I decided to write again, not because i had forgotten about blogging, but i was waiting for bad things to happen which i could pen down. But then, somehow, offlate- life has been pretty much good.

Whatsoever,
I write this ..for my school. A place where I spent 7 years of my not-so-sad life. Getting up early to the school bus horn, and spending the evenings, figuring out if the homework is worth the effort! Everything seems fun now. That's how it is- once it's over- good or bad- doesn't matter...you always seem to miss it. I don't miss my school much. Not because I didn't like it or anything, but then I want to see those 7 years of my life as a time which were so special that it would deplete it's value by reliving it. I want to look back at my life and remember those school days ..only to tell myself that I am proud to have had a beautiful childhood.
If going to school for Sports Day can make me drown in nostalgia, so be it... I am ready to drown.


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A choice never made.

Long time. Nevertheless, here I go...

You can't decide. Whom do you listen to ? Yourself, or the people who care for you? At some point in our lives, we have situations that send you in a dilemma as to who would be correct. what you think, or what the people are telling you? Trust me, It's a very difficult choice to make. you seem to have varied thoughts. At one instance, you feel you are right. And at the other, you feel you can never be practical!

Maybe, it's not the choice you make that matters. But what you do about that aspect of life you chose. Rightness, here, becomes subjective. When people advice you, they do it keeping you in mind. And when you decide for yourself, you decide keeping the world in mind. Having a perfect solution is a little impossible. But, it shouldn't matter. How you accept your life..and bring about that change, is what really matters.

We can either be stubborn and get stuck up in a world less known for it's realism, or break open into society and accept what it wants. I wouldn't want to do a thing like that. i wouldn't be much concerned, what i would want to choose. What would concern me is, what i do eventually about it. Any choice you make, makes you learn, and be a better person. No two choices are always kept aloof from each other. At some point, everything comes down-to you. And if, you are the one holding the reins, then it's no point caring whom to listen to. Do it. Experience. And, let time take you ahead.

I don't know, how many actually would want to believe me. I don't know, if people would want me to regret my decisions. But all i know is, finally in the end, all that would matter is. ME. My life, and my destiny...that i wrote myself!

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For you, a thousand times over.

I don't know why, but I happened to watch The Kite Runner for the second time. Having read the book, initially, when I heard about the existence of this film, i was a bit skeptical. Usually, we have seen films ruining the book. Sometimes, they do not exude the required emotion. And when it came to The Kite Runner, a book filled with human emotions-i was almost sure about the pathetic adaptation this film would have. But then, i was proved wrong. When i saw it for the first time, the film brought in me those same emotions which had surfaced when i was reading the book. Maybe for the first time, a book and a film on it, had equally appealed to me!

Now, when i happened to see it for the second time. I don't know why, but it moved me a lot. Even though i knew the story in and out and i knew the film's adaptation. Somewhere it still touched me. And it made me realize, that the film was better than the book. It was better than what i had imagined while reading the book. The direction, acting, screenplay, everything was beyond appreciation! Especially the music, which was eternal!

I don't know why people didn't enjoy the film. If it's the reason of cutting out stuff from the book, then i don't buy the reason. A two hour motion picture cannot have every scene of a 400 paged book. It's practically not possible. But still, this film made it's best attempt to get all the emotions right. And invariably, it turns out better than the book.

Kite Runner is one of the most admirable books i have ever read. I loved it for it's simplicity and it's real human emotions. And the film, just gave me the icing on the cake.
Sometimes, when i think about Aamir, Hassan, and everyone who was a part of that story...i seem to be transported into a world, where love, friendship, and humanity have no bounds. We just never understand this. This film (and the book) made me realize that life was more than being a part of a society where you wish to be someone, who could stand out.Be it the moving lines "for you, a thousand times over" or "there's a way to be good again" ...i don't fail to remember this film, because it made me realize so much about things that didn't seem so trivial.

I wish to walk down the lane of love and friendship, lined with flowers. I wish to see the stars shine always. And I wish that, when i turn around-I don't find myself alone...


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Rational Emotions

Maybe a year back, I realized I wasn't really myself. I was being this jerk in town. I couldn't make out the difference between rational and irrational emotions. I played my game alone and lost it even when I knew there couldn't be a winner. Every time I knew something went wrong, I would proudly blame the other person involved in it. Maybe I was right. Who knows? But the point is-I couldn't make out the difference.

We fail to know that there's a world outside the drama that's being played in the Theatre. Getting drastic or overflowing with emotions is not always wrong. You tend to learn about the mistakes that could have happened eventually. We understand people better. Once you are out of this upsetting phase, we see it as an embarrassment to even look back at ourselves. We change the topic by a 'forget it' or 'it’s ok'. Often we forget of what we have become because of all this. It might not be worth admiring-what we have become. But it gives you a sense of satisfaction. To have grown out of this emotional turmoil. Without feeling lost at any point anywhere. In the process, we loose and we gain. But what we loose seems insignificant in front of all those good things that follow.

I speak so, because I have been through it. I am no more ashamed to have been the 'dramatic idiot'. I did feel I shouldn't have been so. But today, I know for one thing-that something similar to this won't ever happen. Today-I know why we say that rational emotions are important in this practical and fast moving world. There's no space for the irrational ones. They get confined to the cinema halls. We need to be rational, even when we know it's no point talking sense. That's how the world is. That's how people want you to be. And I have accepted it. Once you accept it, you’ll realize that the world seems a lot merrier than you could have ever imagined.

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Music, love, Rahman.

Every morning, i woke up to find nothing about a musician in a leading newspaper. Everything seemed unreal. Days went by, and i couldn't find anything!
I started contemplating if people were even bothered to know what the greatest musician of India was up to?No one. Evidently, boomtown rap seemed exceedingly puerile. A few did know that among all this jigger of glamor...he sheltered inside his studio somewhere in Chennai...preparing for all those editorials, interviews, pictures and recognition that was to follow!
A film got released. It created ripples of success all across the 'globe'. And..one morning...we heard the words-"A R Rahman for Slumdog Millionaire..!"
He stood up from his seat. As he started walking, he exuded his strength, his effort, his hard work with each step. Every step he made...was an answer to all those papers and news channels who didn't seem to see anything beyond some unreal reality show.
His return was welcomed, as though he was a warrior of heaven. Returning after triumphing over the colossal devil.
Everywhere, you heard about the same film...the same name and the same song.
It wasn't to cherish for...but something to live for.
Soon-things didn't seem to come back to it's old life.
Amidst all the excitement and happiness, this musician went back into those studios to get back to passion, to be transported into a world...where even imagination has no bounds....
Sometimes we forget...that when the sun sets on the country, a sun awakens somewhere in the midst of Chennai!