Yesterday, we went for a movie that I was not so keen on seeing as it looked like a period drama which I don’t usually enjoy. Since it was a family outing I had to go, moreover it was based on a Rabindra Nath Tagore story which I hadn’t read before. Keeping fingers crossed, I went ahead with the flow. Movie began in a hall which was empty, Maximum 20 people were there.
First thing I noticed was the lip sync which ascertained the fact that it is a dubbed movie so the dialogues made by the protagonist didn’t appear as convincing as it would have been in the original movie. I wonder why a producer like Subhash Ghai didn’t apply his experience and used subtitles instead of dubbing in Hindi. This film could have been shot just the way Ravan was made in two languages Hindi & Tamil even the star cast was different in both the versions.
Apart from this the acting could have been much better because of which some key moments didn’t come out as it should have been. You were left wondering “Oh this happened”. The best part of this movie was the story line which lingers through the mind. For instance we can’t even imagine getting married to a person whom we have not seen. Today we try to know as much as possible about our respective partners before we take the step. Even though there are so many moments we feel whether we have made the right choice or make an effort to change the person we are married to. When you marry a complete stranger whom you have not seen or spoken to, than you simply can’t make out the difference between “X” or “Y”. The only thing you could have heard is the name. I wonder would Ramesh would have realized the swap if the wife didn’t tell him her name?
Another thing difficult to comprehend was a girl waiting eternally for a guy who came in and then again left without giving any information which I felt was not right. However, the beauty of this story was that it makes you feel that a human mind is an ensemble of emotions and capable of handling lot more than we actually give credit for.
In spite of this I wasn’t impressed with the movie, my friend said that’s because I am a “Band Bajaa Baraat” type and hence it is difficult to understand such movies. Yes I like movies like “BBB” or “Dabaang” but these are not those movies that would inspire you to think or make you see a different perspective of life.
My type of movie is something that fills my heart with hope, makes me feel if I could put my head down and sit to do something or the other I can do it even if I am not doing it. Something that makes me cry, subtly tickles me to a laugh or something that makes me a part of it, not like an outsider sitting in a row and watching. Till date I have seen a good variety of movies both English and Hindi. I am a diehard fan of love stories and I can watch it if the movie has some good looking actors.
One thing is for sure that it is very very difficult to make a movie exactly like a book. This means that I would actually sit down and read the story itself “Nauka Doobi” by Rabindra nath tagore to find out what I felt was right or wrong. Is it my thought process that I couldn’t like the movie as I was told. Or the movie did not lived up to the authors expectation.
Would read it soon for sure! Till than eagerly waiting for Kung fu Panda !
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Raise your head and Smile!
When someone comes by you,
With a comment out of blue,
Tears come in your eyes,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you hear people say,
Others are success while yours.
Is still a Question mark?
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you can’t dress as well as them,
Or can’t speak as well as them,
Or can’t do as well as them,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you are trying,
Every single day,
Still not able to do things exactly required,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When food comes on your plate,
You might not like it at all,
Some leaves & vegetables set,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
If you won’t this beautiful life,
Would become bitter,
And often you would cry alone,
Until you learn to Raise your head and Smile!
By,
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
With a comment out of blue,
Tears come in your eyes,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you hear people say,
Others are success while yours.
Is still a Question mark?
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you can’t dress as well as them,
Or can’t speak as well as them,
Or can’t do as well as them,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When you are trying,
Every single day,
Still not able to do things exactly required,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
When food comes on your plate,
You might not like it at all,
Some leaves & vegetables set,
Yet, Raise your head and smile.
If you won’t this beautiful life,
Would become bitter,
And often you would cry alone,
Until you learn to Raise your head and Smile!
By,
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Recognized!
It’s just weird how small thing in otherwise boring day gives you so much of happiness that you want to grab your pen and write about it (in my case keyboard). No I haven’t got a promotion or a wonderful appraisal but I am overjoyed with the fact that my name appears automatically when you search on Google. Not a big deal! I know but still I love every bit of it.
“Recognition”! Perhaps is one thing we fight for every single day of our lives, right from the moment we are born till we take our last breath. Leading an invisible life at a work place or at home is very sad. You tend to start finding fault within yourself and become cynical of things around you.
When you come to office every single day of the week and find yourself sitting alone with almost no work you regret it. What adds to your pain is the fact that people are least bothered whether you are coming or not. Fighting this is not as easy as it looks because you simply can’t approach people and tell them about yourself just as when we were in school we used to often write an essay on “Myself” probably an act to know one self better. There are HR people who would try to have a common even where you participate and get to know others. These events are held once a while and the scale varies from time to time.
You sit in the corner and glare at your workstation wondering when you would get a chance to have your say in this new place. That’s why whenever we leave one place and go to another we tend to feel that the place where we were previously working or living is far better. But then there was a time when you were new there as well. This “invisible” status takes time sometimes it takes days and sometimes it takes months to establish oneself. Amazingly, this feeling remains same whenever you begin something just like the first day of school/college/office even change of office etc.
At times I envy people who stay at home and their lives revolve around the house without the headache of coming to the office. They can do things at their own convenience and get a lot of “Me” time where you can do things you would enjoy like reading your favorite love story or watching a movie. But then when I see my friends who are staying at home I see frustration in them as well, as they find themselves with no work once husband goes to office till he comes back. It’s not that all of them are unhappy because there are some friends who are very happy to stay at home and lead a peaceful life.
Coming back to me, I am still figuring out what I want to be in life ahead. Believe me there are times when I feel that I can write a daily soap and work with Ekta kapoor so that the standard of serials improves.
At this moment I am working on something which could be something I would enjoy at some point of time as it’s mostly based on “Cloud Computing”.
Let’s see! Till than I am in “invisible status” at office.
“Recognition”! Perhaps is one thing we fight for every single day of our lives, right from the moment we are born till we take our last breath. Leading an invisible life at a work place or at home is very sad. You tend to start finding fault within yourself and become cynical of things around you.
When you come to office every single day of the week and find yourself sitting alone with almost no work you regret it. What adds to your pain is the fact that people are least bothered whether you are coming or not. Fighting this is not as easy as it looks because you simply can’t approach people and tell them about yourself just as when we were in school we used to often write an essay on “Myself” probably an act to know one self better. There are HR people who would try to have a common even where you participate and get to know others. These events are held once a while and the scale varies from time to time.
You sit in the corner and glare at your workstation wondering when you would get a chance to have your say in this new place. That’s why whenever we leave one place and go to another we tend to feel that the place where we were previously working or living is far better. But then there was a time when you were new there as well. This “invisible” status takes time sometimes it takes days and sometimes it takes months to establish oneself. Amazingly, this feeling remains same whenever you begin something just like the first day of school/college/office even change of office etc.
At times I envy people who stay at home and their lives revolve around the house without the headache of coming to the office. They can do things at their own convenience and get a lot of “Me” time where you can do things you would enjoy like reading your favorite love story or watching a movie. But then when I see my friends who are staying at home I see frustration in them as well, as they find themselves with no work once husband goes to office till he comes back. It’s not that all of them are unhappy because there are some friends who are very happy to stay at home and lead a peaceful life.
Coming back to me, I am still figuring out what I want to be in life ahead. Believe me there are times when I feel that I can write a daily soap and work with Ekta kapoor so that the standard of serials improves.
At this moment I am working on something which could be something I would enjoy at some point of time as it’s mostly based on “Cloud Computing”.
Let’s see! Till than I am in “invisible status” at office.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
It's been a while..
It's been a while..
Since I sat to put in..
Some thoughts that pass..
From one ear to the other..
Why?I just wondered!
Could it be the change of city..
Or the job which got hectic..
Taking most of my time..
Even then I did have time..
which is often occupied..
with love.&.family..
living at a distance...
'Distance' is an amazing thing..
In maths it is..
distance multiplied by the time..
but in real ..it's not the same.
More the distance..more is the time..
which is needed to cover..
with each passing momment..
which changes from a day to days..
but then when you are at home..
you feel not the same..
as you want to move out and live..
a life which looks better being away..
You get more freedom..
you get to decide more..
you get to choose whatever you want..
with your money in your pocket..
Inspite of all this..
there is a time when you wish...
it would have been better..if..
you stayed at home..
Home..which has its own ..
problems, tensions..fights..
at times water,at times electricity..
at times weather or even people..
whatever it may be..
it would always be the place..
which would have people to love..
and embrace you just the way you are!
By,
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
Since I sat to put in..
Some thoughts that pass..
From one ear to the other..
Why?I just wondered!
Could it be the change of city..
Or the job which got hectic..
Taking most of my time..
Even then I did have time..
which is often occupied..
with love.&.family..
living at a distance...
'Distance' is an amazing thing..
In maths it is..
distance multiplied by the time..
but in real ..it's not the same.
More the distance..more is the time..
which is needed to cover..
with each passing momment..
which changes from a day to days..
but then when you are at home..
you feel not the same..
as you want to move out and live..
a life which looks better being away..
You get more freedom..
you get to decide more..
you get to choose whatever you want..
with your money in your pocket..
Inspite of all this..
there is a time when you wish...
it would have been better..if..
you stayed at home..
Home..which has its own ..
problems, tensions..fights..
at times water,at times electricity..
at times weather or even people..
whatever it may be..
it would always be the place..
which would have people to love..
and embrace you just the way you are!
By,
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Alone on a week end!
Almost on every week end,
I stay at my place,
Till the weekends,
With little or no work kept...
How the time passes,
What exactly I do,
Simply browse,
Or a call takes away the day.
Move out and see the world,
Many say to me ,
But somehow I find myself,
Alone with no one to go around..
From cleaning my clothes,
To fighting with the cook,
Crying for food,
To drying clothes on a hook..
My days meander around,
Petty tasks like these,
Yet I feel no desire,
To go out and see..
Could be lazy,
Could be sceptical,
Could be missing,
Some people I dearly love.
In an unknown city,
With an unknown language,
How much one can do,
With few number of friends..
But I do keep up with my days,
Waiting patiently,
When I will have the time to see all,
With someone I dearly Love!
By,
Tulika jyoti vardhan
I stay at my place,
Till the weekends,
With little or no work kept...
How the time passes,
What exactly I do,
Simply browse,
Or a call takes away the day.
Move out and see the world,
Many say to me ,
But somehow I find myself,
Alone with no one to go around..
From cleaning my clothes,
To fighting with the cook,
Crying for food,
To drying clothes on a hook..
My days meander around,
Petty tasks like these,
Yet I feel no desire,
To go out and see..
Could be lazy,
Could be sceptical,
Could be missing,
Some people I dearly love.
In an unknown city,
With an unknown language,
How much one can do,
With few number of friends..
But I do keep up with my days,
Waiting patiently,
When I will have the time to see all,
With someone I dearly Love!
By,
Tulika jyoti vardhan
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Work ...And Process
I often sit and wonder..
With no work in hands,
When manager comes and says..
Just wait for few more days..
Do what? Till..Then..
Well!..Sit..Browse..
Or. Whatever you feel..
Do it at your own will..
But! It’s difficult to say..
What others feel..
When you simply sit..
With no work at bay!
They must lament..
If not comment...
Lucky girl...for whom
No work kept..
As you get up early..
Simply to go home..
You feel awkward.
If not Bad..
You see your peers..
Working with eyes on screen..
Yet for you there's none..
Of such sight to be seen...
Than comes HR..
To ask what u did..
You get up to say..
Something when it’s nothing much..
You simply wait...
Wait...and wait...
For nothing else...
But work & process to begin!
By
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
With no work in hands,
When manager comes and says..
Just wait for few more days..
Do what? Till..Then..
Well!..Sit..Browse..
Or. Whatever you feel..
Do it at your own will..
But! It’s difficult to say..
What others feel..
When you simply sit..
With no work at bay!
They must lament..
If not comment...
Lucky girl...for whom
No work kept..
As you get up early..
Simply to go home..
You feel awkward.
If not Bad..
You see your peers..
Working with eyes on screen..
Yet for you there's none..
Of such sight to be seen...
Than comes HR..
To ask what u did..
You get up to say..
Something when it’s nothing much..
You simply wait...
Wait...and wait...
For nothing else...
But work & process to begin!
By
Tulika Jyoti Vardhan
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Tears
Some times for no reasons..
Sometimes for endless..
It tickles down...
Through the cheeks....
When Its hurt by..
Someone's harsh words...
Some broken dreams...
Or may be just a memory..
Or perhaps..
When you cant justify..
What you feel..
Exactly the way you feel it..
It might be worth a million..
OR could not be there as well..
It might be for someone..
Or none at all..
It could be soaked...
On the pores of pillow..
Or it could be covered..
By arms you trust..
It could be endless...
Continuing with nights...
Or it could be a moment..
When you feel..it..
Yet in those moments...
You feel lonely...
And desire..someone...
Who understand your language..
A language of care...
A language or trust..
A language of importance..
And of love.!
Sometimes for endless..
It tickles down...
Through the cheeks....
When Its hurt by..
Someone's harsh words...
Some broken dreams...
Or may be just a memory..
Or perhaps..
When you cant justify..
What you feel..
Exactly the way you feel it..
It might be worth a million..
OR could not be there as well..
It might be for someone..
Or none at all..
It could be soaked...
On the pores of pillow..
Or it could be covered..
By arms you trust..
It could be endless...
Continuing with nights...
Or it could be a moment..
When you feel..it..
Yet in those moments...
You feel lonely...
And desire..someone...
Who understand your language..
A language of care...
A language or trust..
A language of importance..
And of love.!
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