Sunday, September 22, 2013

Movie review: The Lunchbox

Can you fall in love with someone you have never met? – this is the question that pulled me into the movie theatre to watch The Lunchbox. But I soon realised how the question did not matter in the movie. The movie was not about falling in love despite the blind distance. It was about companionship, about finding someone you can talk to without thinking, about having someone you can share your deepest thoughts that come to you when you talk to them. In the middle of the movie somewhere, Irrfan Khan, aka Saajan Fernandes, says “We forget things if we have no one to tell them to”. What is happiness, if you have no one to share it with? You can be rich and successful all you want, but there would still be a void in your heart if you cannot share it with someone, someone who cares, someone you care for. Someone who gets you.

“Sometimes wrong train takes you to the right destination” another one of my favourite lines from the movie. You never know how an instance can change your life, and the lens from which you view it. In that instance, when you stepped into the wrong train, an anomaly in your ‘regular’ life, you couldn’t have imagined which station you’d be getting down at. And when you do get down, it’s a new world. All you need to do is embrace it. Fearlessly.

I really liked the light humour in the movie, the situational one-liners which were funny on the surface, but ironic if you linger on them a little longer. My favourite character in the movie was not Irrfan Khan or Nimrat Kaur, it was Nawazuddin Siddiqui. He had a separate story going on in the movie, but it gave a buoyant force to the main plot. The movie would have been bland without him. He brought an authentic flavour to the movie with his honest expression. He was real. And raw. There was nothing put-on about the characters, including Mrs. Deshpande. She was an interesting character. I saw this 'concept' on Indian screen for the first time. It is one of those characters who you never 'see' in the movie, only hear. Like the legs of the master in Tom and Jerry, you never get to see their face. Other example that comes to my mind is Howard's mother from The Big Bang Theory.

I don’t want to fill this review with spoilers, so I am not going to talk about scenes and the story. *sigh* I have so much to say about this movie- the characters, the setting, the dialogues, the metaphors. . .

I am not your usual movie buff who catches movies first day first show (I usually wait before I can download a good dvd version), but somehow the trailer of this movie had caught my attention by horns, and I was waiting for the movie to be released in India. This is the first movie I had gone to watch alone. And I had a good time. The weather also was on my side. A short walk back home in the light rain, was just what I wanted- if I choose to forget the muddy pools and the traffic.

Wrapping up, I must urge you to watch The Lunchbox. It is simple storytelling, the raw sentiments and characters that will pull you right into the movie.

P.S: After watching the movie, I realized how important the skill of cooking is for a woman. Way to a person’s heart is really through their stomach. Everyone raves about ‘ma ke haath ka khana’; sometimes I wonder if my kids will ever be able to say that. The era of ‘ma ke haath ka khana’ is slowly vanishing. And I feel bad about that. The Lunchbox re-instilled my motivation to learn cooking. At it!

Saturday, September 21, 2013

All you need is Love

A post lying in my drafts caught my attention. Here it goes.

I don’t know whether I can say I have ever fallen in love with anybody. I love a lot of people in my life. And I adore them with different variations. But have I ever fallen in love? What is falling in love, exactly? How is it different from the deep deep love you feel for your closest friends, siblings, parents, niblings?

I don’t understand the ‘falling’ part of the love. How does that happen? I have that weird feeling in my stomach when someone I adore says something, and in my stomach there is a light airy feeling, a somersault, like for a micro second I feel the gravity pulling some strings down. Is that falling? What if you love someone, but don’t like them? Or the more common, like someone but not love them. 

Why can’t all of us be in love, and not be possessive or jealous of each other? As long as you love me, and I love you, it’s good. But that doesn't mean I stop you from loving someone else, and you stop me from loving another person. They in turn are in love with others. Why does sympathy, compassion, love, care, kindness need to be so selective and limiting? If only all of us understood the true meaning of love- of giving, and finding love in giving. Love should not be forceful. If you are not in love with a particular someone, even if he / she is, you don’t have to fall. It should be a mutually respected system. I think it is the beast called 'Expectations' which kills all the love.

I think animals have sorted this out the best. Are there rapes in animal kingdom? Have we really evolved then? All the advancements, technological and evolutionary, what is the point of all this? Ultimately it boils down to how you feel, isn't it? All the drama about power and strength, what does it give you? In the end, all you want is love; all you want is to be accepted for whatever you are inside.

Edited to add: Animals can be giant jerks
I found this article while randomly browsing stuff online, and I was so shocked and horrified and heart broken :(

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

S turns 25 *yawn*

I have a ritual on this blog. Birthday posts. Not blog birthday. My birthday. I am that kid who gets excited for birthdays, looks really forward to them, hopes for fireworks, and usually ends up morose reflecting ‘on life’. The latter part of this description is a recent phenomenon. When I was younger, it was all about the excitement…about birthday clothes, birthday party, birthday gifts. And then the pressure to have a ‘happy’ birthday started mounting. Everybody wants you to be happy on this day. They wish you ‘happy’ birthday. But what are you doing to make me happy? If you are not, then your wish doesn’t count. It is like saying Happy birthday and hoping someone else, something else will make your day happy. What shit. Anyway, the philosophical me would say that I don’t need others to make me happy. Haha. Only partly true, I will say now. So what did I do to make my birthday happy? I didn’t try too hard to make my day happy, and as it turned out I was reasonably happy at the end of the day. Or I should say, I didn’t care about having a happy one anymore.

I turned 25 this year. And when I look back and try to define this year, two words come to my mind- Epiphany and Timing. Last year has been all about that. It is intriguing how everything is timed in our life. If you pay close attention, it feels scripted (umm..I guess it is!). And the last dash before I hit 25, just taught me how timing affects your life.

Chances, opportunities, narrow escapes, serendipities, being at the right place at the right time, at the wrong place at the wrong time, coincidences, butterfly effect – it is all timing. Timed by an unknown force. And so precise. I have felt the world talking to me through signs, showing me certain things that I have never noticed before. Listening to ideas/thoughts/reflections that make sense right at that very moment and resonates with what is going on in your mind. Random acts, random scenes, random words form a continuum leading to an epiphany.

So, as an ode to 25 I got myself a tattoo. To remember and etch what I am about right at this moment. I want to remember my 25 and what I was before. Turning 25 was a renaissance. I got a tattoo of a flying swan. It looks like 5 small birds flying, which actually signifies the flapping movement of one bird. It didn’t hurt at all. Maybe because it was a small tattoo. I think getting eyebrows plucked is a more painful experience (I swear!).

Also I discovered a song (out of nowhere) that felt like a toast to my 25. Here it is for you to enjoy.

Earlier birthday posts- How I turned 24, How I turned 23 :)