A Generation Awakens...

This is the tagline of the movie Rang De Basanti. I can most definetly say it is one of the BEST movies I've seen oflate. The screenplay, the storyline, the starcast(its amazing to see how each of them go into the character so well), songs, so much and more.
I really liked the way they have connected the freedom fight to today's corruption. Our freedom fighters were fighting against the Britishers whereas today we have come to a stage where we need to fight against our own corrupt politicians.
The gradual change of fun loving brats into a bunch of responsible individuals is shown very neatly.



The dialogue of Atul kulkarni on sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamare dil mein hein can really leave you with goosebumps.

The Jallianwala Bagh massacre will make your eyes go wet :(.

The way maddy proposes.. er.... (okey, go find out)... is damn cute :P

The smile of Maddy, the look of Sidharth and the chiseled face of Kunal kapoor can just leave you with just one word 'WOW'!

The Phirang female Sue is a real eye Candy ;-)

The dialogues of last scene where...er....okey, Let me not reveal the story of the movie and spoil the fun for people who are planning to watch it. But DO WATCH IT, its really a good one :)

I really donno if the movie can awaken a generation, but it'll definetely make people THINK.

Kodagina Bedagi's...

This new year really brought new surprises to me. First was the parasailing experience, then was the Prize what we got for winning a quiz in office. We won a second place and the prize was a KSTDC package tour for coorg :D
Three musketeers...
Two days...
One Mission... "Fun"...









The Tibetian Monastry...










View From Talakaveri...













We showed some mercy on the elephants in Dubare Forest by deciding not to go in elephant-safari and stayed back to play in water for almost 2 hours \:d/ ...













If I complete my post without mentioning about TWO important things, then my soul will definetly not rest in peace.

- All three of us are bigtime foooooooooooooodies :D. We had packed enough and more chakli, kodbale, Haldiram-samosa, Lays (some 4 flavours), Kurkure for 2 days. We just had them when we got bored in between our Biryani's, Fried rice, Idly-vada's and Poori's you see ;-). In Sanskrit they say Sarva Roga Nivarini which means curer of all ailments, and we used FOOD for that purpose. Headache? 'eat something, everything will be fine', Stomach ache? Mebbe you dint have food properly... And as Newton's third law goes, every action has equal and opposite reaction, so, this had to happen....at the end of the 2nd day, one of my frns badly needed a BREAK (;-)) from this. and that was when our theory of Sarva-Roga-Nivarini proved wrong :( (Ha Ha Ha, all 3 of us couldnt stop stop laughing after that :)))

- Second one is something about our interesting(!!!) tour GUIDE. He just took us back in time when we were in school where our Class teacher is standing and giving us instructions. Guys, see that place- 5 min time, go for susu-10 min time, have lunch-20 min time, Look to your right, Look to your left... sigh!
Sheesh, what a nerd he was :-B
Some of his QUOTES (:-O)

Welcome to Khey-Yes-Thi-Dhi-See...
KSTDC!!!
*giggles*
(that was the first statement we heard from him and we got to know his Ishtyle ;-)

phasht phasht breakphasht
(he gave only 31 seconds for that, can you believe?? huh!)

Welcome to coorg, the main community in coorg is Coorgies
(grrrrrrrrrrrr, wt the........arggggggggggghhhhh)

look to your right, there is a beautiful view
(*grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*)
(after another 10 mins, )
look (*man!!!!!!!!!!!!, dont tell me*) to your left, there is a beautiful view
(ROTFL, Literally)

Look at the beautiful ladies... they've worn special sarees... that is the traditional way of Coorgi females
(*saleko zaroor maar padega*)

Lets have a break for 5 minutes and its only for ladies.... we are not going to stop anywhere else, its specially for ladies to go to toilets... No coffee/Tea, only Toilets...
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(man, wt was he upto!!!)

Atlast when we reached back to bangalore, our dude takes the mike again and starts...

Thank you for choosing Khey-Yes-Thi-Dhi-See... Happy Journey (*haaaaaaaaaaaan?????*)... er.... Happy Journey for all your future journys...
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PS: Kodagina Bedagis translate to "Coorg Beauties"
Kodagu was the old name of Coorg and Bedagi in kannada means Beauty :)

Dreams... hopes... possessiveness...

Beach...
WOW! It brings so many sweet thoughts in mind... long beach walks, playing in water, running in the sand, sitting on the shore talking to the nature, making sand castles.... ya...... Making sand castles is one of my favourite things to do...

You make the castle with utmost care...

It builds up into something which you wanted it to be...

It may not be looking good/making sense for people around you, but how should it matter?
Its your Masterpiece :)
and when someone tries to destroy it, why does it hurt so much?

It was from nowhere, If it gets destroyed, I can always create a new one... I have an ocean full of sand... I can always start afresh... Is it just that i'm Scared? Scared of what? Half an hour back there was nothing there..., Why do I get possessive about something which was never mine and feel bad when I get a sense of loosing it??? After I walk out from here, I know my castle is gonna break either by someone stamping on it or by a rattling wave...
Is it the dream which is getting shattered? Is it the hope that my castle will prevail for long? or is it just the possessiveness?
Sigh!

hmmph!!!...

Calvin Uvacha...

At night, My mind does not much care...
If what it thinks is here or there...
It tells me stories it invents and makes up things that don't make sense...
I don't know why it does this stuff...
The real world seems quite weird enough...

The Last Leaf…

RANGA SHANKARA is holding a theatre festival called Ranga-Shankrathi as a part of their New Year and Pongal celebrations. I’d heard a lot about this theatre but this is the first time I went there. Myself and a friend of mine somehow managed to creep into the theatre by 7.20 as we knew they’d close the doors by 7.30 and won’t let anyone in after that. I’d never seen a theatre so well organized, the strict timings, the neat seating arrangements, making people switch off their cell phones and all that.
I went there for a play called Last Leaf, a story by O’ Henry.

The Story revolves around 3 main characters, Johnsy, Sue and Berman. Johnsy and Sue were friends and were living in the same house. They had similar interests in art and had a studio for themselves. Mr Berman is an old painter who used to live in the ground floor of the same building. He is a big boozard and always talks about some masterpiece which he is intending to do.

In the cold winter of November, Johnsy is attacked with Pneumonia and it gets so severe that the doctor tells Sue about the chances of Johnsy’s survival are one in ten and that one chance is her want-to-live. When Sue gets back to the room, she finds Johnsy counting something looking at the window. When Sue asks her as to what she was doing, Johnsy replies telling she is counting the leaves in the Ivy vine on the brick wall outside the window and she is sure she’d die by the time the last leaf falls from the vine. Sue gets very irritated to hear this but feels very helpless at the state of her dear friend on whom even the doctors had lost hope.

Sue comes to Mr Berman's house to ask him to pose for some of her painting which she was supposed to do for an advertising agency. She finds Berman stinking strongly with his gin, and one corner lay his white canvas which is waiting since years to receive his masterpiece. Berman learns from Sue about Johnsy’s pneumonia and the story of her last leaf of the Ivy vine and laughs at it. That night, Sue makes Berman pose like a hermit for her painting but finds the gusting wind and a fierceful rain which makes Berman head back home.

The next day Johnsy wakes up with a sure thought that the last leaf in the vine would have fallen coz of the rain which had poured all night, but for her surprise finds it clinging to its vine strongly. The same story repeats for another two days and Johnsy starts sensing that something has made the last leaf stay strong at its stem, which may be giving her a message that she was wrong looking forward to die. And this sudden realization, the want to live, makes her overcome her fears and she starts recovering from her disease.

The next day, they learn that Mr Berman died out of Pneumonia. He was found with a lantern, a ladder, some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it. The reason for the last leaf seen from the window, which was unshaken by the winds and was never fluttered by the rain was coz, it was a painting of Berman, his Masterpiece, which he painted the night when the last leaf fell…

The story was so very touching… I was almost into tears when I heard the last dialogue telling it’s the masterpiece of Berman… through out the play there was a song telling ‘Life is to Love, Life is to Live…’
How very true it is, Most of the times we are trying to be Johnsys just fearing about the last leafs, we often forget to LOVE the LIFE, being bermans is quite not possible for everyone, but atleast we can LIVE our life by not just waiting for that Last Leaf…

O Henry….^:)^

Ek choti si love story.... Errrrr... okey...can say so ;-)

I’ve done my complete schooling in Namma Bangalore :D…. And there are lots of lovely memories attached to my childhood…. Go to school in the morning, fight with few guys, boss around with a few of them, go home, play Lagori, Ice spice (I SPY/Hide and Seek), go back home after some nth warning from amma, and do the homework for the heck of it…and have a sound sleep…one whole day is over…
Such a simple life it was….
And I was one dumbo of nth order when it came to all the mushy mushy things… when I was in 7th standard, there was one guy in my class…and when I remember him now, he actually looked so cute, but that time, I probably dint know the meaning of the word cute, or rather dint know I could associate it to people around me…:-… and this guy comes one day out of the blue and…
He: Hi khushi,
Me: Hi,
He: actually…. Er….. I love you…
Me: haaan? *eye brows raised, mouth making an O, whole body shivering*
He: ya....... please say YES… *with a tensed look*,
Me: haan? I’ll go complain saroja mam :(( *starts weeping*….
He: ...Er……… its ok……. Leave it……. Sorry…… Sorry... dont tell mam.....
and he ran away...
he dint even lift his head in front of me after that... and I was feeling really great for doing something like that :->

Huhahahahahha….. that guy would have got a real shock of his life…. what to do, that was the first time someone had come and spoken to me like that and mebbe it was the first time he was proposing someone, but the response he got, he he, I don’t think he could have ever imagined that…. And definitely I think he’ll be remembering this and cursing me all through his life… his first proposal.... sigh!!!
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