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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Memoirs of a Geisha

She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for Geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret

Watched the movie and I loved it...And one thing is for sure...if I don't get to read the book...I won't rest in peace ...

How does it feel to be the most desired woman of the land..n yet not have the right to desire the man she chooses?
How does it feel to have wanted only one thing in life truly..n try to accept the fact that ur wish can never be fulfilled..??
To know a mere glance can make a wayfarer forget his way...n yet... to know u can never choose ur own path..

U can't decide ur destiny..coz u have no choice...

Ask a nine-year-old named Chiyo from a fishing village who is sold to a geisha house in Kyoto's Gion district ..who grows to be a legendary Giesha named Sayuri..she fetches 15,000 Yen from her patron..the highest bid in Geisha history..

Schooled in the artistic and social skills a geisha must master in order to survive in her society,she is blessed with the beauty of expression which can melt the heart of even the most resistant man ...

(Trivia:The movie has been nominated for 6 Oscars)

Saturday, February 11, 2006

The wackiest things

It was not until someone called me “wacky” after a long time that I thought to myself "How whacky am I?”
A few instances popped instantly to my mind and I think I have grown up enough to confess them…
I am not immoral but someone whom I would call amoral coz some restrictions don’t make any sense to me…

Anyways before I plunge into a deep reverie and begin sounding like some criminal..
I’d like to share a few light moments of my not so long life..
Which I think can be categorized as “wacky” or “crazy’

#1 I was in sector 18 ,as usual..freaking out with my friends..fortunately/unfortunately armed with a camera(had come to get a roll washed )
a few shots remaining..I was desperate to make the best use of them

It was when Raddison,Noida was under construction..
Two snake charmers were moving around with a python n I dunno why…but I thought..the only thing I want in life right now(typical me) is to wrap that creepy thing around my my life depended on it
n a get a pic clicked..

I paid those people handsomely..lest that snake should faint(lol)
N asked them to help me get adorned by that reptile..
The python was strong…
A couple of passer bys stopped and gaped at me..n I thought..”Poor creatures..wish they tried out the’s so thrilling”
After the photo session the snake turned a bit moody n refused to uncoil itself
The more those snake charmers tried to unwind it..the tighter it wound itself around my neck..until I choked myself n felt it’ll wring my neck n probably this is going to be the last snap of my life..
I wondered if my parents would put it in a frame if I died..
N honestly I can say..for once in my life..I was scared
I gestured those idiots to stop pulling the python from both ends n let it have its way..
It soon relaxed and I felt a gush of fresh air filling my lungs again…
Aah..a narrow escape

Mom freaked out when I emailed that pic to my parents…Dad I guess was proud. Coz all he said was”That’s like my gal”

#2 I don't fag for a stupid darkens lips!!!
But once I shared a bidi with a blue collared woman who worked in my hostel...
She taught me how to cup ur hands to take a kashh
Somehow was the most liberating experience of my life..
I found all social barriers vanish..n her to be just another human being...

#3 This is what I call juvenile deliquescence.
We were a close-knit group of six females..prurient and curious.
Three of us stole an essential commodity from Store 18 which usually comes in a pack of 3 and the rest of us met in my hostel room(yeah u guessed it right-the HeadQuarters)
The first one was blown like a balloon,the 2nd filled with water and pichkao-ed and the 3rd was thrown in front of the warden's room :D
Now that I am safely out of the bounds of campus..I can confess who helped the warden set a world record in Screaming the following morning...

Btw u can pluck my teeth one by one..or pull my nails..or skin me alive (or try any other medieval form of torture...) I am not going to name the other partners in crime...LOL


Friday, February 10, 2006

Eerie Replay

The headlines arrested my attention...and I was soon reading a cursory glance by the print media which needed to fill its columns...
It was a tale of a young ,beautiful woman who had committed suicide by hanging herself from the ceiling fan of her Juhu apartment..leaving behind a two-page suicide note,saying she couldn't cope with life's pressures.
All the elements of romance included..she even had a loving boyfriend about whom she wrote
"I'm sorry ,Bhanu.I 'm paying for my sins.You're the most beautiful person in my life.You taught me the true meaning of love"

Yes,I am talking of Kuljeet Randhawa-the female lead in teleserials "Kohinoor' and "Special Squad"..who was awaiting the release of her first Bollywood film.
Having featured in a host of commercials for Whirlpool,Maruti and Reid & Taylor etc...a wannabe might think what could have made her take such a foolish/bold/(n a plethora of other adjectives to suit one's tastes/inclination) move when her career was going great guns.

We read.We muse over for a while..n we forget..

and another story another day...another headline..makes us think for a while

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste it's sweetness on the desert air

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

What cures me..

I hate doctors..and medications..
My general physician Dr.Meenakshi Jain of Max Noida had given up on me long back..coz she knows I won't show my face until I am really ill..

For the past few days I was taking rather pride in the fact that I am having fever n still fooling about...n giving those viruses a permanent abode

But not for too long..
someone came over to visit me n insisted I get a check up done..
Hospitals n nursing homes have a very depressing matter how cheerful the staff is..the other patients always make u gloomy...

Now when Tanu di insisted I go along with her to a doc near by..she said..I needn't bother about it..the uncle is so sweet..unhe dekhtey hi tumhara bukhaar bhaag jayega..
That was promising..

Somehow I relented..
And I will never repent I did so..
He was the sweetest doc I have ever seen in my less a doc n so much more a human..

Obviously the first thing was to check my tempt..which he found to be a little more than 102 I felt ill...shittt!!!
n then he asked how long had I been running a tempt..I had to tell him..umm..a couple of days maybe..(maybe more ..fingers crossed..lying)
He suggested an injection wud ensure a quicker recovery..
first I thought he is kidding..but then I realised he is serious..!!

Ouch !! I hate needles!!! Mummy..Piercing is ok..but injections!! NO!

But the kindly man hardly made me realise I am ill...n so did his wife..who kept talking to me all the while

I soon found myself laughing at his jokes n n his theth Punjabi(which I found very endearing)

Fortunately,it was their son's bday n I got an extra treat of my fav laddoos...after those goodies aunties had already stuffed me with..
It was fun..just like visiting ur fav aunt/uncle n getting pampered...n his "Oye puttar..tu jaldi theek ho jayegi .." really worked..
I soon found myself laughing...

Seriously it's not only the medicines that work..Love has a strange healing power...