Thursday, December 15, 2016

Miss you, Maa...

Tell Me You Are Here...

As I sit by my window,
And watch the sky everyday.
Wish you could tell me in signs,
That you never went away.

I know you're watching over me,
When am awake or asleep.
Wish you could put your arms around me,
To calm me as I weep.

If my wishes were answered today,
I would have you back home.
Not for myself, as I am strong,
But Baba can't be alone.

When I feel guilty for denying,
Things that you wanted from me.
Wish you could whisper to my soul,
That it's ok, let it be.

So I live my life and laugh again,
And enjoy myself too.
For I know with every breath I take,
I will be taking one for you...

Miss you Maa ... Be happy wherever you are.

Ki n Ka ... Movie review

Ki & Ka... Honestly, I didn't understand it at all. Either I am too stupid or the film maker is. I thought it would be a progressive concept on gender equality, but what I witnessed is utterly regressive. Equality means equal respect, balance in roles n responsibilities between the two genders, right? Wrong, according to Mr. Balki. He doesn't believe in the concept that both Ki n Ka can progress simultaneously, both can pursue their careers simultaneously, both can share their household responsibilities... He thinks if Ki has to be a CEO then Ka must be at home cooking rajma chawl, taking care of the laundry and dishes n attend kitty parties!!! So, basically it's equally regressive with a role reversal... A man is "cool" if he leaves his career n stays at home even if he is an IIMB topper! So basically, Ki or Ka, one has to sacrifice for the other!!! Mr. Balki, by that logic you should stop making movies since your wife is a career woman!

This movie is extremely stereo type is the most regressive way possible. Housewives are artists, they build a home, no doubt about it Mr. Balki... But today's women who are balancing their house as well as work are even better artists for they are building homes as well as careers! N their Ka's are cooler than yours for they support their better halves in all respect, without sacrificing anything! So please get your concepts right before making a "socially irrelevant" movie like this again!

Coming to the acting, I give full marks to all of them starting from Arjun Kapoor, to Swaroop Sampat to Rajat Kapoor. Amitabh Bachchan n Jaya Bachchan were brilliant in their guest appearance. And yes, my not mentioning Kareena Kapoor is not unintentional. She isn't worth mentioning.

Pink - Movie Review

DON'T WATCH PINK!

How can they even come up with a movie like this?! If you want to make a movie, make HAPPY NEW YEAR; make PREM RATAN DHAN PAYO; make HOUSE(FOOL) series; these are the ones our audience love watching again and again and make them earn 300-400-500 crores! Why make a film like PINK? Nonsense!

And what's the star cast? No 50+ actor (superstar) playing 30 year old hero; no 20+ actress (glass ceiling is present even in our film industry) playing their love interest (and the Chachaji-bhatiji chemistry looks mind boggling!); no item numbers; no plastic-everywhere heroines (even in their expression); no re-re-re-remix songs of Bharat Ratna Honey Singh; no designer clothes; no foreign locales; nothing! Only some real looking characters, doing real acting giving out powerful social messages?! Huh! Such a waste of time!

And what kind of messages? That it's time women get their due? That women of our society are free spirits and that we should respect their freedom of choice; their individuality; their decisions?! Who are we kidding here? We are the nation where in 2016 our daily soap operas show mangalsutra clad bahus staging war against their sasumas! Or if we run out of stories of women then we bring in "icchadhari nagins" n "witches"! We are the nation where in movies women are either raped by men and protected by men; insulted by men and "accepted by men"; tortured by men and freed by men. We are the nation where girls can't say what they want; do what they want; and be what they want. We are the nation where majority of our Gods are women whom we worship but women in human form are killed in mothers' womb. And most of us, men and women alike, have accepted all these and more with pleasure. So we advise our daughters to dress "properly", behave "properly", talk "properly", walk "properly". We either don't educate our girls, or if at all we educate them, it is because we want them to be "accepted" by a well-to-do groom! And in such a nation, films like PINK is such a waste! Who would appreciate? Who would make it 200-300-400 crore grosser?

But still if you don't take my advice and decide to go watch the movie, trust me, you will feel proud somewhere deep down, that few people thought to make a movie like this. You will realise how, many a time, knowingly or unknowingly, intentionally or otherwise, you mis-judge women who dare to be themselves. And you will definitely take a note to learn to respect a woman's NO.

And don't leave the hall without hearing the poem by Mr. Amitabh Bachchan till the end.

Amader Deshbhokti... Bengali

Amra Mahalay niye Nachi; Amra Anondete bNachi;
Tar e Prane, Desher Taane; “Judho Chai” teo achi,
Amra Desh ke bhalobashi.

Amra Hotel e te khai; Amra Movie Dekhte Jai;
Raat pohale, leper tole, ghumiye tripti pai;
Border niye Facebook e te Debate e mete jai;
Shanti noy, Shanti noy, juddhyo amra chai;
Tai Shantipriyo lokgulo dekhe amra hashi,
Amra Desh ke bhalobashi.

Gorome Pran othishtho moder, sheet e kNapi thor thor;
Brishti Kadae birokto hoye bhabi Krishok tora mor;
Border e jara moder tore dicche nijeder pran;
Tader mora shrodhyay kori nijer “DP” daan; Koto boro bolidaan;
Shoinyo jabe judhyo korte, Daaridre morbe Chaashi;
Amra Desh ke bhalobashi

Churi ... Bengali

Churi bidya Moha bidya
 jodi na poro dhora
Dhora jodi porei gele,
ki r jabe kora...

Tai re nai re naire nana
Mithye kotha bolte mana
Mithyer r bhar boddo beshi, nei ki tomar jana...

Khacchi mach, dhakchi shaak
Shotyi mithye nipat jak,
Bibek OLX e beche
Shobai churi korte thaak!

Grief

Grief

I had my own notion of grief,
I thought it was a sad time, a period brief.
That followed the death of someone you love,
Or losing something that you like to have.
And you have to push through it,
With all your energy, bit by bit.
Until you get to the other side,
That is sunny, that is bright.

But I am learning there is no other side,
There is no pushing through, but only to glide.
There is absorption, adjustment, and acceptance,
You don't have to fight it, you just need endurance.
Grief is not something that you compete,
Neither is a challenge, that you've to face it.
Grief is not a task to finish and move on...

Grief is an element of yourself, an alteration of your being,
Grief is a new definition of self, a new way of seeing.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Bored with BOARD EXAM Marks!

At the onset, let me just clarify, that my daughter will appear for the first BOARD Exam of her life next year, and like a true-blue Bengali middle class family, we all are super excited about it! I have already thought of the Face Book update that I will provide post her result; I clearly remember the number of likes and comments similar posts have received in the last couple of years; And I certainly intend to modestly brag about my daughter's performance to any and every Tom Dick and Harry I meet and interact, but while I anticipate all of that and more, let me fondly remember "our times"... we, the student of 90s, who went through our share of BOARD EXAMS and all the before and after effects of them.

Anyone who went to school/high school in the early and mid 90s would relate to me for sure.

Ok, how many of us remember our Higher Secondary days? Two papers of the same subject, syllabus was standard XI and XII combined. We had our shares of fun, didn't we? Suicides were common, and so were nervous breakdowns. If you thought teachers were strict, then you obviously were one of the rarest few who had sane parents (like mine). But most of the parents I knew back then, give me nightmares even today, when I compare my mild involvement in my daughter's studies compared to their aggressive ones. The 30 minute break between papers 1&2, would mean for them to act like the coaches of the heavyweight boxers in their corners after a bruising fight, planning strategically, one parent stuffing some morsels of food down a barely moving mouth while the other, giving last minute valuable advice, like, “Answer the objective type first”. As if this was not enough, within that short span of time, they also managed to collect data on who answered what, and already mentally tabulated the probable scores of all the competitors, like, Mr. Das's daughter and Mr. Ghosh's son. And if by chance, your probable score failed to match theirs, then you have had it! I remember till date, every time, I came out of Exam Hall, I was surrounded by numerous parents, some asking me questions about the questions, others snatching away the question paper, even though their wards would probably come out in the next 5 minutes. But no, why waste those 5 minutes, eh? These exams were invariably held in hot, sultry, summer, afternoons, and I quite hated the sight of the aunties in sleeveless blouses, hounding me with earnest queries like, "Which coaching do you go to? Who teaches you Maths at home? etc." These same parents, when their own kids come out of the hall, swoop down from all sides grabbing them by the forearms and bombarding them with "questions about questions"...one exam ends and the other one starts for the unfortunate kids...

Cut to 2015, and I see similar trends amongst Bong parents. Most of us, who were students in 90s, are parents now...and many of us who hated the torture we were succumbed to, are doing exactly the same thing to their wards now. For us if "STAR" and "LETTER" were the targets, now, its 95%-96%...anything less than that is an insult to the entire race of humanity! We have moved from B/W TV to LCD, from Dooradarshan to DTH, from those big fat black telephones to the era of Facebook, twitter, and whats app...but the intention of the parents' to reach newer heights of achievement at the cost of creating undue pressure on the children still continues. If anything, things have worsened, competition is even more fierce now. Planning is even more strategic, focus is even more grave. Akash Institute, and FITJEE s are minting money, and why not? Now kids "prepare" themselves for IIT from Class - VII or VIII. I feel extremely sorry for them when I happen to cross by one such institute at 8-30 PM every Monday. Some of the students still wearing their school uniforms, which clearly means they probably hop from one tuition to another after the school hour ends and don't even get time to freshen up. There is this concept of multiple tuitions for a single subject, lest you miss the "notes" of X if you only go to Y! For 1 mark the students and the parents can lay their lives and take a few as well, if the need be.

So for all the aspiring IITians and their parents, here is one piece of advice. None of this would matter in the Long run. Yeah!

When I look around and see my batch mates from school, I see, more or less, all of us have reached somewhere or the other. Even if we failed to reach where we wanted to, we are still doing pretty well for ourselves. 100/100 in Maths, or 80/100 in Maths, both the types of students are probably earning the same pay package...in fact, probably the guy who failed in Mathematics is more successful because he is doing what he was good at. Scores and Ranks lead us nowhere, our knowledge does, our passion does. It hardly matters if you got 96% or 69%, probably you will end up in the same place, as Marks have no direct correlation to "success". So stop screwing up your kids' childhood. Let them enjoy this wonderful phase of life which will never come back. Yes, focus is important, but draw a line. Don't over do... Celebrate their uniqueness...not all are supposed to be scoring 100/100 in Maths. If your ward is the one who can and do, then congratulations! But if he is not the one, its ABSOLUTELY FINE! Enjoy life nevertheless, and let him follow his dreams... You please support your kids in following their dreams rather than forcing them to chase yours... Come on, we owe this to our children, don't we?

Friday, April 24, 2015

Because You are a Woman

Because You are a Woman
You keep your pain inside
You smile when you want to cry
Your desires, You always hide.

You strive to be the best
You aspire to reach the top
Because You are a Woman
The world wants You to stop.

From the morning to night
Multi-tasks You perform
Because You are a woman
It's considered a norm.

So wet are your tears
That you shed at night
Because You are a woman
You don't share your plight.

With anxiety so high
And self-esteem too low
Because You are a Woman
You don't let it show.

Because You are a Woman
You know there is power within
To believe in yourself
To know that You shall win.

Because You are a woman
You open your wounded heart
TO spread warmth, love and care
Even if You fall apart.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

An Open Letter to LIFE!

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You cannot subdue me because I refuse to take your discipline and tantrums too seriously. When you hurt me I laugh it off, for laughter knows no pain. I appreciate your joys wherever I find them, but your sorrows neither sadden me nor discourage me, for I laugh with my soul. Temporary defeat doesn't make me sad, yet I simply set music to the words of defeat and turn into an inspiring song! When you give me lemons, I make lemonade out of it and enjoy! Your tears are not for me, for I prefer laughter more, and because I like it better, I use it all the time, whether in grief, and sorrow and pain and disappointment. 

Life, you love to tease me — don’t you deny it. You slip the emotions of obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, and desires into my heart so that you might use them as thorns with which to prick my soul — but I have learned to dodge your trap with pure love. You try to lure me with the desire for gold, but I fool you by following the trail that leads to knowledge instead. You induce me to build beautiful friendships — then convert my friends to enemies so you may harden my heart, but I dodge you by laughing off at your attempts and selecting new friends in my own way. You want me to give up, but I refuse to give in. You want to instill hatred in my soul for you but I choose to love you even more for all your failed attempts!

You cause others to cheat me so I will become distrustful, but I win again because I possess one precious asset which no one can steal — it is the power to think my own thoughts and to be myself. The more people cheat me the more determined I am to spread trust and personal responsibility in this world. You want to pull me down, but like a Pulley, it gives me more strength to rise even higher. You build a fire of hope in my heart, then sprinkle water on the flames, but I do better by rekindling the fire — and I laugh at you every time you do that. 

You have nothing that can lure me away from laughter and love, that I am so fond of, and you are powerless to scare me into submission to anything otherwise. I know one day, when you will get tired of taming me down, you will threaten me with death, but death to me is just a new start. So you see my dear life, you can never stop me from loving you!

So to a life of laughter and love, then, I raise my toast! And on the other side of death, as and when we meet again, I will welcome you with open arms and our saga will continue from where we left and this will go on forever and ever. For I am in love with Life and you cannot make me feel, think, or be otherwise! Cheers!!!

(This is inspired by one of my favorite songs - Main Zindagi ka Saath Nibhata Chala Gaya. You can listen it here)

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Friday, November 29, 2013

15th Wedding Anniversary in the Pipeline

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You bet I am so excited about completing 15 years as a married woman (and that too, to a single man) that I am going to break my hiatus in the world of blogs by blogging about it, and that too almost 3 months in advance! I know, probably nobody will pat my back or appreciate my effort, but nevertheless I know what its like! I have been married for the last 15 years (well, almost)! Wow, 15 years! I can't believe so I will repeat myself. 15 YEARS!!! That means


  • 15 years of trying to be an ideal wife. Well, ok, 1 year of trying to be an ideal wife and then giving it up and accepting that I can never live up to that as I haven't seen my Mother-In-Law during my growing years. As an after thought, I think child marriage is a wise thing to do. Life would have been so much easier for me if only I was brought up by my MIL. Because no matter what my mother taught me, that's always NOTHING compared to what his mother taught him! 
  • 15 years of trying to make sure the house is spotless before your husband is due to arrive home and then realizing gradually over time that my house would always be spotless if hubby didn't live here, like it is now. Even if that means filling my closets and drawers with my trash and my crap. And I suppose, that's actually CLEAN unless no one ever opened any of my "secret hiding places" and started commenting on my sense of cleanliness.
  • 15 years of sincerely practicing and ensuring that no matter how trying your day may have been, don’t burden your husband with your trivial woes till the day I realized that most of my woes are actually a result of my dear hubby, and his by products. I mean, teenage daughter's tantrums, or this stupid thing called family-work balance that includes absurd things like 'sacrifice-compromise-adjustment" - would they be there if I wasn't married?
  • 15 years of improving one another's patience level, tolerance level, and helping each other 
  • practice one's linguistic skills by making one another repeat one self over and over and over and over.
  • 15 years of bathroom fights. No no, don't get imaginative here. There is not even an iota of romance involved in such fights. They are purely strategic. They are about clashing interests. They are all about "your-way-or-my-way" symptoms. 
Your way => Toilet seat should be up
 My way => It should be down
                                  
Your way =>  Towels and other bathroom accessories should not be PINK or PURPLE          
 My way => They should be nothing but PINK and PURPLE

You see, the list can go on and on, but that was not what I intended to write about. But what the heck, now that I am enjoying this, there is no need to shy away, isn't it? You know, there are quite a few myths associated with the term MARRIAGE. May be marriage is not to be blamed... when the TWO comes together they become TOO MUCH. In any case when CUPID shoots an arrow we tend to get STUPID. And as if that is not enough, both men and women have diagonally opposite expectations from this alliance called MARRIAGE. Its all about clash of perspectives

You see, when a woman gets married, she thinks, “Oh! I’m so excited to share my life with someone… now that there are two of us, we’ll be able to get twice as much done!” 

And a man thinks while getting married, “This is cool, now that there’s someone else sharing my life and more importantly, the work, I’ll only have to do half as much!”     

You get the difference? Now I shall rest my case!                                                                                      
P.S. : 15 years into marriage, my life is like CLASH OF TITANS... Cheers to me and many more like me who can relate to this! :-)

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