Maddening Movies

Bollywood these days is merely surviving on South Indian movies. The dance masters, the stunt masters, few actresses and of course stories. Soon we are even gonna see a top Tollywood(T) hero bounce into Bollywood(B). By the way, like all others this is not for the survival of B-Town, but to disseminate the ambit of our hero. The T industry is very intelligent when compared to B because it has people quick enough to grasp the depth of USP s of Kollywood movies. The B people found it a little later. May its just another safety precaution they took up or may be waiting for an auspicious moment that sets its fate right or may be the producers are still recovering from their previous 'Blows', oops I meant 'Hits'. 

      The chocolate boys still exist in B and it is making all the efforts change that image to the choco lava image.(Choco lava in my opinion is more matured and tastier than chocolate). And they are trying to achieve this we-call-it-life-time-achievement by making Grade-C and below(if any such grade exists) movies, songs, dialogs and dance steps.

Heroes from ages + Heroins in Mini-shorts + Transparent sarees + Spoof/Sequel of previous movies + Witless comedy = B-Town movie

       The sarees are getting lower and lower and the skirts are shrinking higher and higher, couples are still dangling their feet in water sitting on an wooden bridge, forgot to mention the foreign locations.

A few good Samaritans have swerved from this path to portray Indian politics and its tactics. Great are those directors who tried to put the melodrama-higher-than-Indian-cinema(I mean politics) in just 4-hrs. But the hare-brained audience love only love stories. A few others also deviated from the usual love stories. Even I don't know what good they did by deviating. Love stories show the good things that happen in life and these new trend setters have shown the side effects of love. What all they targeted is women. And the one statement they use to cover the deviation is "It s a modern women s character." They never consulted any woman on this matter. What they did is just follow their conscience.

       No one needs to explain the embarrassing situations faced by the actors during award ceremonies. They make fun of their own clan. 

       And coming to our T industry, the veterans still pamper their kids. A few tricks our technicians follow to cover the facial defects of  heroes are super cool. The hero wears pair of sun glasses which almost covers the the top half and dons a beard which hides the bottom half. The defects are now called Style Sutras.

Bright-colors + Foreign-locations + Full-hype + New-artists + Old-stories + Remix of an old song = T movie.

T industry still runs on its hot favorite cliche dialog "Pellam ni control lo pettukovadam radu neku." I still find this dialog in movies. In T-town the hero is backed up by his mother and sister, while his father bites his head off. Or else both the parents defend their first-hero-then-their-son, in whatever pathetic situation he might be in. Its always the heroine who asks the hero about his crush and our hero simply replies "You will know when the time comes." It is a moment of pestering for our souls and a 10-min song + blushing for the protagonists. And the lyrics makes you wonder whether its an English or a Hindi song. No where to find a purely pious Telugu song. The songs gives us a feel that everyone in this world is obsessed with the hero and his own rules through an introduction song which as mandatory as filament in a bulb. A movie must contain an item number which is as important as a electrical contact to the socket which out which the bulb never glows at all.

       There is one common entity to both B and T. I am not sure whether to call the entity a human or anti-human. Actually I am sure of decide I cant use a single adjective or even a plethora of epithets to describe him. He says "Ignore me, I don't care". Neither do we. But whats lingering in my mind is we can ignore only homo-sapiens. I think while doping this creature with senses God forgot to click the common-sense check-box or may be misspelt it as nuisance.He s a movie maverick. The visage is of a director, but the character is of a destructor.

       Indian actors still feel applying grease all over the body, binding themselves in huge chains, rolling on carpets as methods to seduce the opposite gender.And they are on high boom with their side businesses . No, I am not talking about endorsing brands. No, no, not even IPL. Its their singing skills. There s always a 50-50 reaction to this. But personally I neither love nor hate, neither like or disgust those songs. But I surely can say I would listen to a song many more times if sung by an actual singer. There is no deficiency for film names in both the film industries coz the now songs will become future movie titles. So, as long as songs exists so does the movies (irrespective of whether stories exist or not). 

Girls are Girls!!

This post is the outcome of inner outrage caused by the MCPs(Google it) in and around my life.This para specially, lists the people keeping whom in my mind I wrote this post. I don't dedicate this to them. They obviously don't deserve it. And the list starts with those who have misconceptions or their own definitions about girls. They blame the entire clan of girls just because they don’t like one or two or many or may be all. Guys have their so called man-time, where everyone shares his own story. And to the end, they all come to a less-of-conclusion and more-of-judgement out of anger on girls and sympathy for their friends. And for all those Mr. Perfects or at least they think so.And for those whose blood boil when they hear "My persuasion can build a nation" from Beyounce's Who run the World. To all those who laugh with all the sarcasm on the earth, when women is the topic. To all those who feel listening to women singers, reading women writers as a disgrace to their machismo. To all those who like tag themselves and their friends in pics that appear fun to them and disgusting to others. To all those who create groups like "Just For Men" and post pics that make an helpless attempt to prove the worthlessness of women, but by posting those fake pics what actually they prove is their own stupidity. Like I love writing about women, so do they. But the difference is I support women and they do the exact inverse. Movies are made, comedy is spun, messages are forwarded, words are exchanged, stories are written to show women as worthless beings. If this is the case, then it obviously changes the meaning of worthlessness. Being a girl I feel it is my responsibility to make clear the misunderstood feelings of girls and try help them open up their eyes.
       Being a girl is the best part of my life. Girls are dads little angels. They are born as a boon to their parents. Only a woman knows how happy she is for having a baby girl. Because she now has a soul-mate. Only a daughter can understand what it feels like being a woman. Not a son.

       A girl demands a sorry only from her father even for a silly reason and the next person she demands that would be her beloved. 
       People say that girls make issue of almost everything. Can anyone please define what exactly “almost everything” is. Remember the girl who now opposed you, will be a future mother who has the ability to mould children.

       Many say girls don’t use brains. Yes, very true. Because they use their heart. Neither have they brains nor do they use them when something related to their loved ones is involved. I heard many guys say girls are crazy. They are crazy to skip their food and cry for ages when they have a fight with someone they love like life.

       Girls are jealous. Perfectly said. They get jealous only when they don’t get the love and importance they deserve. They know where they stand. Obviously, a girl doesn’t get jealous of Katrina Kaif because her hubby is her big fan. The reason is, she knows she is his life and not Katrina.

       Girls are selfish, it seems. They sacrifice anything and everything for an unknown someone. By the way, here I can define what is “anything and everything”. Everything means her sweet home, family, her room, bed, importantly her lifestyle. Anything means her sacrifice has no limits. And it includes issues as important as her career, goals, and ambitions. When is the meaning of sacrifice changed to selfish??

       A girl wanna look special not to the whole world but just for the one she loves. Girls talk too much. But to everyone else in their life, just to you. They spend loads of time shopping because they always want the best. They are never tired of waiting for the best. By the way if a guy is a friend to any girl, it’s not just by chance. But by choice. By her choice.
       Once I read a message saying, “A girl loves too many and a guy loves too much”. Yup, a girl loves even her family, friends and of course her lover. And a guy, loves a girl ignoring everyone around him to such a great extent that he finds solace only in slicing her throat right in the middle of a city road or by throwing acid on her face. This simply emphasizes on the fact that guys are jealous to let their love live her life with someone she likes. And the gory incidents of killing his beloved partner and then himself, quoting the reason as "Death at the same time in this life, helps them mingle together in next life." How shameful and stupid on their part. 

                                                              This is what a girl is... 

                                       
       This is how we girls are. Always a sweet heart. First to dad, then to brother, husband, and son. We gossip, we laugh loudly, we talk non-stop.We rule many lives, we guide, we mould, we love, we learn, we adjust, we regret, we forget, we shout, we fight. We exaggerate things because excitement is in our blood. We expect replies even for forward messages. We crack jokes for which no one laughs. After all, we are what we are. So, stop complaining and start loving!!

*Point to be noted "Exceptions always exist"

Too Responsible To Digest *

Today, a-need-for-change-in-our-system bug bit me. A system I am a part of. News channels are the medium between the general public and happening all round the world. But today, many years after the invention of channels, after undergoing revolutionary changes and still drifting with enormous advancement, I was wondering to what extent the news channels are socially responsible. A few examples answer this and unfortunately they answer unfavorably. 

One of the news channels was telecasting a program named so bizarrely that I restrict myself from using its name because I want my blog clean. That program was trying very hard to explain the most obvious change in the social life of the people in India. And this change is in the form of number of extra-marital affairs one can have and the techniques up to keep them a secret. I am not sure if the channel is blind not to see the productive advancement we are making or is it despicable to ignore it. Also, what was the actual intention behind the program, whether to alert the house wives or to give new ideas to people. 

And there was another show explaining why a particular heroine was exposing in a movie. The entire program went on in a language that would embarrass every woman in the world, but not anchor of the program. What is more shocking is the voice-over was of a woman and she modulates her voice so much, stresses on some specific words which forces me to scorn and change the channel. And yet I am writing about it, oh my guts. If that was the scary story of the audio, imagine how the video could be. Another channel was telecasting a detailed program related to the physical appearance of the heroines. I was shocked by the way they were explaining the features of their physiques. They act so true to their stories as if the heroines themselves have claimed to them in person. Why don’t they ever speak about the bulging bodies of our male actors? They still act as heroes in spite of puffs of fat, broad playgrounds, family packs. The reason is simple, it is assumed by many and accepted by others that we Indians like sleaze. Those who assumed took an advantage of the vulnerability of those who accepted. 

There is another channel which shows regular based on the existence of aliens. We all how most of the news channels get the information from - Internet. Research is still going on, why tell the same thing every week?  There are many and many situations where the media intrudes the personal life of celebrities, ask them weird questions and when they freak out, make an big issue out of it and even take pleasure of making an hour show  on that.

One of the news channels was telecasting a song that pushed many people into depression and forced many more to end their lives. This song was banned in many countries and our channel proudly presents a show by playing the song again and again. Excuse me, people are watching your channel so please have some common sense. And the next day the same channel was telecasting a programme showing a doll with life. OMG, I was wondering are these reporters or refugees from tribal area?  Gosh, only children grow up, but news channels will never. They pick up some random stories and videos from internet and make an hour show out of it. For your kind information news channels are not meant for just entertainment.

Thanks to the government which laid restrictions on reporting the situation at OU long back. They exaggerate too much which excites the people especially the youngsters. At the same time the IPL auction was going on last year. The news channels ASAP switched from the agitation going on in our state to those cricket stories and histories. True that they must be up to date, but the order of priority must always be considered.

In the last decade many news channels have popped up. Are there any criteria to be fulfilled or rules to be followed or any oath to be taken for anyone to start a news channel? The present situation doesn't make it seem so. Today what all you need to start a news channel is crores in your pocket and political contacts. Why are even actors starting channels and newspapers if not for their political publicity or may be because they consider it a commercial field.

What all I wanted to say through this post is that the news channels have the ability to change the society. There are many situations where the media has taken proactive responsibility and came out successfully.  Why do they have to highlight more of provocative/negative/useless content when there are many colorful, positive, informative topics always available? May be it is in every profession to highlight the negatives of others. Even I am doing the same right now.

*Applicable to local Indian News channels.

Maturity ??

Maturity doesn't come with age. No one ever told me what behaving like a matured person is. But they often expect me to. There are lessons which life teaches. And its modus operandi is crude. It teaches only through practicals. A 21-year girl in me wrote this article. 

Experiences have their own impact on our thoughts and impacts the progress of our life. So, my experiences gave me the following definitions of maturity.

Maturity is 

• When your friend calls you on your birthday, talks about the time you spent together, reminds those beautiful moments of your life and hangs up without wishing you and you smoothly convince your heart that your dearest friend was just busy and so forgot your birthday.
• When your friend gets more marks than you in exams, even though both of you studied together and you soothed your tiny heart that s/he is a hard worker.
• When you learn to rub your anger over one person on to another just because you love the former more than the latter. But when you'll never have time to shower or to think how to the love the ones who care for you.
• When your friend reveals your secrets to others and you explain to yourself that he/she was just being frank, open to others and trying to maintain the relationship with others just like how you're trying to get close to him/her.
• When you get a job and you start ruling your parents.
• When you wipe all your previous memories and simply, tell yourself "Move On".
• When you smile to the outside world, hiding all the pain inside your heart and behaving as if you have a perfect life.
• When you survive without your Mom by your side during sickness.
• When you don't feel overwhelmed by your victory or don't take it to your heart when you lose.
• When you bury your feelings within yourself saying, "I don't expect anything" and every time you say that your heart truly knows what it needs. But others wouldn't know and even you wont let them.
• When your heart breaks into hundreds of pieces, not just once, but many times and you try to heal it all by yourself, without letting your loved ones know about it.
• When you bring up your children by forcing them to achieve your dreams saying the universal dialog, "I don't want your life to become like mine."

If this is what is called Maturity, then I will proudly say "I'm not matured." Also, maturity is negating the adage "History repeats" and proving that you won't let it repeat. This is called "Learning from Experiences."

Bouncing Back

I have moved on. Gone are those days when I used to wait for someone who would never turn up. Now I no more need you, let alone waiting for you. Now I have many new friends, I met new people made them my dearest pals just to forget you and forget to miss you. The tears have dried. The pain is killed. Sudden mood springs are over. The memories are erased. Now I am what I once used to be. But this time stronger. Stronger enough not to allow anyone come closer to me.
                  I still remember those nights when the tears rolled out of my eyes for no reason. I knew the number of times I controlled my tears from rushing out and hid my face from my loved ones. How hard I tried to conceal my grief when they figured out something was wrong with me. The number of lies I told them just to make them feel I'm alright. Now neither I need to lie nor tell the truth about you, you are no more in my life. I still remember those hard days when the wind used to dry the tears on my cheeks. But now the same breeze brushes my hair on to my face leaving a smile on my face. How wildly I searched the roads when I passed by your area expecting to see you, even though I know you are the only and the most busy person in my life.

                  The number of times I cried when you were not happy and I was not there by you to make you smile, while you never approached me for any solace. May be you thought I was not strong enough to give you strength. Instead you went to your so-called-friends. But whenever I was in such a situation I thought of no one but you, only you could make me normal. Stupid I was to think all that.

                  I used to tell my problems I had with you to my friends to reduce the agony and to get some advises from them. I was not in a position to support my own thoughts. I fell to that extent because of you. But now I Rule and I rule right, because I have seen what is wrong through you.

                  Every time my cell buzzed, I always expected you. But it was never you. God !! you were my life. I had nothing in which you were not involved. But now my cell floods with messages, good wishes from the people who care about me. By the way, your number is no more in my contacts , as if I care.

                  How many times I felt lost to you. I was not my usual whenever I was with you. The 'Me' you have seen neither anyone else is gonna see nor I am gonna show. What all I am changed to complete opposite when I was with you. I accepted it with a sweet smile. But you saw it as my defeat. But now I won, I won by rejecting you.

                 I know how I told the weird things which I hated the most just to see you laugh and which was in turn to see me smiling. But now I don't even remember your face, save your smiling face. I used to search every face that passed across me with the hope that I might find you. Even now I do see people that but just because I admire beauty and that doesn't mean I'm in search for a new someone.

                The places I went with you, the movies we saw together, the songs we sang for each other once reminded me of you. But now they are long-gone memories. Now I have beautiful moments with the people who love me, rather than the sore memories of the one I once loved. I took up different hobbies, responsibilities just to make myself busy, just to keep my mind away from you. Now I hardly remember you. You are gone.

               I heard all the sad songs that ever existed on this earth. I waited for you to sing those Akon's songs saying that it was your mistake. But now I love Akon more than I loved you because he at least understood the value of  girl's heart. Anyways, you are nowhere near my thoughts. I have thrown you out of my mind. I put my family and friends on the top now.You are past. A past that never existed in my life.
              I have moved on, that doesn't mean I found someone else to love. What it meant is why do I need someone I love, when there are many who love me. This is what is called moving on. God !! you made my world so small, which was surrounded by you and your thoughts. I came to know that the world is actually so big and bigger are the problems of others. Mine are just nothing.

        If you think that I have tears in my eyes putting all these feelings into words, then you are thinking wrong. All I feel now is satisfaction that its over, the waiting is over and so did the pain.

The Road To My Destination

People change and so their views and tastes. But ambitions and goals always remain the same. At least that is what I thought, until I grew up. But for all those who think 'Change is the essence of life', this is a simple example. And I humbly leave it to you to decide if my story goes with the famous adage or against it.

When I was 2 years old, I used to bicker, argue, fight with my own people. I used to talk and tell endless stories like no one of my age did. Seeing this, everyone said I would make a perfect lawyer. And so, I grew up behaving like I'm-a-gonna-be-lawyer.

When I was 5, I played the most favorite 'Teacher Game' with my fellow mates. I would always become the teacher and make my friends act as students. With a stick held in my hand and a chunni draped around my tiny torso, I would look like a kid possessed by 50 year old. In this get-up I would call myself Miss Monica. People said I was born to become a teacher. I felt flattered. As time passed, my students disappeared. And my addiction to teaching took time to end and mean while, the walls promised to become by students.

                                                           DREAMS UNLIMITED....:) 

At 10, one fine day I was walking with my mom on the road. I saw a pamphlet of an institute which teaches computer courses like Java and others. I pointed and showed it to my mom with an expression of achievement. With the innocent unawareness of the Engineering boom I said,  "I m gonna do Java". My mom laughed loudly and said that Java means malt and teased me "Are you gonna make java?". I corrected her saying, "I m going to study Java". My mom smiled at my confidence.

Years passed. Like Katrina Kaif always said that was just a trailer, the movie has started just now. Gone were those days when I wanted to become what people visualized me as. Now is the time I decided that I m going to become a doctor. And also to my support is the astrologer on the Necklace Road. But as I reached my higher school I started hating Science and Biology, being more specific the teachers of those subjects.

I am a maths freak. Yes, till date I am. So I took up MPC as my Intermediate course. Without much struggle cleared it and joined in an Engineering college, not just an ordinary college but the best one in the city (forgot to mention a college just for women). My life completely changed after that. I knew as I stepped into the college this is where I belong to. This was never in my wish list. It need not be. What matters is whether I am happy or not. As I checked the syllabus, in one of the semester, I found Java as my core subject. My happiness knew no bounds at that moment. That was one of my childhood dreams and I declare, the only one that is fulfilled. I slowly started liking my course. And thus my goal was set. This time a firm one. I decided I am gonna work for a company where I can implement the subject I studied here. This is gonna be my destination, I told myself. I dreamt of it, dreamt of it all the four years. And yes, I achieved this dream. Its only later that I came to know it was more of my parents dream than mine.

Dreams may or may not change. But our desire to fulfill them must always remain the same.

The Road of Relations

Yesterday, I was walking on the road. Not that this is the first time I am walking, but it is very rare for me to come out at 7 in the morning. I didn't know the day starts so early for many people, maybe I live in my own world. Its really surprising to see what all that happens during these early mornings. I saw small groups of beggars (many may feel this as an inappropriate word, but a substitute won't change the meaning) sitting, probably with their families or friends, having a hearty chit-chat. They were sharing that little food, they held preciously in their hands bought at the places where I as a student with limited-preserved pocket-money used to go. Every time I give a coin to a beggar, I had named the feeling I see in their faces as Happiness. But now realised that was just gratefulness. Happiness is what I saw in their eyes when they are with their loved ones. But the question is which of these two feelings is of prime importance. This is yet another doubt added to the humongous number of confusions in my life.

Then I saw a young couple walking hand in hand. The guy was on a call and the girl was busy selecting songs in her iPod. Initially, I assumed that to be just another example of our modern life. They were together only physically and were walking being each engaged with their own self. The next moment the girl placed one of the earphones in her partner's ears and smiled warmly. The guy smiled back with the look that said I am-happy-to-have-you-by-my-side and responded quickly by hanging up his cell. This small incident taught me the meaning of perfect understanding. It is giving our mates their own space and at the same time not giving them a chance to miss you.

I took a turn from that road and headed in a different direction. But it's only later that I came to know that it was not just a turn, but a twist. I saw a half-naked woman, around 50 lying on the footpath shouting in the language of pain and only pain. I saw a dosa bandi here too, only that the bandi had no customers. He reduced the rate and increased the size of dosa. But for no use. I saw a lovely couple, the guy was trying to catch up with the girl walking ahead of him, trying to talk, maybe convince. But for no use. A college student who missed his bus, tried painfully hard to catch it. But for no use. This is it I thought, that turn there was the end of Road Of Relations.

As the time passed by few minutes and my walk crossed by few kilometres, the road became busy with some students rushing to their colleges, some waiting for their buses, eyes on cell, fingers punching the keypad and a smile on face. People appeared to carry an I am-all-geared-up aura around them. Yes, they were employees both white-collared and blue. The chai-wala has already started serving his customers-cum- dearest friends.The dosa stall uncle was putting up a tent before his bandi, the chai-wala was helping him and people have already started flooding.