplest yet most entrhalling of beauties that nature has to offer.
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Sand in the feet, breeze in the eyes... the vast stretches of beach near our abode... the looming treehouses... all making sure that we forget, at least for the moment, the tangled and noise-ridden lives that we lead and pretend to enjoy... sometimes fooling others and at other times, ourselves. Pondering over life from a third angle actually gives you a deeper understanding of what we have gained and what we have lost... as people, friends, persons and professional. A pity though, that all these insights that we gain on 'get-aways' like these get washed out like dry leaves as soon as the rush from our 'normal' lives gushes in our timetables like winds and rivers.
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Above all, what made things different for me, were the memories of my previous visit to the place with the guys that I am never gonna forget in my life. Back then, we had little money in pockets, but loads of moments to convert into memories. I re-dined in a restaurant. The food was same as before. So was the service. But something was not as pleasant as the last time. Maybe it is the tendency of human mind... to cherish the past rather than revel in the present. Maybe I was just wasting my time being nostalgic rather than enjoying the day. But all said and done... wish 'You' were there
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