Its O Nine!
Another year, time again to move out the list of things you could not do last year and bring in the list of things you can not do this year.. in short time for new year resolutions :)
There always are some people in a movie theatre who are spontaneous, funny and do not mind expressing themselves aloud. While some of them who belong to this category can be ignored, some of them really make for good laugh there and beyond too when you look back at times. The comments that they pass sometimes just stay with you. Here are some comments that I overheard or collected from others over a period of time:
Chak De: Shahrukh Khan is not happy with Sagarika Ghatge (Preeti Sabharwal), for playing a selfish game. There is a scene towards the end where he calls her and starts shouting at her, and in the theatre there is a plead from behind somewhere – “Please Shahrukh, please Preeti ko kucch nahi bolna..” The whole place was in splits. More than the comment there was that plead in his voice that was so genuine. :)
Lagaan: In the beginning of the movie, Aamir Khan is somewhere out in the farms, and Gracy Singh comes to call him. She is standing at a distance and from there she calls out – Bhuvaaaaan. Immediate reply from some smart guy – ‘aaya darling’. Lot of hahahaha followed this too. :)
Yaadein: Now if you know anything about this movie, you would know how miserable a watch this is. The whole theatre is gloomy and losing patience slowly. There is not a single interested face around. And there comes a scene where Kareena Kapoor (who by the way is extremely irritating in this movie) and Hrithik Roshan (who by the way believe it or not is way more irritating than Kareena) are standing in front of a nice looking building which has a huge concrete eagle on top. Public is bored to death and Hrithik at this point (or was it Kareena..anyway..) goes ‘I love you’ on top of his voice and in the most hopeless style. And there croons a voice from crowd – “dheere bol-a-, udd jayee”. A bihari way of saying – speak softly otherwise it will fly away. There was a little pause followed by roaring laughter from all corners in the hall. This was the only high point of the movie for the entire population sitting inside. :)
Shaan: A 70s movie starring Amitabh Bachchan, Shashi Kapoor and many other famous names. But the person who became immortal with this movie was Kulbhushan Kharbanda, in the role of famous Shakaal. Apart from the good job he did with his character, his look was also quite distinct and very befitting. He was given a bald look with a shining face. In one scene Shakaal is moving his hand on this bald crown and says – “… main kuchh bhi kar sakta hoon..”. Some one from the audience answers back “arre kanghi nahi kar sakta hai” (can not comb) :)
Hanuman: This was not exactly a comment, but overheard from the next seat. A young lady who was sitting next to my brother’s seat got a call mid way through the movie. Some one must have asked what she was doing and her answer was "Main hanuman ji dekh rahi hoon”. ‘Hanuman Ji’ dekh rahi hoon!!! Was funny but extremely sweet. We had a good laugh. :)
Kal ho na ho: Last scene. Shahrukh Khan is dying. Preity Zinta and Saif Ali Khan go to meet him. Preity Zinta sits next to Shahrukh Khan and goes little close to his face. Someone in the public, in a loud but emotional voice – Aman main tumhare bachche ki maa banne waali hoon! :) Now we all too laughed at this one, but because of this gang in the theatre, I hated the movie the first time I saw it. The entire emotion of the movie was diluted because of some funny and some not so funny comments that kept coming in consistently.
Some of these may not sound very funny just hearing them or reading them, but were so perfectly timed that it made them truly hilarious.
Talking about funny comments, I am reminded of two funny ones, not from movie halls though, that I heard from some friends.
A young lady instructor to an MCA student who is particularly noisy in the computer lab – I am watching you for the last two hours, you just can’t sit quiet and concentrate.
Student replies back, with a wide grin – Madam, you are watching ‘me’ for the past two hours! :)
There is a very famous chain of a shoe brand in the central-eastern and eastern states of India, called Shree Leathers. One young man entered one of the outlets in Jamshedpur with some of his friends. He looked around and then went to the counter. There was a photograph of someone on the wall behind the counter and it was garlanded. Our man looked at the photograph and did a very respectful pranaam to it. Store keepers at the counter looked pleasantly surprised with this gesture and were looking at him. Our man with utmost respect in eyes and most polite expression went – Shree Leather jee yahi hain kya?
The expression on the store keepers faces changed instantaneously. His friends refused to know him and rush themselves out of the place. He coolly walked out without much ado. Perhaps others were too stunned to say anything. :)
After spending five long but glorious years in my previous project, it was time for me to move on, and so I did. Some of my friends out there would say it was not ‘time for me to move on’, you were late by like two and a half good years! Well they can say whatever they want to, I don’t know if they were right or I was, but what I know for certain is as always moving on wasn’t easy! I would have cribbed about that place a million times, but I have appreciated that place a zillion and one times. I hated it, but I loved it more. True, I had differences sometimes, many a times, more on objects than with subjects, and it is also true that I made lots of friends there. It’s a fact that to grow in life you need more exposure and one project is not enough, and it is also true that this one project allowed me to play 8 different roles in this span of time. I know some people would have disliked me, but I also disliked some. :) I know lot of them liked me, and I too liked many. :)
Daughter of an Army Officer, moving on has been a part of life for me. So much so that I would joke sometimes that I have never entered the same room for so long ever before in my life. Five years is indeed a long time. I am moving on to meet higher aspirations, I am moving on for better prospects, for greener pastures, but I will not move on without acknowledging the fact that I loved all these five years, I don’t regret a thing, and I would cherish these memories forever.
I was talking to my parents this morning when I got this news. India bagged a ‘Gold’ in the Olympics! Yeyyyy! I mean yeyyyyyyyy!! I am sure there are thousands of Indian cynics out there who are not so excited about this and may just brush this off by a mean – Why are we going gaga over one Olympic medal? The nations that really win easily win over a cent. And we celebrate one! And I say a “Shut up!” to all of them. It is not often that you hear India bagging a medal and that too a Gold in Olympics. How often do you see the tricolor being hoisted and Jan-gan-man being played at such international events? Lets celebrate an achievement and not undermine it. Lets take pride in this one medal and hope, pray, and strive for more. Jai Hind!
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Popping migraine tablets and working late hours has been the story yet again for past couple of months. No, things are still not much better. Every night I still sleep with the famous line “life is calling where are you?”. Though thankfully I didn’t get into one of those frustrated phases. I was enjoying till a few days back. But in the last few days, I started feeling the fatigue. And it was at the zenith of its capacity on the Wednesday gone by. I needed a break so badly. I wanted to just switch my phone off for a few days and switch myself off along as well. I dragged myself out of the office and went to the basement to ride back home. I often come back home with Kapil on his dashing CBZ! :) There was a chill in the air. Shrestha had warned me about the rain but there was no trace of rain when we came out and hence there were no two thoughts about the mode of transportation. Now after we reached half way which is almost in the middle of no where, it started pouring. I could smell the rain washing the dry parched land all around us. And the showers were quite heavy. But in place of getting uncomfortable about this sudden situation, I had already started enjoying it and wanted to enjoy it a lot more. We were right in front of the M2 office and Kapil asked if we should be stopping there. I didn’t want to but I didn’t want to say that upfront as Kapil might not have been keen on getting soaked. After all he was the one who had to ride in that downpour, and that too with his power glasses. But he also decided that there was no point in stopping after getting soaked already. And then we continued. I loved the ride till home. I hummed all the nice rain songs I could think of all along. It proved to be such a stress buster too. I went home and had a sound sleep which is not a regular phenomenon of late. And the mood is back on track :)
Some people can go on cursing their destiny. With such people you can choose to get into one of these modes:
Try to avoid the fourth option. This can ruin your life.
I felt nostalgic. I was on the terrace. I could look down to the world, the old one and the new one too. This new world came up in front of my eyes. I have followed its progress right from its initiation days. I went to the far end of the terrace, and sat on the bar. This was the place from where I used to keep an eye on people in amphitheatre. They could not imagine someone watching them from the terrace and often were perplexed as to how I exactly knew what they were doing. I use to amuse myself a lot this way.
It was often some unprecedented incident that brought me here, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. I remembered coming to terrace with some friends at office. We danced in the rain and got soaked. We had lots of work unfinished, there was no way we could go home this early. It was just 3 in the afternoon. None of us had a change of clothes. But we lived the moment and jumped in the water, splashed it, danced, sang, had fun. And when we came back, there were some bewildered eyes, and some crazy uproar, lot of noise, thousand and one questions, also questioned was our sanity, but all in good humor. We enjoyed.
And then there was this major showdown with my manager. It left me shaking with anger. I could have lost my temper so badly inside the workplace, and that was the last thing required on earth. I raced towards the terrace again and stood there for a long time. I cried, with ease, nobody could have spotted me there. I regained composure and came back a little better.
And there were tea sessions with friends. The elevation made us feel on the top of the world. It was a beautiful view from there. And the terrace gave us enough space to run and talk, play around, click pretty pictures of the very picturesque site down, took crazy pictures of ourselves fooling around on the terrace, listened to Radio City, unwound.
Standing there sometimes, looking down into the bus bay, observing the mayhem before the buses left, and the silence after they were gone, and humming to myself – “kaarwaan guzar gaya, gubaar dekhte rahe..” for some unknown reason.
Months passed away without going there even once. And when I went there today, I relived my stint in this organization, all the happy times, and all the sad times, that made memories. I felt bad.. I felt good.. I felt nostalgic.