I am the miracle I seek, the mountain I must climb, the hope I need to preserve, the promise I have to keep, the battle I fight, the puzzle I must solve, and the desire I shall fulfill. I am what I am. The universe exists within me, as much as I exist in the universe.
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Maybe
sometimes, deluding yourself into being brave is the easiest thing to do.
Because if you allow yourself to be broken, you’ll keep counting the pieces
forever.
“ Toh bhaiya aisa hai ki hum poori duniya ki sar par chadhkar baitheh hai. Chhote-bade harr aaine mein, hum hi toh rehte hai. Hum hi hai jo najro ko lubhaate hai, aapke selfie k liye Likes hum hi toh leke aate hai. …Hum aapki khoobsurti ka raaj hai, aapke sar k permanent taaj hai. Humara status koi Bajrang Bali se kam nahi hai – dekhiye tel unhe bhi chadaya jaata hai, aur tel humein bhi chadaya jaata hai. Hum baal hai. Sabse bada bhaukaal hai, khopdi ki khaal hai, bheje ki dhaal hai, agar mil gayein toh kamala hai, aur nahi milein toh jindagi bhar ka malaal hai. ” With a soliloquy for the ages, deftly delivered by the inimitable Vijay Raaz’s off-screen voice, Amar Kaushik sets the tone for this social problem comedy movie Bala . What catches the viewers’ attention first up, is the wonderful medley of pictures that accompany this opening stanza – from everyday tea-stalls to roadside Romeos, it captures the common man and his ubiquitous hair. Or lack thereof. After all, what better w...
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How exactly does yearning work? Do we see something and wish to be there, or do we wish to be somewhere and just happen to have that image pop up in front of us? In this particular instance, for me it was both. Over the last few days, my mind has been crying out for some respite, for some release, for some Far-From-The-Madding-Crowd if you will (a bit ironical in these times of social distancing). Quite possibly I've been seeking an escape from myself. I haven’t really had a picture in mind of the place I’d like to lose myself in, even if it is but introspectively. And then today, when I was feeling more fatigued mentally than I have ever felt in recent years, this bewitching photograph jumped out at me on a social media platform. And I looked, and looked. And looked some more. Then, I closed my eyes. And I listened. To the sound of the water, the sound of the oars, the sound of feet splasing, the sound of birds on their way home. The sounds of dusk, the sense of a hiatus. A much ...
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