two-thousand-eight to nine…

So far, the year’s been baaad! I stepped into the new year within the grips of a flu; then I re-joinedoffice and have made my life a living hell; I find myself in the presence of someone that petrifies me all day long (I do NOT mean my husband :D); have breakfast-less mornings; I get almost no time to blog — and am losing out on the blogging spirit 😦 ; Makara Sankranthi turned out to be Maaraka (dangerous) Sankranthi — the special Karnataka lunch left me food-poisoned; but worst of all, I saw Chandni Chowk to China (CCTC)! Sigh! 😦

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I hope the script here says "Don't watch Chandi Chowk To China"

I thought I was done falling prey to un-sahikkable Bollywood flicks with the death of 2008 — when I sat through 3 hours of torture, a.k.a. Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi. But apparently not! CCTC is living proof for the fact that Warner Bros can also go wrong. The film has once of the loosest script, irrelevant links of characters to one another; comic strips and dialogues that wouldn’t bring a laugh out of people even at gun-point (well, there were some funny one-liners, but countable within 5 fingers)… I just cannot believe Warner Bros agreed to making this movie! Apparently, they are afraid that it may fall prey to piracy. Have mercy!

There were a few scenes which made people sitting around me comment “This scene was not really necessary.” All I had to say to that (though I kept it to myself) was that “the entire film was not necessary.”

Well, now I know how the year is going to take it’s toll on me! God save me!

P.S.: Anyone who still wants to go watch it, please convince yourselves it’s going to be the worst ever film you ever saw. You just might not mind it too much, then! πŸ˜€ Do this, and you’ll be greatful to me! πŸ˜‰

good? bad? good? bad? i do not know…

There’s nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

So says Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Well, how more true can this be ?

There are certain people who enter your life unannounced, uninvited, yet becomes an integral part of your life. They become so much a part of your daily life that after a point, you don’t even realise what they do for you and what they don’t…you start taking them for granted…sometimes you like them; sometimes you hate; sometimes you look for them; sometimes you hide; sometimes you listen to them; sometimes you walk away…

I have one such person to talk about…

This person was not my type at all…I never thought I’d become friends with this person. But well, you can never chart out your life, can you? This person and I became friends. And being in a new city for good measure, I found much help in this person. A symbol of purity at heart, this person is very endearing to all who surround. Extremely selfless, this person would cross desert and sea to be with a person in need. Though this person would always be with everyone, wishing them good, people end up hurting this person a lot…leaving this person to wonder why good never begets good, at least, in this person’s life.

For me, this person has been a huge support and help for as long as I can remember. We have had our fights and misunderstandings, joys and happy hours….but this person, unlike me, was always unflinching in defining the meaning of friendship. I have no words that will justifiably thank this person for all that this person did for me.

This person has a heart that forgives; love is all this person ever needs and expects. This person always strives to see goodness in others…and tries to conquer people with love. Even to people who have conspired against this person, this person returns it all manifold in a lot of loving gestures and favours. This person, I would hence conclude by saying, is unique…one in a million!

But…like I mentioned earlier, this person was not my type at all…and well, maybe not all man is perfect! This person is an extremist, in a good sense, though. For this person, everything is sacred–relationships are meant to be forever! Being an independent, free person, I found myself wanting the famous “space” in my life. But this person would always be there with a piece of good advice, a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. And when perspectives of two people are different, everything one does would seem weird to the other…and well, though there’s nothing good or bad, thinking ALWAYS makes it so… and trouble creeps in…distance separates people…difference of opinions manifest themselves as irritation, anger…one loses the ones they once liked…but sometimes, one doesn’t care…that’s what happened to us too…

This person is not in my life any more. And I am neither glad nor sad that it ended this way. We probably never deserved each other. I hope we never cross paths again. May this scissors mark the end of what we mean to the other. Goodbye!!!
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