As these words from the movie Dor enter my ears first thing in the morning after a sleepless night, one can’t miss the striking resemblance.
One that talks of the so-called spirit of Mumbai(?)
One that talks of the so-called spirit of the destroyers of peace.
Yet another gruesome act to break the city where its people call themselves shockproof.
Are we really shockproof? Is the spirit of Mumbai still alive? As someone who has been in Mumbai all my life; as someone who’s parents have been born and brought up in Mumbai, haven’t I seen tons of other shocks rattle my city? Haven’t I seen how the city took everything in its stride and went about its usual business the following day as if nothing happened?
The answer is NO. No – for anything that is anti-peace. We don’t want any more shocks even though we try and sound brave when we claim that we are shock resilient. I don’t want to see my city in such a condition. The city which I call home. The city which flows in my blood, in the air that I breathe, in the life that I live. I want to reach out and help my home. And I don’t know how and what. All I do is cowardly sit and write a blog post.
A prayer for those who fought it out bravely and lost their lives in their bid to save my city.
A prayer for those who lost their lives and for those who have been injured for no fault of theirs.
A prayer for those who are still fighting bravely to save the the sanctity of Mumbai. And that includes the tons of brave journalists risking their lives and getting us news updates.
A prayer for those citizens and tourists still trapped in the mayhem – away from family.
Remember, when nothing else works. Faith does. Let’s come together and pray. Pray for Mumbai. It doesn’t matter if you are a citizen of Mumbai or not. It doesn’t matter if you have ever lived in Mumbai or not. All that it matters is your love for the city that millions of us feel for so strongly.
Fuhaarein
Baucharein
Nazaare
chura lo na
Kuch boondein
chura lo na
Thaki si zindagi se
ruki si zindagi se
kuch lamhe chura lo na
Kuch yaadein
kuch sapne apne chura lo na
Thaki si zindagi se
ruki si zindagi se
raftaar chura lo na…
Thats the Limca Fresh ho Jao commercial.
An O & M baby, it features Sushma Reddy and Niketan Madhok. Composed by R. Anandh. Sung by Caralisa Monteiro (remember Phir Dekhiye from Rock On)
The advertisement had a certain feel-good factor which drags you into its mood no matter what. The simple lyrics pep you up completely. Try listening to it and/or watching the video first thing in the morning – and you’ll understand its magic.
Truly refreshing!
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19 February 2009 – Edited to Add: Will add the full version soon!
BA to a random friend: Hows your girlfriend? Same one or changed again?!
Hohoho! Okay PA, just shut up. Done
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Saw Dostana. Finally. Missed the first 15 minutes. Fun movie. I was literally dancing in my seat during ‘Jaane Kyun… I’ll be alright’ and ‘Maa da laadla’. Priyanka looks nice. Her sindhi maasi is fun too. Abhishek gets all the meaty dialogues leaving hardly anything for John in the second half. John should have been given more dialogues. Boman was good. I am still unable to understand why they had to shove Bobby Deol and his son down our throats?! What made Priyanka leave the oh-so-delectable-John and settle for a much-married-and-with-a-kid Bobby Deol???!!!
Worth every bit of time and money – only because of the oh-so-delectable-John. I am still swooning
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Oh! I haven’t done a tag in a really long time! *makes a super sad face*
Had an Orange Ice Candy after a long time. There’s nothing more magical than eating one when having a bad cold.
On that note, I just realized that I haven’t had a Gola in a really long time! A really really long time! Many years… Shoot me! Yes, I deserve that. Enough of drama. But I guess, its the hygiene factor that comes between me and the gola.
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Its time to cultivate a new hobby or polish an old one. What? Which? Where? Don’t know. Period. Any suggestions?
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This Karma Chapter keeps coming back every now and them. I sure seem to have done truck loads of misdeeds in my previous birth and maybe this birth too! Seeing the truck loads of problems that I am neck deep into. Somehow reminds me of this rhyme – Gol gol paani, kitna kitna paani (Substitute paani with problem). Apt. Very much.
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Its November. December is just around the corner. But the weather is as good as April. I am sure we used to have a season called ‘Winter’ some years ago!
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Have started listening to radio yet again after a gap of some ten years. Have never been a fan of these numerous radio channels. Ten years ago while in college I used to listen only to this RJ by the name Fali on the old FM channel – I don’t know whether he still exists. He used to only play Mush.
Now I am off mush. Totally. I guess.
These days its just Jeeturaaj on Radio Mirchi that I listen to in the morning. And he doesn’t really play much mush. So I am fine with that.
Okay readers, so now don’t start throwing brickbats knowing the amount of mush that comes out of the ‘Song on my mind’ series. Sometimes it is better to be off it totally.
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Can I just pick up Bombay and place in some cold city for a few days? Puhleeze
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What song should I leave you with today? Ummm… My fav: Ay Hairathe – Guru
A bit shaken. A bit more, I guess. But that’s life. It has a strange way to teach you things that otherwise you wouldn’t have known. Numbness engulfs you leaving you with a feeling that the soul inside you is all set to leave even though you know that it just would not give up on you although you think otherwise. Guess, that wouldn’t make sense to many.
Okay, so the blog survives even after getting a bad slap from me!
The Duh that I am, I actually put up a sad post, knowing that this space is not meant for it. Why spoil other’s day when I am at my saddest best! Not done.
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There have been emails and comments to check on my well being and telling me to fight it out… I am deeply overwhelmed. A heartfelt Thank you
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A few words:
Just before a beautiful dawn, the night is at it’s darkest best.
The true caliber of a man is known not when he is most happy, but when he is most violent.
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The music of Yuvraaj or Yuvvraaaj or whatever – sucks! Except the song ‘Tu hi to meri dost hai’. Sounds like a ‘Mills and Boons’ number! But certainly not a classic. Might just survive for a few months and die a natural death. Me and my stupid comparisons! Well, that was the first thought that came to my mind when I heard it. The other songs are plain mediocre.
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Gmail is up with a new look. In fact, they have a whole lot of snazzy themes to chose from. I somehow prefer the plain look. It’s easy on the eye.
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Yet to watch Dostana and Fashion. Saw Roadside Romeo around Diwali. Fun movie!
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Rahul Mahajan is out of the Bigg Boss house. Haven’t seen the show for more than a couple of days. The green faced monster is out! Ha! The race for the title… Zulfi might just win. My guess.
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What song should I leave you with? Take your pick. I like all of these
Fields of gold – Sting/ Maa da ladla – Dostana/ Main talli ho gayi – Some movie/ Tu saala kaam se gaya – Golmaal returns/ Desi Girl – Dostana/ Someday – MLTR/ Kaisi hai yeh rut – Dil Chahta hai
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Okay so till I write again, be good, be nice, stay happy. And think less. Sometimes that helps. Just sometimes.
People don’t change when you tell them to change, they change when they realize that they should change.
In life, MANY people help you when it suits THEM; BUT very FEW help when it suits U. Make the FEW and… BE the FEW to the MANY.
You aren’t wealthy until you have something money can’t buy !
Appreciation is a precious, expensive gift. Give it freely. It’s free!
A leaf that falls from a tree goes wherever the wind takes it. Be the wind to drive others, not the leaf to be driven by others.
You move now, from temperature controlled homes to temperature controlled vehicles to temperature controlled work places… and still cannot control the temperature of the mind ! It still remains dissatisfied.
We create our own world with our own thoughts, thus we make our own heaven and our own hell!
Sometimes the meaning and purpose to life can be influenced by one with whom you may never have personal connection.
Men are nothing but idiots. No matter how much I try to convince myself that they are not, they end up being their true selves i.e. Idiots. Don’t take it personally. I know it is a bad generalization.
The art of cooking is still given a lot of importance (!)
No matter how liberated the society gets, it doesn’t really percolate much into the heads of people. Men still want elaborate wedding with tons of unwanted relatives being feeded all at the expense of the bride’s/bride’s parents’ expense. My question – why have such tamasha in the first place?
Being from a top B-School is sometimes not really a boon. People tend to consider you as a lottery ticket. Bull shit. A monthly dowry system which can help pay the home loan and car loan and what not EMI!
Men talk about liberation, equal rights to women and what not. And at the same time ‘expect’ that she happily do all the cooking and household chores, work full time in a high paying job, come home on time, and at the end of the day happily make love whether she is in a mood or not.
So, tell me, your experiences if any? Or anything about such creeps that you may have heard via your friends and family.
P.S. – To all the male readers, do not take this post offensively. I do not wish to hurt your sentiments. I do know that all men are not like that. Many are good too in the true sense of the word. I am sure even you may have had an encounter with ‘wicked’ women! Okay so lets make this a bit interesting for you too – You could tell about your funny experiences.
The song is simply addictive. I am completely obsessed with it right now. And it has earned a permanent place in Hot-Favs. It has a nice feel-good factor associated with it
If you haven’t heard it as yet, you are missing something in life. Get hold of it now!
Okay, so if you still don’t know which song I am talking about, go to Cooltoad or pksongs or whichever site and search for ‘Jaane Kyun’ from ‘Dostana’. It is a KJo movie.
And as I listen to this song on repeat, I thank God for the beautiful people he has given me to make my life worth living. They are the sanity in my insane life. They are the insanity in my sane life.
Listen to the song right now and leave a nice comment and tell me whether you like it or not and who was the first person who came to your mind when you heard this song. It could be more than one person – sibling/parents/friends/children/special one/anyone.
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