Shez a little flower, coloured in yellow and orange, merely 2ft, bright and evergreen. I encountered a beautiful little angel, this morning when I was quietly sitting on a bench, holding a token, numbered-56! I was mentally preparing, to get set for another draggy weekend and sitting in a mobile service centre was just a start! With wild thoughts rushing and gushing into my head, I was numb, to understand anything happening in the environment around me. Just then, a teeny-weeny gal, holding a gigantic blue phone in her hand, gently touched my leg. I was still in a trance, trying to bat out the unfruitful thoughts from my ever clumsy nervous system! When I didnt heed to her touch, she thought the best way to wake me from my slumber, was by calling out AAA - in her understanding probably meant 'duh', 'lady' or 'idiot'. I jerked and noticed this little thing standing in front of me. She gave me a smile which had affection, warmth and love. I smiled back and she quickly ran towards her mom with her toddle feet. It seemed to her that she had performed a miracle by touching a statue and turning it into a living object. Wow!
I turned my head to see the faces around me. Vivid set of people , talking in various different languages, some eagerly looking at the counter and awaiting their turn. Few, were elderly and often altering their postures, finding it difficult to sit without back support and others were busy chatting up with their spouse or friends, who had gracefully accompanied them. Bugged, I took my cell phone and started messaging a friend. Just then, the angelic gal came again and tried to snatch away the phone. I quickly put my hand near the eyes and sounded like I was crying bitterly. She thought, "Oh my, watta fuss pot? Aren't you grown enough already to cry?" Finally, she took my hand and gave me her monster phone. I again looked at her and smiled. Her reflex action was quick. She snatched back the phone she had placed in my hand. She would have said, "Watta selfish woman, I just gave her my phone and she stopped crying. If only I hadn't taken the phone back, she would have sold it for a good sum and would not even give me 50% share. I better keep it with me and get 100% money."
I smiled again and turned away my face. I was simply not in a state of mind to cuddle her or play ringa ringa roses! At the same time, a middle-aged man, seated on the right side of me invited her for a play session. He gestured and enticed her by showing his jazzy-flip mobile, but the gal was least interested. I heard her say, "Common old man, stop hitting on me. Am busy trying to cheer up this aunty sitting here and you are leching at me! Out of my sight dude, out of my sight!". I was her most loved bakra for the time-being. She again came to me and this time, it was my shoe that she had set her eyes on. Her cunning eye movements, told me that now she wants that black, shimmery, ribbony shoe of mine! By the time I could think of something, there she was holding my shoe aka feet! "NO" I said. She responded "ahahahahaha". I modulated and said, "sweety thatz chee chee don't touch that" . She lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes. I was a little scared. She then gently left her hand with an expression that looked like "Was trying to guess how much you paid for it. Huh, not even rupees hundred. Cheap!" and she left to go to her mom.
Now, even I had become one of those, who desperately wanted to get out of that place. The fact is I was enjoying every move of the brat, every little sound and every little gesture. But I didn't want to shower any affection. Thanks to my sulky self! She then ran all round the room, in a bid to find someone interesting rather than the old boring me! After completing a lap, she came back to me tired, huffing and puffing! I couldn't stop myself from holding and cheeks and lifting her. She was elated, finally the statue that she touched not only turned into a human but also had learnt the art of being humble and loving. Watta Victory. She ran in excitement all around the room - the victory lap.
Just then, the guard sitting there, switched on the TV. The news showed a crashed Dubai-Mangalore plane on fire and reported 166 people dead. My attention moved to the news and I started following it. I heard people calling up and informing their relatives and friends about the shocking incident. The room soon bore the look of an accident site, where there was anxiety, tension and sympathy. The gal was carefully noticing the TV, she saw a plane, fire, police and some people with bandaid crying. She thought,"What happened here? I don't like these people crying. First of all, they burnt a nice toy unnecessarily and now they are crying about it. What fools! Wait let me touch them and even these morons will become humble and loving like this girl and they will stop burning such wonderful toys!". She went towards the TV screen and touched it. Her movements seemed like she was trying to rub off the fire, off the plane. Alas, this time her miracle didn't work and the plane kept burning. Disappointed, she came back and put her head down on her mother's lap. Neither me not the guy who was supposedly hitting on her, could manage to bring back the precious smile on her face. She was upset her magic did not work! Finally, it was their turn at the counter and after finishing their work, the family exited. She didn't turn back to say bye. But her magic spell had indeed worked probably not on the TV but definitely on me. She brought the smile back on my face, which I had forgotten for a few days now. Thanks Angel!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
MNIK Review
MNIK is a sincere effort put forth by Karan Johar and his two best friends, Shah Rukh and Kajol to give the audience, an important message, that not all Musalman’s are terrorists. Read on to find how well the effort paid off!
The plot is about an autism-struck individual, who is not just normal but much above normal. He can weave any machines, repair anything that is remotely motor and is highly innocent-yet-sharp!
The scene of Rizwan Khan’s childhood, where his single mother imbibes rich values pertaining to religion, by showing a simple picture of a man beating a kid and the other where a man is offering candy to the boy, moves one’s heart completely. He grows up memorising words instilled by his mother. Within minutes of the movie you feel proud of booking that seat. His habit of scripting everything reminds one of namma Ghajini sir :)
Demise of Rizwan’s mother, leads to him moving to San Francisco with his brother (Jimmy Shergill), who has an established business. His wife, a psychology professor, is tender and spiritual. She slowly understands Khan and his phobia for crowded places, loud noise and bright colours. He also joins brothers business and is responsible for marketing of beauty products. Rizwan does the needful, but not before he tries to “glow like a newly wed bride” himself. His candid nature, flow of words, expression of anger, fear and love, keeps you interested despite the slow pace. His attraction to Mandira (Kajol), a single-mom of a seven-year-old, shows another side of the man who dreams of a love life, becomes effortlessly romantic and cunningly flirty when required. Like any lover, he doesn’t hesitate to drool or ask for a date or even propose, without going down on knees.
Soon, the Hindu lady is in awe and decides to become Mrs Khan. Then starts the fall of their little world, with the terror attack on 9/11. The country turns volatile to the Muslim community. Khan's family undergoes business loss, hatred and finally a cruel moment of sheer vengeance. Mandira, erupts with anger and decides to get rid of the Khan factor in her life. Thus begins the journey of Mr Khan to meet the President of USA to pass an important message.
From here, starts a series of faulty elements in the movie and the script visibly loses its way. One will see just about anything like Hurricanes, formation of terrorist groups, US elections and the obvious scene of FBI's cruelty to Khan. The scene where Rizwan reaches the hurricane hit area, where even the sophisticated US army could not, leaves you wondering if you are still watching the same movie that moved you initially.
Karan Johar’s failure is prominent, considering he did not complete the movie with the zest, it began with. The script swayed from depicting an innocent muslim man, with very straight-forward ideologies to show a superman, minus the flying skills.
MNIK is worth a watch for the smooth and effortless acting of both Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol, but definitely not for its loose storyline. For Karan Johar, it’s a good effort mate, but certainly not the best!
The plot is about an autism-struck individual, who is not just normal but much above normal. He can weave any machines, repair anything that is remotely motor and is highly innocent-yet-sharp!
The scene of Rizwan Khan’s childhood, where his single mother imbibes rich values pertaining to religion, by showing a simple picture of a man beating a kid and the other where a man is offering candy to the boy, moves one’s heart completely. He grows up memorising words instilled by his mother. Within minutes of the movie you feel proud of booking that seat. His habit of scripting everything reminds one of namma Ghajini sir :)
Demise of Rizwan’s mother, leads to him moving to San Francisco with his brother (Jimmy Shergill), who has an established business. His wife, a psychology professor, is tender and spiritual. She slowly understands Khan and his phobia for crowded places, loud noise and bright colours. He also joins brothers business and is responsible for marketing of beauty products. Rizwan does the needful, but not before he tries to “glow like a newly wed bride” himself. His candid nature, flow of words, expression of anger, fear and love, keeps you interested despite the slow pace. His attraction to Mandira (Kajol), a single-mom of a seven-year-old, shows another side of the man who dreams of a love life, becomes effortlessly romantic and cunningly flirty when required. Like any lover, he doesn’t hesitate to drool or ask for a date or even propose, without going down on knees.
Soon, the Hindu lady is in awe and decides to become Mrs Khan. Then starts the fall of their little world, with the terror attack on 9/11. The country turns volatile to the Muslim community. Khan's family undergoes business loss, hatred and finally a cruel moment of sheer vengeance. Mandira, erupts with anger and decides to get rid of the Khan factor in her life. Thus begins the journey of Mr Khan to meet the President of USA to pass an important message.
From here, starts a series of faulty elements in the movie and the script visibly loses its way. One will see just about anything like Hurricanes, formation of terrorist groups, US elections and the obvious scene of FBI's cruelty to Khan. The scene where Rizwan reaches the hurricane hit area, where even the sophisticated US army could not, leaves you wondering if you are still watching the same movie that moved you initially.
Karan Johar’s failure is prominent, considering he did not complete the movie with the zest, it began with. The script swayed from depicting an innocent muslim man, with very straight-forward ideologies to show a superman, minus the flying skills.
MNIK is worth a watch for the smooth and effortless acting of both Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol, but definitely not for its loose storyline. For Karan Johar, it’s a good effort mate, but certainly not the best!
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