LOST yet WON - A true story

It was a steamy afternoon with flames fuzzing out on the surface of the road. Even the water seemed to be inheriting the evaporating quality of fuels. Only those who are travelling in a A/C fitted four-wheeler can be unperturbed. Well.. also the people who are insanely crazy to race through the hot cloud of traffic with their bike.

Amongst such a busy, high temperature traffic, at exactly 1.12 PM, when everyone felt that the whole earth had stopped moving due to the on-road congestion, IT HAPPENED. There was a heavy turbulence at one end of the road racing at a speed of light towards the other end. People who were, even at a distance of 1 kilometer away from that eddy-source, was looking at it, wondering what it would be. Some even raised a doubt as how a lightning can penetrate the earth on a horizontal plane.

But when the signal turned red, I felt "Fricking indian signals :x Always try to block my traffic-manoeuvring skill-sets :x" I had no other go than to apply a heavy disc-brake on my girl, freeze her, take off my helmets and breathe some fresh air. Everyone was looking at me in a weird way, way in which they try to say "Ohh.. Its a human !!! Btw-Why the heck you drive soo fast?? How come you are not dead yet ?"

A RECAP OF ME some few minutes back :

Even though i had options given (whether to pick our car to go out / my aggresively cruel bike) , I always chose to go out with my girl. And i have this bad habbit of debasing the entire world once i hop onto her. So, as I came out of my den, I loved to race all the co-passengers who are travelling on the same road along with me in my direction. I just love to label them as "losers". If i find a heavier vehicle to compete with me, I just use the atmospheric traffic to deceive them and make themselves to struck into the messy vehicles on road and then move ahead of them.

Now BACK TO THE SIGNAL :

As the timers on the signal starts to ooze away, I put back my helmet and started the engine. It seemed that all the vehicles standing at the front of the signal were being back to life slowly and steadily. As the timers started counting single digits, every vehicle on the road were roaring. I started throttling my bike indicating my other competitors that I am ready to race.

The Finale :

Timer died to zero. Green light was lit. It was like, the babes during the start of a bike race had just waved the flags. When i was about to leave my clutch and jump into the race to give a head-start, I heard a voice of a small boy, which said "Daddy, Go fast !! We have to be the first !!" I turned my head towards my right. There he was, a little boy, probably 8-9 yrs old, cute like a tiger cub, lookin at me with his eyes. But actually lookin at his father with his heart expecting him to race me out.

His father saw me and smiled as if the boy was silly, since both of them were sitting on a TVS-50 (a namesake bike, which is no better than a cycle fitted with a dummy silencer)

I could have easily withered them off in a fraction of second, which my mind was telling me to do. But i just cant release the clutch. I stayed static for about a second and looked at the smiling father and gave him a nod to move forward. There was a 100% success rate in our communication. He clearly understood me. With a thankful gesture in his face , he made his so-called-bike cry its shit out and after a heavy struggle they started moving ahead of me.

I guess the father was sayin "Dont worry. We'r first !!"

I still don't know why i left them in front. Infact , i don't like small kids at all. So if everyone think that the boy was soo cute so that i didn't want to hurt his gay little feeling, "Maybe" is my answer. Maybe the father's smile towards me, which said "Small boys huh ?? They are silly.. you carry on !!", was the reason. Or maybe the boy just reminded me of my own childhood, since I used to do the same with my father. Thank God , unlike me, this boy was good :) Because when i was a child, if i won a race, though i was sittin in the back.. I did love to say to the 'losers' - "Take that Bitch !!??!!" , though not with the exact words in place :)

So.. i lost the race. But, by lookin on the joy on both of 'em, i felt overwhelmingly satisfied. To give a dramatic finish to all these things.. it started raining, the next moment they crossed me.

Well.. Sometimes it is easy to win a race. But you have to consider if winning the race is worth ur heart.. and vice versa too.. Sometimes it may easy to lose a battle, but again you have to consider if the battle is worth losing.

Thanks for reading this post. More in the future :)

----------------- References and trivia---------------

♥ my GIRL --> my BIKE [ I named her as 'Nascent steel' ] :)

♥ this is a true story :)

♥ I dedicate this post to all my friends who are wide-spreaded :)

♥ Believe me , I am not as good as i describe myself in this post :)

Wonder women in my life

Wonder women in my life

  

As I am reading and understanding more about feminism, these days, I feel it's a good time to introduce the female superheroes in my life. Being a male growing up, my personal influences of 'what a woman is' were my grandmother and mother. Both are pretty strong in their own ways. My granny, being a single parent since her 20 years of age, bringing up my mom with a great education, getting her married to an equally qualified male, is close to a miracle in those Indian days of culture. 

While I grew up, I was fortunate to get to listen to her stories of what challenges she had to face and how she overcame them. The social stigma she had to carry just because she is someone without a husband, she being a 'she', and having a female child in the household are some of the many struggles she has to 'silently' go through. Having the basic choices over food and comfort during tough days itself was more of a luxury. She is a hard worker. She worked in a rice-mill as a daily-labor. Her job was to carry the rice-filled sacks around. Some days she worked in the field as a person who plants/harvests rice and other cereals. These are more of the so-called 'man' jobs as physical exertion is inevitable. I have never seen fingerprints in her palms. They've got completely erased because of those old days of labor. Despite all those painful work hours, she was mostly ill-treated by her very own relations and society in the name of the so-called 'Indian Culture'. Nowadays things have changed or so she says. She got her daughter a good education, got her well-settled, and her grandkids nothing short of stellar gems. 

She says to me sometimes, 'Will it?' or 'It will' is up to you. For that, I am forever grateful to my Paati.

Then comes my mom. While growing up, as a girl who is with a young aged single mother, her challenges are equally, if not more, scary. Despite the normal challenges of any growing-up kid these days, like the educational burden, emotional traumas, etc, my mom was facing more severe threats from society alongside. People might think the world is scary now. For a fact, I know, it was scarier in the old days. Despite those, she still chased her ambition of becoming a doctor and nailed it. Financial betterment was on her list. Done. Owning a house, having kids, give them proper education, see them soar high - done, done, done and Done. From her is how I learned to dream big, despite the odds. Today is my mom's birthday and sharing this write-up will definitely make her cry. Women are compassionately emotional which is exactly what this world needs every day.

During the days when I show a somewhat high degree of resilience, sometimes my dad says 'You're exactly like your mom'. And I think to myself, 'I am not even close'. For that, I am forever grateful to my Amma.

The safety of females is something that is talked about in modern days. Though many people talk about these things over a 'coffee-chat' sort of, there are real people facing the bad end of the stick and one may never know unless they have someone in the family who had faced, survived, and thrived. Too much of an ask from one gender when the rest of the world acts deaf.

INCEPTION - A tribute

Prior to every blog i write, infact prior to even think abt writing it, I should always feel an inspiration, a impulsive pinch that eternally drive me inside to make a blog regarding the theme. And this INCEPTION, right from the time when it got over, man.. i felt the thirst to dress it up as my blog.. It really earned my inner instigation.

Regarding the film

First of all, INCEPTION is not a movie at all. Its a film. I am soo much determined not to expose the plot here. But what i feel abt the film is "Its more like a electron-trigger in a Chain-reaction. This film opens up a completely different perspective about how we look ourselves, the world, the life. If you get the basic theme of it, it continues to grow inside you. Initially you ll be applying the rules to the film characters.. And gradually you try to apply the same rules to your own life... And to all our surprise, the rules apply in our world too.. ultimately leading to think ourself, if there is any possibility at all that we are not real...." This film is a gateway to our intellect, the beginning point to the humans' basic nature of questioning everything, THE INCEPTION to our sub-conscious.

Regarding Christopher Nolan (The Director/ Screenplay / Questionably a human?)

Christopher Nolan, Is he real?? I mean how did he come up with this story?? that too, the ONE-LINE story was made 10 years ago.. around the year 2000??

The real title he gave for the story, in the auteuristic slang the 'Working-title' of the story, was 'DREAM-STEALERS'. A title which is sexy enough to get the cast to work on the project. But there was a problem at the beginning since many thought that it was soo complex that the screen play is not even possible to deliver the director's touch. Even after the oscar nomination of Chris for the BEST-SCREENPLAY award fot the mental shit called Memento, this particular story(Inception) was believed to be more complex than that. Because of this the production had been culled off many times. Just after witnessing Nolan's virtuosity in 'THE DARK KNIGHT', the Warner Bros came into the scene to rescue the story. An article said that Chris just gave an 'On-Spec script' to the production studio.

On-Spec -> "a prototype with a chance of achieving something but no certainty of it"
And WB, i don't know if they understood the script, they just splashed out on it.

Regarding DiCaprio
Leonardo DiCaprio, straight from 'The Shutter Island' gave the same piece of brilliance once again. Its not a complaining tone from me. Its just what this story demands, the same DiCaprio from The Shutter Island. DiCaprio himself said that he did not understand the story completely when he was given the script. In fact many people involved in the acting-side of the film didn't know what part they actually play in it. While many did a lot of research to understand if they were truly given a worthy screen space, some(including DiCaprio) just took a leap of faith on the intellect of Chris Nolan. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the scripts have been rejected by Will Smith and Brad Pitt before reaching the titanic star.

Regarding Hans Zimmer (Musician)
Hans Zimmer, who had his first break-through in his career through 'Rain Man', is the man behind some of the best electronic chords that has been ever made. His growth as a musician is evident through his notable cinematic path which includes 'The Lion King', 'The Gladiator', 'The Pirates of the Caribbean', 'The Dark Knight'. I fell in love with his deliverance right after i saw TDK. Or more appropriately, after hearing the number 'Like a dog chasing cars' from the same. Again.. in this film(Inception) the number 'Mombasa' is like, the sexiest piece of work i ever came across.
While screenplay guides the viewers through the plot, it is the music that make the people feel that they are not actually stressing their brain out to understand the story. Its like saying "Don't worry. You are not straining to understand the film.." The right oscillations in the music is also an important ingredient to give the tempo to the adrenalin-paced screenplay. Hans Zimmer once again proved that he is the best among the best to deliver the right piece of music when it is demanded.

Verdict

'Chris-Nolanism' is the new trend, which means "You pay him to watch his radiance. He make you doubt your very own existence " Believe me ... No one can disprove him. And if you really need to find the truth, you have to kill yourself, or if you want me to say in his way "Take a leap of faith"

Don't get weird if someone from the audience shoot themselves dead by the end of the film. They are just checking whether they are 'living the dream' or else just 'dreaming the reality'.

"One of the best piece of brilliance i have ever seen on-screen"

and @ everyone "See it to believe it" :)

Thanks for reading the post.. Later :)