Connecting the parts

One fine evening, while sitting in front of the TV and surfing through the channels, I stopped at this one, with the last part of the movie in progress. A man(John Cussak)in a hotel room, gets up and walks upto a table where his bottle of drink is kept. He takes a sip. Then, takes out a handkerchief and inserts it half in the bottle. Lights up the part of the handkerchief hanging out of the bottle with a lighter. To my shock, he then, throws the bottle on the bed and puts the room on fire. He sits on the sofa and lights a cigarette for himself, waiting for his end. At the same time, his wife is struggling through the traffic to reach him. Fire alarms are on, fire brigade has reached the spot and is on its work. Luckily, the fire men are able to get the man out of the room. Cussak then whispers in the fire man's ear "That room is evil".

Nice ending of the movie. It was 1408. I didn't made an effort to watch the complete movie, though. Quite some time after that ( a gap of few months), I had been reading Stephen King's "On Writing", a brilliant book for the aspiring writers. Towards, the end of the book, King includes an excerpt from one of his stories. He describes a man walking into a hotel requesting for an overnight stay in room 1408 and has a meeting with the hotel's manager in his office. This part reminded me of that ending scene of the movie. It wasn't hard to conclude that the movie was based on this story by Stephen King.

After few days, I watched this movie "1408" from the beginning and curious to see the casting at the start of the movie that whether I am connecting the right parts, I saw "Based on a story by Stephen King". A very casual observation and connecting of bits but felt something accomplished. Although, I am not keen of watching haunted movies but this one was different from the usual. I won't categorize it as a "haunted movie" but a good suspenseful, enjoyable and engrossing piece of entertainment.

The usual trend is to first read the book and then watch the movie but since so far I had been right in connecting the parts, I would now read the story "1408". Hope to re-live the experience of the movie while reading it.

My True Day Dream

Have always thought about writing this incident of my life but never really executed my thoughts. Told about this to every second person whom I know. Some took great interest in it and made me repeat it again and again each time to a different set of audience. A point came when I lost all the enthusiasm in expressing this story and got a feeling that this story is losing its charm. I really would not want this to happen. So now I attempt to pen it down  hoping that it is as fresh as ever and creates the same atmosphere which I experienced.

I proudly call this my biggest achievement in life. As is said that if something is deeply desired then the whole universe conspires to make you get it. I actually experienced and lived this thought. My liking for Hrithik Roshan as a star and my desire to meet him has not been unknown to the people who know me even slightly. In my teen years not only I have collected his pictures from newspapers and magazines like every other fan but have even gone to the extent of  finding his postal address and writing him a letter, mentioning my phone number in it expecting a call from him. For the next two months (from the time when I wrote him the letter) I used to run at every ring of the landline phone at our home (as mobiles and social networking had not been that accessible by that time). Somewhere in my heart and in my mind I knew that I will meet him someday. I knew not how, when but I day dreamed to meet him.

So, it was a Saturday morning and I was casually flipping through the pages of Delhi Times. I came across an article which said that Hrithik along with his co-actors had been out on a road trip for promoting his latest movie (Zindagi Na Milegi Dobaara). The said road trip was to end in a mall in Gurgaon (NCR Region of Delhi) the next day. The article didn't mentioned the name of the mall where the cast of the movie was to arrive. Feeling just too excited and with great enthusiasm to grab this opportunity at any cost I called up the Delhi Times office to inquire about the mall where Hrithik was to arrive the next day. But it didn't worked out. I then called up my beau and my friends to use their resources and contacts. And it didn't took too long to get to know about the mall. Not only that, I even got to know the approximate timings when they were to arrive(somewhere around 6-7 in the evening).

The next step then was to call up my friends and make up a plan for the next day to go to that mall in the morning itself. As I didn't wanted to take any chances, I planned to reach the mall by afternoon. So, being on track we reached there by 1. We watched a 2 'o clock show of a movie that ended by 4. Now, we went to that area in the mall where the stage was set up for the performance of the cast of the movie.

There was still quite a lot if time for his arrival but the crowd had already started piling up in that area. I wanted to make sure that I grab the right place to stand where I can get the right view and may be a chance to shake hands with him. I was struggling my way to the front, just before the iron fence placed but it was but that spot seemed unreachable. With no room to move, me and my beau stood in the crowd patiently. Our other friends, not so interested in all this stage show drama, left from there and had a different plan altogether. Had it not been me even my beau would have moved on with them. But, hats off to his patience. Two hours passed by and we were still waiting. People now started becoming impatient. Few started leaving from there as well. A lady standing in front of me, now frustrated with all this hustle bustle decided to leave finally. And to some of my relief I got a chance to grab that once "unreachable spot".

The operations staff there had been facing a tough time dealing with the crowd, pushing them back every now and then (as with the weight of the crowd frontwards, the fence had been shifting ahead narrowing the path from where the star cast has to pass). One of the operations guy had been removing the tiniest of dust particles from the green carpet and the fence. The guards were now all in position.

The time was getting close and there were many hoax alarms of "woooooo........" from the crowd as it would be on their arrival. Now, the star cast actually arrived outside in their cars. They got down surrounded from all sides with their bodyguards. The shrieks form the crowd this time were not the hoax one. This shriek, when started never ended, it just went on and on. And I was very clearly able to make out that this is not a hoax one and they have actually arrived. I could not shriek. It was as if my tongue fell to my stomach. I extended my hand as further as I can with just one thing in my mind, to hold his hand.

I saw Kalki Koechlin pass by, just two inches away from me. Smiling and waving her hand to the crowd. Her cheeks as red as cherry. Then, Abhay Deol went by. My hand still extended and feeling the pain of grill thrusting into my chest.His coat brushed by my hand. Katrina Kaif passed by as swift as a lightning. One of the bodyguard encircled her with his arms forming a protective shield around her. Hrithik Roshan, I could see him now, walking just in front of me, with glares on his fawn colored eyes, wearing a black jacket. My hand still extended as far as I possibly could. As he came nearer and was walking by, I grabbed him or I thought I did. I was still not sure if it is his hand that I have grabbed or some bodyguards which surrounded him so closely. But he stopped there, he turned and he looked at me. I was now sure that I am holding his hand and I didn't left it. I was not smiling. I was completely expression less and I felt numb. I felt some heat. Actually, a lot of heat. As if my body is emitting heat. His bodyguards ruthlessly shouting, "haath chordo"(leave his hand) but I could'nt hear all this. He then kind of gestured towards me to leave his hand and let him move to the stage. I left it then. He turned and moved on. All the noise around then came alive for me which was till now silent to me. My beau ever so much more excited then me, amazed "You held his hand! Thats incredible." I smiled then, realizing that I am still alive and this was true. I lived my dream!!!!!!!!!!!!
  

Yes....Yes...Yes...Finally!!!

Yes...finally!! From the title of this post, it might seem like a guy proposed to me after a long wait and I said the life-changing word "yes". Well, this has happened to me three years back and am quite happy with this life-changing experience. As of now, this "yes" demonstrates that finally after a long long break, I am back to blogging. And it feels refreshing. Something like blogging is very much required for an extremely reserved personality like myself. I would rather share all my deepest grievances on the blog easily but would be thinking a thousand times before sharing it with a real person as doing that might give birth to numerous complicated consequences.

What kept me away from blogging is something still unknown to me. I would not blame it on the time shortage as it would not be appropriate to blame the innocent time for this. Its the same 24 hours for everyone. It might be the laziness or the extra work-load and extended working hours (can't ignore the fact that I am a workaholic) that keeps cropping up in me now and then trying to keep me away from the good things in life. Whatever it may be, let me try giving this a second shot and be sincere to blogging this time.

Not a very good start of the day today, as I lazily woke up and laying down in the early hours of morning I drifted back into some not so good memories but just brushed it away. Had an exchange of few harsh words with an attendant which brought out the emotions which I try so hard to hide. May be that is what pulled me back to blogging as I do not wish to share such a petty incident with anyone. So, all in all a positive outcome.

Feel like taking a short break now for an outing, for reading, for dancing and for life and make a smashing come back. It will be like this I am sure of that. All thanks to Robin Sharma, making today better than yesterday and leading life with brilliance.


Now, just hoping to keep up this association with "Ms. Blog loving reserved personality "and come up with many new posts.

Random Thoughts

Now, it has been a week since I scribbled my last blog. I really feel guilty each day I skip to blog. But even I fail to understand, what is it that makes my speed so slow that i couldn't find time to follow my passion. Blogging is like life, no matter if anybody even reads all the crap that I write as I hardly get any comments on this. Its like shouting on a deserted island, "hello!!!!!! Is anybody there?"

 But, whatever be the case, it still gives me a lot of pleasure to scribble down my thoughts. Its something which makes me feel so independent and proud.

The reason that I traced for being slow at times is that I think alot. I really have this habit of day dreaming and thinking about the past events. Every time when I am brushing my teeth in the morning, although I am hardly awake but my mind gets lost thinking about the previous day's events. Any happy incident that occurred would bring a smile on my face and anything unpleasant would make me depressed.

At any time, when I am alone, there would be millions of thoughts running through my mind and I guess its a proven scientific fact. But what makes a difference is how much attention do we pay to these thoughts which actually have an affect on our personality.

I am a soft spoken person and quite emotional. But I just hate getting senti. Its not a very strong personality trait and when someone tends to take an advantage of this so-called soft spoken and gentle nature, one feels betrayed and emotions together with those hurt feelings gives rise to aggression. That is the point when one tends to portray a hard and rude persona.

I had been experiencing somewhat similar feelings in the last few days but God seems to send someone just at the right moment when you need the most. The day before, I was in a mall walking away with these aggressive feelings running through me and almost deciding that the world doesn't deserves my softness and politeness when I heard someone calling from behind, "excuse me, excuse me". This was a young pretty lady dressed up in a pair of jeans and a smart top having neat and straightened hair. As i turned to her realizing she had been calling me and just guessing to myself that I must have dropped something while walking which she noticed. But to my surprise, she said, "Your attire is very nice.You're looking very pretty!! Where did you purchase it from?" For a moment I went into a shock, just unable to realize why is this pretty lady complimenting me when internally I am hurt the most and i thought, "Am I really looking so nice?". I gently answered her query then to which she again smiled and said, "You're looking very pretty." I said, "Thanks" still somewhat in a shock. I saw a reflection of mine in her.

For me, this was God's way of saying that no matter how people treat me, "I am special to someone" and if I portray to be rude I still wont be able to leave my roots which are made of sheer sweetness. A deep thanks to that pretty lady. I wish somehow she reads this.

Prince Charming...

There has been a time when I've dreamed about dancing with Hrithik Roshan. But I now realize that its not that dance with Hrithik that would make me happy but rather its the LOVE. The love which that special person(not Hrithik) feels for me. Its the magic he creates and the pain he takes to bring a smile on my face.

When he grabbed my hand for the first time I didn't resented it coz I felt safe and secure. When he pulled my cheek for the first time, I blushed. He kept looking at me all the time, admiring me and loving me and I just blushed. He's the strongest one as tough as a rock but he would go weak and on his knees just to win over me.

I remember the guilt I felt after my first fight with him. It comes naturally, u do tend to have complaints with the one you love most but you are unable to bear that for long. And the guilt after fight is actually helpful in reconciling again. And it happens even today.

He provides me the security of a father, the care of a mother, the understanding of a friend and unconditional love of a partner. He performs every role with due care and responsibility.

"Love deepens with every passing moment" is the tag line that best fits our relation and he puts in all the required effort and at times stretches himself beyond the limitations of time and money. There are uncountable situations where he has proven to be a perfect soul-mate and I am proud of that. Touchwood!!!!

As it would not be possible to collect all the water in all the oceans on earth and store it, similarly, it won't be possible to describe him and his qualities in words. I don't know if I am even worthy of this immense love and I hope God forgives me of all the temper tantrums which at times I throw at him. Te amo...!! 

Appreciation....

Why is it that we love appreciation so much and not the criticism? While the fact is that criticism makes us work much more harder that appreciation. More importantly, it is the impact on the confidence level that criticism/appreciation has which matters the most.

The salary being credited to our account wont bring that inner joy in us which a small piece of appreciation at work place could brings. We have such an appetite for appreciation. We are brought up in that manner. Remember the time when we used to jump with joy on getting a star by the teacher in our school copy. And then we tried to get mor and more of those stars.

Our hunger for appreciation increases as we grow up but the appreciation on the other hand starts decreasing. We are not pampered on becoming adults yet we just love being pampered.

However, appreciation would actually loose its value had criticism not been there. There should be a perfect balance of both. We should rather work on our critics more frequently to gather more of appreciation. Even the movie stars, while accepting an award do make it a point to thank their critics who helped them work on their weaknesses.

Rudeness....a virtue?

The other day I was in a restaurant where I observed a girl who came and joined her mother who had been waiting for the girl as she went to get some coupons. The girl  then narrated to her mother how she actually had to fight with the guy giving coupons over some misunderstanding and she even scolded that guy when finally she was able to get the coupons. The mother had a proud feeling and a smile on her face that her daughter had so skillfully dealt with the situation. I would have felt the same had I been at the mother's place.

"Its good to be bad". This is the most practically applied phrase these days. Its the joy and sense of achievement we feel when we dominate someone and get things done our way no matter how harsh we are on others. Its the results that matters.But I find it really hard to accept when nobody is actually bothered about one's feelings.

Being the youngest child in the family, one gets loved the most. One is pampered and kept safe from all the worldly evils. But why is it that at some point of time, one has to learn the art of rudeness? Why are the ones with a rough attitude admired the most. And I am no exception to that list of admirers who admire the rough dominant personalities. They do have an aura around them. Being that so, yet, I have a firm belief in the power of politeness.

The same words when given a slight bend of politeness could achieve wonders. I am being quite hypocritical here, as though I would love to learn the stern style of formal communication that actually saves you from being a victim yet I would want to win the world with politeness.And make this virtue regain its charm.