Sunday, June 5

Ready - Yes we are!

That Bollywood is a uniting force in India, second only to Cricket (or maybe the other way round), is a cliche we have all heard since AK Hangal cried - 'Itna sannata kyon hai bhai!' in Sholay. To hear it is something, to witness it, something else wonly!

So here I am, in faraway Jakarta, a place 99.9x% Indians would not even touch with a 10'' long pole. With no real hangouts in the city, I decided, what better than to catch a couple of Bollywood flicks in one of the malls (it must be noted that Jakarta spends it weekends in the malls...i.e. when they are not on the road bringing the city to a standstill even on weekends!).

Anyways, so I buy myself a seat in the Audi that is screening 'Ready', the latesht Sallu-starrer Dabangg-style comedy (What better way to classify a movie with songs like 'Character Dheela hai' and '12 mahine me 12 tareeke se tujhko pyaar dikhaunga mai'). I comfortably place myself on my seat, the first one in the hall (since I am the most vella person around). I had expected a handful of bored desis, stuck in this place, just like me to give me company. But by the time the hall was full there were about 150 people and lo and behold, 50% were of Asian origin (yeah, I know Indians are Asians too, but I use this term as is used as the politically correct term for Chinks).

The couple that sat next to me was a couple from Thailand - I eavesdropped :). I was not too sure of the movie myself - I would not have watched it had there been another option - and so I thought, what a waste of time and money for these Asians. But as the movie unfolded, so did my surprise! Firstly, the movie was indeed funny, without being gross and was appealing well to the Indians. The Asians in the house seemed to be loving every moment of it too. They laughed at the right time, understood every twist in the movie (not that there were too many). That was my moment of realization - Bollywood unites not just Indians but also non-Indians. And it was a great feeling!



Saturday, October 30

Full circle, not yet. Half circle, maybe!

October 19, 2008: No, it isn't my best birthday ever or my parents' 25th anniversary. What's so special about this date? Well, I just happened to stumble upon my blog and realized that was the last time I blogged. So, one would ask, why should anyone care?

It's amazing how things have changed. Once a Delhi boy, my coordinates are now diametrically opposite. A simple engineer became an IIM graduate. Got published. The Sales 'baccha' (as Rupal would call our breed) gave way to the high flying consultant. Friends and cousins got married. Had kids. Touchscreen phones became the new age diamonds. Farmville united the world. Hell, even Blogger changed!

I also realized that the avid writer and poet (me) stopped writing. Reason? The simple and straightforward explanation could be the IIM rigor that didn't afford me the luxury of penning down my musings. Bluntly put, that's a lie! The partial reason is that I've been a lazybum. The honest answer is that I had so much going on in my life that writing was like an emotional turmoil. I avoided my blog! More on that some other time.

Some things though, never change. The way brothers still fight over the TV remote, the way your friends still pull your leg, the way your parents still ask you daily if you have sufficient money, the way your sisters still send you those rakhis with handwritten letters, wherever you might be, Doordarshan, Madras coffee (even in New Jersey).

I read a quote recently: Mature, but don't grow up! Profound, I say. Reminds me of what a batch-mate of mine told me before graduating: I'll now stop Facebooking because of what my boss may think of me! Really! Is it bad to keep in touch with your friends? To me, this is the germination of getting de-socialized. Pray, why, would you give up the people with whom you spent the time of your life in order to become a 'successful' corporate monkey. Of course, you keep cribbing about how life sucks now.

That day, I took a stand. I'll not change - I'll put in that extra effort to be in touch with the people I love. Losing people hurts. Ask me. And it is not worth the dough anyways. You have but one life, live it your way. Do what you enjoy the most. I don't endorse being a rebel at work. No - give it your 100% or more, but don't isolate yourself. That's my goal. Times may change. I'll not :)

And while we are on the topic of change, this is my third Diwali away from home. I promise myself, this is the last. Hopefully, though, it should be awesome - I'll be in the city of dreams: New York :)