There are times, when you wish random people around you would shut the hell up about their petty problems. Out on the roads, whilst travelling; the only thing on your mind? "Who the hell invented mobile phones?!"

Then, there are times, when you wish that people close to you would talk to you more, give you more of their attention, give you more time. But as logical, as natural a thing that may seem to be, it's apparently not what's happening. I'd like to quote a song here, told to me by one of my good friends - What hurts the most, is being so close, having so much to say, and watching you walk away..

There are times, when you wish random people around you would shut the hell up about their petty problems. Out on the roads, whilst travelling; the only thing on your mind? "Who the hell invented mobile phones?!"

Then, there are times, when you wish that people close to you would talk to you more, give you more of their attention, give you more time. But as logical, as natural a thing that may seem to be, it's apparently not what's happening. I'd like to quote a song here, told to me by one of my good friends - What hurts the most, is being so close, and watching you walk away..

Harry Potter - A Grand Finale

Today was the day. Today was the day I was going to see the last movie of the Harry Potter series. I woke up, over excited about it. I even dreamt of parts of the story in my head. Obsessed? Always!

I had thrown a tantrum at home (sorry, Dad.) for booking the tickets as soon as I could. After a bit of research, I finally decided on a cinema hall nearby, but only I knew I'd be seeing it royally. The first day seemed to have gone well. Most people I knew had seen it, and I had got positive reviews from whoever (fans at least half as crazy about the series as me) told me about it. That was a first for the movies!

I walked into the cinema hall, terribly impatient for the doors to open.

When they did, I first went to the seats. A surprise for Dad and my sister, for they had not expected those seats. Armchairs, with a wonderful place to rest legs and recline our backs. Oh boy, were they happy! :)

The movie began, and the occasional latecomers blocking our view (I learnt that my sister can swear.) was cursed heavily by two innocent looking girls sitting on the last row. After those people (finally) settled, the only sounds heard in the hall were people breathing, and an occasional SMS tone.

The Interval. My sister looks at my watch and says - What? Already?!

What a second half! People laughing, hooting, feeling emotional. The many people shocked to discover the Prince's tale, and the fantastic picturesqueness of the duel, and the ending with the entire audience applauding and whistling, to a grand finale to what had captured our minds and hearts ten years ago.

My experience? It was wonderful.

I saw the movie with the people I love, who'd ask me for little clarifications. Royal seats, a tub of popcorn and some cola to sip on. Moments in the movie reminded me of other friends, with whom I'd discussed and shared my love for the series.

My summary? A few lines.

Harry Potter may have been the "hero". Daniel Radcliffe and Ralph Fiennes may have played the historical characters. But the true show for me, was stolen by Alan Rickman (Severus Snape) and Maggie Smith (Prof. McGonagall), who, with their brilliant timing and depth to the characters, completely had my eyes looking only at them on the screen.

If you haven't seen it yet, make sure you do. Because we know, love him, or hate him, nobody has been able to ignore the poplarity of Harry Potter, and he has affected you. Bid him farewell and look for something else to (finally) obsess over. :)

Three Minutes

I stepped out a while back, to get myself something to eat. As I walked along the road, to the near by shop, I was only thinking about what I was gonna get. As I finally bought it, the events of a long day were playing like a movie in my head.

But as I started walking towards home, I opened my eyes and my thoughts to the world outside, and I realised - what I think, or what I feel, doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.

A nearby school had just left, a little kid came by, and asked the fellow at the shop, "Uncle, yeh vada pav kitne ka hai?" The guy said that it costed seven bucks, and the child quietly walked away. It was so unnerving, so touching and the same time a little sad. Ever thought that it costed 7 bucks, and probably more elsewhere, before buying a vada pav?

A big crowd of ladies had gathered, discussing recipes and husbands, as they waited for their children's school buses. All of them worried over what they were going to cook for dinner, and how they felt less loved by their families, but never letting that show on their faces. It had been a while since I had seen that.

I continued walking back, and the mouth-watering smell of warm sweet corn being roasted on the coal wafted out. People of all ages enjoyed bhutta in this weather.

A lady walking beside me was scolding what looked like an 8 year old kid, about losing his water bottle, and yet, carrying his heavy school bag on her shoulder, as he looked down guiltily.

Auto drivers and two-wheeler riders cursed in their heads, as the chattering pedestrians blocked more than half the road.

In the midst of all this, a girl - going to get junk food to feel better, simply because she wanted to get over being alone, and was terribly missing her parents - walks home quietly, lost in her thoughts, just wanting to sleep.

Sometimes, I just wish I had a magic wand, if only it served one purpose - to change my mood.

I promise, I wouldn't misuse it. I would use it only when the situation demanded that I feel in a particular way, and I felt the exact opposite.

All you want to be is happy, but you can never bring yourself to do that. How often does this happen?

Or conversely - You know the situation is serious, or requires that you be sober, but you can absolutely not help giggling away?

There is a strange sense of detachment, a strange sense of alone-ness, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

But, when I'm around people, I want to be alone. When I'm alone, I really feel the need to have somebody around me.

Well, we all pray to God, that this mood goes away enough for me to write a cheerful post the next time.

Till then, enjoy the beautiful rains and the cool weather. :)

Feel Good Movies

Are feel good movies over-rated? Sometimes, I agree.

But sometimes, they can cheer you up infinitely!

So, which movie did I see? Yes, yes. I'm coming to that. That's precisely why I'm even writing a post on this. I had heard a lot of good stuff about this movie, but I don't know why I didn't see it when it came out. The brilliant movie in question is - Patiala House.

Yes, the Akshay Kumar-Anushka Sharma movie. Yes, the one on cricket. :P

So yeah, I was feeling a little blue. Talking didn't seem to help, and everybody around seemed busy. So here I was, waking up to a dull morning, thinking - "Another long day to pass".

Woke up, did a lot of timepass. Then switched on the TV, and remembered that I wanted to watch this movie.

I was a little late, but what the heck!

The movie is simple, with a predictable story line. Akshay gets to re-live his dream of playing international cricket, but his father is against him playing for England, where they live. So with the help of friends and relatives, he sneaks around and plays and gets discovered.

I saw it, complete with the cheering, eyes getting slightly moist at the senti scenes and dancing to a couple of groovy numbers.

What I loved about this movie was the work. Rishi Kapoor steals the show all the way. The other actors are not that bad either. The last scene though, is the best.

I went from a " :| " to " :D ", singing whatever Punjabi lyrics I thought I understood, and getting mom-dad interested in it too.

So, thanks to the makers of this movie. Your movie really cheered me up!

The Lady

Tall she stood, magnificent in her beauty,

As she watched over the hustle around her manor.

Pride was reflected in her eyes

As she felt the power, to change it.

A widow she was, from six summers past.

Alone, she was left to care for two and more,

As the affairs of men, had fallen into her hands

Along with running the household.

A simple girl she had been,

Unknown to the matters of the world.

'You will marry him', her father had said,

And sealed her fate forever more.

With a heritage left, but nothing to sustain,

She chose to lodge a boarder.

The Abott, with his wisdom,

Asked her to take in a man and his daughter.

She was lost, in the manner of his charms,

The way his eyes allured her.

Thus, on an afternoon warm

He was seen leaving her chamber.

'Mother', said her young boy, one day,

'I will teach the daughter to play the lute'.

In the lonely barns, on a summer's eve

A sin was witnessed by the eyes of sheep.

As they burned in their desire,

They did not see what followed

A lamp, thought to be extinguished

Burned all in the barn to ground.

'Mother', said the other boy, some days later,

'I will march for the King, as my father did'.

Never again did she set her eyes on him

As he was lost to the royal command.

'My lady', said the Lodger, as he caressed her neck,

'I fear my death too.

For I have betrayed the Kingdom,

Not realising, it would also mean I betrayed you'.

Loss and loss, every moment seemed to bring;

Her heart grew restless more so.

The treachery, now discovered,

Found now even, her third man now gone.

That left in her despair,

She was truly alone.

She banished the lot that served her for years,

As she burned herself to a frightening death.

(The main character and the plot, is loosely based on Lady Kathryn from the novel, The Illuminator, written by Brenda Rickman Vantrease.)