Archive for August, 2008

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Wall-E

August 29, 2008

It is simply Beeeeeeeeayyyyutiful :)

Wall-E is about a highly emotive and curious robot that falls in love :) . Other than his futuristic cockroach pet, he doesn’t have any company left, and then from outer space, along comes the love of his life, EVA. It is love at first sight and our stumbling little hero sets off on a hilariously adventurous journey to rescue and impress his love.

Only great artists can make you feel so much emotion without a single word being said in the first hour of the movie. The first class animation keeps you riveted to your chair, waiting to watch what happens next. Disney movies have this quality of getting sweet messages through to the audiences without making it look too good to be true.

Do go and watch this movie, and you will feel good the entire week :)

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What the martians go through

August 28, 2008

Quite a few things have triggered the writing of this post, and one of them is this line I read in Shantaram; A good man is as strong as the right woman needs him to be. How true. I have written quite a few posts on women and their issues, so I thought this one was due for the men ( :P ) I have gotten to know in my life.

I know the whole girl-guy thing is a big filmy cliche to most people. But as a college go-er, it is but my responsibility to write about it :P .  So here we go.

I wouldn’t call myself a tomboy, but you will find me with the guys rather than the girls during practicals and in the canteen. I wouldn’t say I am an agony aunt either, but it is true that I know about most of the things my brothers and friends go through. Ask a guy who his best friend is and he will probably not have and answer. If he does have an answer, it is more likely a girl. You see, the problem with these beings from Mars is, if they go to a fellow martian with their problems, they will probably get a Who are you kidding yaar, be a man! in reply. And this, even though the other guy can very well identify with the problems. It is true, that Dil Chahata Hai type friendships exist, and are very real. But at the age of 21 I am running out of friends who have not fallen in love. And all those who have opened their heart ( I don’t believe I wrote that!!!! :P ) to one female in particular know what I am talking about, that indeed, a guys best friend is a girl.

So getting back to the quote at the beginning of the post, let us try to answer this question: Is it true that society and life in general demands more emotional strength from the men?

First of all, emotional strength is a very abstract thing. There cannot be any comparison in reality… But still lets give it a try. I have seen how much tension a guy goes through when he is beginning or even ending a relationship. I have seen guys suffer under the pressure of living up to expectations that their families and sometimes they themself set for themselves. I have seen the kind of strength needed in a man who needs to set up a good life for not just himself, but for the family he wishes to have. These are only some of the things that every guy I know has to live with. Sometimes I wish I was a guy, for all the freedom they get, all the recklessness they get away with, all the questions they don’t have to answer. But then I wonder if i will have the strength to be one :)

So in general, I think I would say yes. Of course we women/girls have our own devils to deal with too. But I know one thing. A girls response to any obstacle would be to talk about it to someone. Thats all we need, to share it with someone. What the guys do, is try to find a solution. What we fail to account for here, is that in case of situations that need emotional strength, there is no Solution. So how they deal with it, I still don’t know. I will leave that for the guys who read this to answer. :)

P.S (1): While I am already praising guys so much let me add this:

Guys are definitely better drivers than gals. I don’t know what it is, maybe like my friend put it, Guys don’t think, they drive. Whatever the reason, there is definitelty some in-bulit sense that makes guys better drivers :)

P:S (2) : Gals don’t kill me for this post, just writing what I believe in, it doesn’t have to be a universal rule :P

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Yet another Tag :)

August 17, 2008

So I was tagged by Pinksocks. This one reminds me of the slam books that we filled up before leaving school. :)

I am: Tejasee

I think: too much for my own good :P

I know: that life balances itself out ( gyaan from the great tejasee :D )

I want: to have a doggie of my own

I have: all that I asked for :)

I wish: Life didn’t suck as much as it does sometimes ( I agree with you here pinksocks :) )

I hate: a lot of things. Refer to point number 7 of my first tag for further details :P

I miss: the time when i didnt think so much

I fear: letting loved ones down

I feel: lucky to have so much to be thankful for

I hear: rock and alternative

I smell: good….i guess.. :P

I crave: hot chocolate (right now)

I search: ….errr…..ummm….. I dont think I am searching for anything right now.

I wonder: how come I am not searching for anything :D

I regret: broken hearts

I love: dogs, chocolate, loved ones (obviously :P ), soup, juice

I ache: when I see what love puts people through. (filmy one, i know)

I care: for everyone who is close to me

I am not: mature, witty (quite a tubelight :D )

I believe: Refer to ‘I know’ :)

I dance: very badly :P

I sing: very well… ahem… holder of a diploma in Hindustani Classical music ;)

I cry: a lot!!!

I don’t always: like girl-talk ( I know nothing about various haircuts, heel-types and french manicures :P )

I fight: rarely

I write: any of the nutty junk that fills up my head :D

I can usually be found: hogging or reading

I need: loving and caring

I am happy about: having finished this tag without running out of patience :)

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Happy Independence Day!

August 15, 2008

Happy Independence Day!!

Definitions of Freedom may change and adapt according to present situations, but the basic feeling and essence of it remains the same.

Freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

Found this video on youtube. I am sure many of us have fond memories connected to this song :)

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In an ideal world

August 9, 2008

In an ideal world….

  • There would be no suffering
  • There would be no exams
  • Best friends would be next-door neighbors
  • There would be no heartbreaks, depression, tension, stress
  • There would be no poverty, illness, crime
  • There wouldn’t be an unborn child with a heart defect, and parents who want to abort it
  • There would be no politics, nuclear deals and terrorism

But are we ready for such a world?

If there is no suffering, what would we compare happiness to? If distance wouldn’t separate our loved ones from us, what value would we have for them. If there are no heartbreaks, there would be no friendships, no flirting, no laughs and winks, no attraction and adolescence would lose all of its tingling. :) No exams still seems like a good idea though :P and no terrorism too. But think of it…. I don’t want to live in an ideal world. I think these words from Shantaram explain it better..

“I think that we do not suffer anything in this life, if we are strong enough to deny it.”

“Is it not true that some of our strength comes from suffering? That suffering hardship makes us stronger? That those of us who have never known a real hardship, and true suffering, cannot have the same strength as others, who have suffered much? And if that is true, does that not mean that your argument is the same thing as saying that we have to be weak to suffer, and we have to suffer to be strong, so we have to be weak to be strong?”

“I would say that it is different for all of us, but that it happens when we grow up, when we mature and pass from the childishness of our youthful tears and become adults. I think that is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering.I think we grow up, and we learn that happiness is rare, that it passes quickly, we become disillusioned and hurt. Suffering, you see is a kind of anger. We rage against the unfairness, the injustice of our sad and sorry lot “