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And I looked away. But the visions were getting stronger, darker, as if each heartbeat was pumping a sinister thought, each face contorted with a grimace and a foresight of the end that was near. It was too close to breakaway, if at all that was an option. The faces, known and few unknown scowls creeping through half-covered veils, searing through my hopes and a will to – stay alive.
Then it dawned on me. I have already been affected. It was just a matter of time now to let go of whatever little sunshine I gathered through the years. Layer by layer, nerve by nerve the connections were being severed and with each limp breath I could sense the chill that was groping inside me, raring to engulf me in its entirety.
The visions were probably its way of welcoming me to the abyss.
So it was true. I was not hallucinating; I was delirious under the spell of high-octane morphine, on a surgery bed, waiting for the doctors to perform a procedure. That was three years ago.
What happens when the worldly-ties are broken? Does one hallucinate? What does one see? Or can one see at all?
Is it just one’s psychological projections or can one really feel the presence of a departed someone?
I would think yes, do we not feel the presence of our closed ones, on occasions we really need to be with them, even though they may be far away in another part of the world? Why should it make any difference for a loved one who has moved on from all earthly ties.
A bond remains as strong as we want it to be, and I believe, in the process, it assumes a life of its own, more often than not, having its own identity, irrespective of the state of the two hearts that forged it in the first place!
They key is to believe, have faith and nurture unfaltering trust.
Last evening was at the local cinema watching Talaash. Not path-breaking in terms of content (we have seen some rather intrigue-inspiring whodunits coming from Hindi Cinema of late- Kahaani ), but definitely it leads the way in terms of treatment , performances and atmosphere, after ages I could keep my eyes open on a latenight show and be at the edge of the seat. Even if that actually meant being completely floored by the angelic Kareena (you must be superhuman or rather inhuman if you can take your eyes off her in every single frame she appears) or the sublime Rani. Both the performances are extremely nuanced and complement Aamir at his melancholic best. My verdict, if that matters at all, this one is a must see J
So friends till we meet again, keep the faith.
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It’s great, really great to have people around you, who let you be what you truly are. No pretenses, no judgement, no opinions. Yes the rare species called true friends. A literal definition can never be enough for someone who sees you inside out, loves you for who you are and can tell you off yet be endearing.
Many, I trust, like me, mistake acquaintances to be friends and just friends to be true friends. Not necessary to categorise people in your life or being judgemental about them, just a selfish way of sorting out people who matter or don’t really matter in our lives. When the lines are blurred it causes heartache. You know, you trust someone with something and you hear it from someone else. That.
And yet, each one of us must have that special friend, just a mere thought of whom can brighten up a dull day. Just the kind of person you want to speak to, after a heartbreak or say, a ludicrous gossip you overheard. There may be more than one such special someone in your life or may be just one. And that, I believe what defines who you really are, or for lack of better words, what kind of a person you are. Again, not being judgemental, just saying.
I, for that matter, take immense pride in the fact that along my journey so far, have met such wonderful people, who have touched the deepest corners of my heart in ways more than one. Have made me the person I want to become and, well, just be there. For a true friend, no matter how long you have known him/her, how often you meet or speak remains just that- a true friend.
Here’s to you, yes I know you would understand, it’s you I am talking about. I love you, cross my heart.
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*Will try and translate in English, someday..
ଶୁଭେନ୍ଦୁ ମହାନ୍ତି
ଆଉ କେତେ ଦିନ ?
ଧୂସରିତ ତୁମ ମାୟାଜାଲେ
କବଳିତ କରି ମୋ ମନ କୁ ରଖିବ,
ଛଳନା ର ଢେଉ ଭଙ୍ଗା ସାଗର ବେଳା ରେ
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I have always been intrigued, as far as I can remember, since school days, about the magical experience called love. Goes without saying my formative years were shaped to a large extent by our illustrious movies…Not that I didn’t experience any path breaking love stories in my neighborhood I remember, vividly, how a school buddy was head over heels with a pretty girl, who happened to be my neighbor Guess, being in a Boys High school meant you are deprived of all things beautiful and the testosterone levels are constantly on a rampage!
Since those days I have been longing to live in the shoes of a man who has seen it all…a carefree life..love at first sight..dreams of a togetherness eternal..a heartbreak or two..moving on with a burdened heart.. Until one finds love again. Part of my journey has been testimony to the life I always dreamt of. And so besotted I have been with this wonderful but clichéd idea of love, that I had been writing , ever since I fell in love with love, about love, in its myriad manifestations..and its glorious journey through two hearts.
Watched the much awaited Jab Tak Hain Jaan this Diwali. Critics and plot-holes be damned, I fell in love with Samar, Akira and Meera. Whats wrong with a uber-sexy Meera sacrificing her love for his life? Sounds old-fashioned? My filmi instincts urged me, that’s the right thing to do. For one has to go through love, in all its glory, in order to share that precious journey. Keep hearing and reading too many nasty remarks about the movie and especially its leading actor (who incidentally I idolize, for his wit, humor suaveness and of course histrionics), but then the child in me fails to understand why one can’t see what I see? Love, in all its glory.
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