Wednesday, 28 August 2013 0 comments

A Worthy Cause for A Better Tomorrow

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Thursday, 22 August 2013 0 comments

A true fright fest!

It's been a little over than a week since I watched The Conjuring and I must say it still scares the daylights out of me. I've always been a fan of this genre. And it had been quite some time since I had seen a 'good horror movie'. Okay, let me tell you what, according to me, a 'good horror movie' comprises of. It needs to have those three very important things: A good story, good characters, and a good score. And that is why this film is a horror movie buff's dream come true. It's the kind of movie that would stay with you for a long time. The kind of movie that would make you sit up at the slightest sound. The kind that would make you think twice before venturing in the dark all alone or make even random objects seem unearthly. The classic horror movie feeling (The Exorcist, The Amityville Horror) brought back in vogue, courtesy - Director James Wan (Saw series). Personally, I prefer horror movies that have the ability to instill fear in you even without someone's brains spilling out or a ghoul with freakishly long hair that inexplicably keeps getting in the way of everyone involved, or a lot of blood and gore. It does NOT mean that I can't handle it, but I just prefer the whole tension building element in a movie. It is more fearful when you know that there's someone out there but you can't see it rather than having a ghost coming right at you. The story is quite engaging as it unravels slowly and gradually and everything that has been shown in the movie is related at some point, like the Annabelle angle. I also liked the way they've weaved two stories together - that of the Perrons and the Warrens. Their stories move in sync and you are introduced to each of their lives simultaneously. The characters are believable, their problems are authentic, their pain is convincing. Especially Vera Farmiga, who does an amazing job at making even trivial things seem scary with her credible expressions. Loved the ruffled collar look. Lili Taylor as the harrowed mother of five is truthful in her portrayal. And finally the score! Joseph Bishara gives a spine chilling background score that only amplifies your fear. Even in moments in the film when you won't see something lurking in the background you'll surely be going crazy anticipating something due to the music. There were quite a lot of scenes that give you that familiar jolt that only a genuine horror movie can give. One of the scenes had my mom shrieking! (Sorry, mom) Still, the above was just MY opinion of the movie which I found to be quite engaging. There are some pinheads out there who just don't know / can't appreciate a good fright fest when they see it . But a movie like this makes me brood over why we can't come up with stuff like this? Genuine horror that doesn't need the crutch of 3D viewing to lure people inside the theatres. This one's surely going to go in the DVD library! Loved every minute of it!
Tuesday, 13 August 2013 0 comments

True Independence

    Come August 15th and we will be celebrating our Independence Day. Flags would be hoisted everywhere, in government edifices, schools, institutions, residential buildings, etc. Little kids would proudly roam the streets with the tricolor badges pinned to their attires. Patriotic songs would reverberate throughout busy lanes. Powerful speeches would be made by various political parties. The media would be addressed. Stories of our glorious freedom fighters would be telecast everywhere. People would greet each other with warm smiles and a "Happy Independence Day."
    But what does freedom mean to you and me? What does it feel like to be free? Is it a state of mind? Or something tangible that you can actually feel? My mother often tells me that a nation can never be fully independent or can never progress until the women of that country are respected, protected and safe. Are we safe? Am I safe? I ask myself this question and a gruesome incident that happened here, just as 2012 was coming to an end, comes to my mind. And the frightening thing is, the thoughts don't stop there. A barrage of such incidents varying in severity trickle in.
    Aren't we the country that deifies women? Don't we celebrate innumerable festivals where we idolize and worship these goddesses? So why is it that the respect is only limited to deities? Can't it be extended to living, breathing, walking and talking beings who have been given the boon to beget life? Even throughout our history we have women freedom strugglers who proved their mettle by fighting tooth and nail to bring India where she is today. Rani Laxmi Bai, Sarojini Naidu, Usha Mehta, Savitribai Phule, Begum Hazrat Mahal, Aruna Asaf Ali, to name a few. Then there were great women leaders like who inspired us with their courage and determination. Today we have countless women who have surmounted the impossible and achieved what we could only dream of. Be it in the field of education, entertainment, politics, media, business, science, technology, economics, sports, etc. They've come from different spheres of life, fought against the norms, refused to conform and accomplished what they have. On one hand we salute them and on the other we subject them to some of the worst forms of abuse. In that sense, it makes us the most dangerous hypocrites in the world.
    I don't remember a morning when I got up and the front page of my newspaper didn't have a  headline informing about a ghastly incident that happened to a woman. I've forgotten what it feels like to read a daily that doesn't have dreadful and horrible things splattered all over it. Hence I've stopped reading them altogether. Whatever traces of news I do get, I get it from sources other than these. Yes it is foolish some might say because it isn't going to solve anything, but I can't read another paragraph on how a girl's face was disfigured in broad daylight at a place that I've been to several times in my life or I can't go through the pain of seeing yet another important verdict being put on hold for an indefinite period of time. I can't stand it when "supposed" juveniles commit unspeakable horrors and they are just sent to a correctional facility for rehabilitation. It bothers me when people do hideous things to women and they walk away scot-free and also get a respectable job at a bank in another state.
    The day we address this problem at the grass root level, which is NOT illiteracy, (because literate people too sometimes surpass the rest in such grisly acts) but the mindset of people, will be the day of our true victory. The way they think and view women. I'm not a hard core feminist, never was, but when I got up today and sat down to think of design ideas that I could use to make a greeting for the big day it struck me how silly I am. To think that I could celebrate freedom in a country where we are still bound by such ineffective laws. Where promises are just words spoken to increase votes, where one shameful act after another are committed blatantly and we don't do anything, where the only response that a horrid crime elicits is a candlelight vigil or political mudslinging.
    I'll celebrate my independence day when I'm truly emancipated from the evils that plague the women of my nation day in day out. I'll celebrate my independence when stringent laws are introduced, implemented and executed with no delay. When little girls are able to play outside their homes without the fear of someone taking their innocence away. When women are no longer afraid to travel late at night. When the stranger lurking in the dark, waiting in the shadows, is closed in on before he dares to take a step.
Monday, 5 August 2013 0 comments

Hey Soul Sister! :)

"A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same..."
 - Elbert Hubbard

I believe the lines above resonate with many people out there who share that special bond called friendship that is a boon to human beings. That one person in the entire populace that stands out. The one person who is beside you through thick and thin, who protects you, who is with you when you're feeling down, who doesn't give up on you no matter what, someone who will have your back and keep an eye out for you. I am delighted to pen down my thoughts about the soul sister in my life, who also happens to be my sister in real life - Sabah.
We may be like chalk and cheese in our behavior, but emotionally we are always on the same wavelength. She is my shoulder to lean on whenever I'm feeling low. I may lose faith in everyone in my life but never her. She's my rock. I think God gave me a blessing in disguise when he created my sister. Our souls are bound by an inexplicable and unbreakable bond that is quite rare these days. I remember when during my school days, she was the one who used to stick up for me whenever I was in trouble. Whenever I was bullied by any of my classmates, she was the one who would enter into a confrontation with them to protect me. To this date she swears that she would be ready to go to battle for me if someone ever so much as laid a finger on me. In that way, she's like a brother to me. When I fall sick, she nurses me back to good health making sure I'm okay. She is my advisor on all things trivial and important. Whether it be what to wear to work the next day or how to face the problems in my life.
The connection that we have is almost cosmic. There are times when she says exactly what is going on in my mind. There are times when we say the same things at once and laugh deliriously after it. Whenever there's something that is bothering me, she comes to know about it even if I don't spit it out. We almost always have the same opinions about things, people and situations in life. Though we may tackle them differently, we know when to lend support to the other. In that way, we are like pieces of the same puzzle who are incomplete without the other. I feel restless when I don't see her. I wait eagerly for the time the clock strikes 6 in the evening and I get off work because then I'll get to be with her. As soon a s I reach home, we meet each other as if we were never apart. The whole house swings with our joyous banter. Our camaraderie is something that I cherish a lot.  Like a naughty little brother I pick on her whenever I get the chance. When we're together we paint the town red. We're sweet when the need be and can be totally badass when the need arises. We share laughs, hopes and aspirations. She gives me courage just by being with me. Sometimes just sitting next to her is like the best therapy to me. I can't imagine my life without her. I dread the day when she gets married and starts a new life in new surroundings. As much as I would be elated to see her happy and settled, there's also this little part of me that never wants to let her go because she means so much to me than she'll ever know.
I feel that it would have been an irreparable and irrecoverable loss had I not known that there could be a love like ours, a kinship like ours. I feel extremely privileged that I got an opportunity to express just how strong a friendship can be. A blood tie that transcends to a beautiful and celestial relationship.

Sunday, 4 August 2013 0 comments

UNICEF USA: Liam Neeson's Plea to End Violence Against Children