Love, Life & Happiness

After a too hectic fortnight, finally settled on the expanded couch with my three year old to watch the re run of The Revenge of Fallen-Transformer, on lazy Sunday. Some times to think of out, our childhood was pretty deprived in the sense that we never had such movies in those times. Wonderful theme, wonderful performance and marvellous dialogues like ," Sam, fate rarely chooses us at the time of our choosing." I believe such words are way too portions for the age at which the movie is targeted but out would be wonderful if kids at that age could put some mind about it, to pause and ponder. I sometime do feel many of these jewels I would have missed, had it not been for my daughter. As she grows and get little selective about movies she wants to watch on Sunday mornings, I have already started missing those popcorn laden Sundays, she to my surprise refused to go watch Batman last weekend in favour of shopping trip with her mother. I do wonder in a tiny sorrow as feminist tr

   Christopher Nolan has created or rather attempted to maintain the historical expectations set by earlier versions of the Batman, with Dark Knight Rises. "The Dark Knight Rises" on the hot weekend afternoon, watched alone, in a multiplex, PVR-Priya in Delhi,resembling old style movie theater, with On line tickets, to be collected in print, in line, in the quest out in the open Sun at its best of ferocity, with longest queue there for on line ticket collection, brings, brought back the days of whistling and charged up audience (I do however wonder, if railways can do with SMS tickets, why PVR can not do it with that). However, at certain age, such theater present great fun. Still remember the sense of accomplishment as we collected more than dozen tickets at one go, fighting the crowds on what actually was a ticket window at six in the morning at Raiput theater, something you can not imagine in plush, airconditioned Multiplexes of the day. Early morning show was fea

While we think of God, we think of Justice. Justice and righteousness is something we consider as inherent in the Idea of god. We see a great deal of injustice around in the world and when we are unable to explain and rationalize the same, we lean on the idea of God. Man is a rational animal, his being is an exercise to understand the world around him, the plight to understand and explain things around him is his raison d'etre for a Man. Man tries to understand the world around him and tries to arrange it in a cycle of imaginary Cause and Effect. Anything which he is unable to understand and therefore, explain, causes discomfiture, and he failing to find any reason to assign to an event, and unable to bear to cruelty of truth in the brutal hopelessness in the words of Somerset Maugham when he says, The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore. assigns all that is inexplicable to an entity called God. The idea of God has su

The times sure have passed, since the time I used to walk long walk through tremendously, hot path to the university gymnasium in the College, to my first fall in the year after the marriage, where in I escaped precariously from being "late" to the time of self-pity and self-loathing, to a recovery against the prennial worry of never to be be the old self again even after kicking the butt and getting off the butt. The king of the house was de-throned, aging and fattening advisor with self-doubt and self-pity, aplenty. The important thing which such catastrophic events that put you into an ICU brings you different perspective, it brings in a sense of mortality as a part of life. You understand that death in nothing but one step sideways and that how so insignificant your own being is to life. If I had not come out of that ICU on that fateful night, life would have gone by as it has, without me to poke my nose into its course. Well, as fate would have it, I did come out