Sunday, February 28, 2010

Karthik Calling Karthik ....

Stepping into the theater to watch Karthik Calling Karthik, I felt a sense of expectation from the movie. To confess, I adore Farhan Akhtar because he comes across as an intelligent, constantly thinking man. Not hero stuff but in real life, he has got all that matters - brains, wit and logic that comes across in his warm persona. 

From the moment I saw the way Karthik (Farhan) behaved, I sensed that he had some disorder that began in his mind, the body language was not that of an introvert, but of someone who is going through mental breakdown. Many moments in this movie made you want to live in a world where vulnerable individuals like Karthik are given the space to be the way they want to be. 

However, in the real world, things get nastier and to survive, it becomes a question of joining the worst or being bullied by the worst.  I loved the part where Karthik learns the importance of saying 'NO' firmly. I think there are too many nice people in this world who are taken for a ride because they are too nice to say no.


The first half of the movie is better than the second. The first half gives you a glimpse into the way of life Farhan is used to and how he tries to fight the pattern. The pressures of the work environment and a boss who treats vulnerable, hardworking Karthik like shit is also something we can connect to. There are also has some romantic moments with the love of his life, Deepika Padukone, who notices his existence after years for reasons left to the viewer's imagination.  


The role of Shefali as a doctor was not convincing enough because the dialogue delivery was not as powerful and significant as it should have been.  The role of Deepika could have been more defined but it goes without saying that she looks beautiful and does her part very naturally. The role of the boss which was brilliantly acted out by Ram Kapoor was a full fledged one.


A couple of things that I was not convinced about is that while the character of Karthik is very well etched out, there are several parts of the screenplay that didnt seem to fit in or felt compromised. The second half drags on and makes you want to walk out because there just doesnt seem to be any point in watching the movie. The sluggish pace becomes very difficult to sit through. Further, a guy who had been suffering from poor self-esteem goes through a lightning fast makeover due to a call from his alter ego, Karthik. The part about the phone calls evoked suspense but some parts of it didn't seem to fit in well.


I am not convinced by the message or purpose of this movie but for those of you who want to see an unconventional Bollywood flick where the hero is not named "Rahul" and doesn't act like a candyfloss guy, this movie may be interesting and intellectually stimulating to watch. Also, Deepika Padukone just lights up the landscape with her ethereal smile.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Thank You for the Kreativ Award

Lord, thank you for your love and grace in every moment of my life and for finding me worthy of this award. 

A big thanks to Nivedita for this Award. I don't know if I deserve it but you make me feel that I do.


You, the reader, helped me improve through every post. Your feedback and suggestions motivated me to write in the only manner that I know: from the heart. Thank you all for the love and patience. A big thanks to all my Twitter friends who have placed their trust in me and humbled me with their overwhelming support, friendship and acts of kindness.

As the rules for accepting this blog award make it necessary for me to share 7 facts about myself, here we go:

1. Kochi is my favorite city. It's in my soul 24X7.

2. I dislike certain traits in people such as dishonesty/corruption, boasting, constantly finding fault or being judgmental about others to camouflage their own faults, leading purposeless but extravagant lifestyles and taking advantage of friendships for wrongful reasons. 

3. I worship Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba as the embodiment of absolute, pure, all-encompassing love. My dream is to be a volunteer in Puttaparthi and serve humanity with true, unconditional love just as I have seen Him do.

4. I wanted to be a singer and a script writer in Malayalam cinema but that never materialized.

5. The day I met Sanand, it changed my life forever and I am so grateful to God that I found someone who is so honest, hardworking, down-to-earth, family-oriented, and true to himself. I also think he's got the sexiest smile and eyes:)

6. English books, Malayalam music and friends are my weakness (and strength).

7. My Blogging and Twitter friends have changed my life and supported me at every phase. I can't thank them enough.

To the following bloggers, I want to pass this Award:

Nikhil: for his remarkable enthusiasm in pursuing every contest with unwavering confidence and passion. I think the post woke me up and taught me a lot about how we need to learn a lot from children and sometimes, the abandon with which we make decisions when we are children.

Tania: for her young and peppy posts and in particular, her passion to help others as is evident when she pitched in to help her sister deliver cookies for the RedCross for Haiti Relief

Divya: for her awesome Spinach Banana smoothie, that is power packed with the right nutrients and so are most of her posts! We gain nutritive value from them!

Jackie: for her lively and informative posts for parents of pre-schoolers. In particular, I loved her Scrap Box idea because it teaches me to save resources and use it creatively to teach something important or invaluable to my kid.
 
Sheela:for her creative posts, particularly the one on kid art and marbling techniques. I loved it.

AdukkakaVishesham: for the delicious, melting posts on the blog.

R's Mom: for sharing personal snippets from her daily life with total candor and it just brightens my day to know what's on her blog because it makes me feel connected to another busy mom.

Rules for accepting this award:

1) Thank the person giving the award

2) Copy the award to your blog

3) Place a link to their blog

4) Name 7 things people don't know about you

5) Nominate 7 bloggers

6) Place a link to those bloggers

7) Leave a comment letting those bloggers know about the award

So, congrats to the winners! My dear readers, tell me what I can do better to make things more peppy for you when you visit me.

Most importantly, thank you all and don't hesitate to let me know how you feel! 

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Chaos @ Airport - II

Those of you who read the first part of Chaos @ Airport may be interested to know about the rest of the story. 

Adi loves books just as much as I do. So, when he saw the Odyssey bookshop inside the airport, he was so delighted. He rushed to the kids section where there were lots of comics and coloring books. In his enthusiasm, he took out most of the coloring books one after the other and wanted to buy it all. This got me worried because I was trying to balance two bags while trying to organize the coloring books back in the correct place. 

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the frown on the sales girl's face. I reasoned out with Adi in the best way I could. I took each coloring book and said, "You already have this one at home so why should we buy the same one here?" or "It is too expensive and I really don't think we should buy this one today."
Adi, in his enthusiasm, wouldn't budge. He says, "Amma, you have money in your bag."
So, I said, "Yes, but that money is not for the coloring book."
That irritated Adi, "Why, Amma? Why you won't buy me the coloring books?"
"I can't buy all these coloring books. Take two."
Adi gets smart now. "Three or four, not two."
"No, take two. "
"Three or four."

I am not a great bargainer and Adi knows it so I budge and say, "Fine, three." Then, Adi gives me the most charming smile and says, "Please, Amma, four."

We reason it out back and forth and finally, we agree that three is a reasonable number. Adi is not too pleased but I pay for the coloring books and try to quickly get out of the store before he screams and asks to buy everything in there.
I take a look at the TV that shows which airline is scheduled for departure and as I turn around, balancing my two bags as well, I realize that Adi is not with me.

I turn around, look all around me. There are lots of people everywhere. I can't imagine how the brat could dissappear in a minute just like that. I imagine all kinds of things. What if some pervert had kidnapped him? Oh my god, I had managed to lose my only child at the airport and I wanted to kick myself right there!
I called out for Adi but there was no answer. I ran in  four different directions with the bags and people were really staring at me as if I had just gone crazy. I didn't care how I looked right then. I wanted my son!

Then I saw a young couple who were watching me and whispering to each other. I went right ahead and asked them if they saw a little boy and they said no. A young guy who sat next to them told me, "Is that your boy there?"
I looked in the direction he had pointed and there was Adi! He was hiding behind a bookshelf in the same Odyssey bookstore and enjoying the whole spectacle! He was watching me turn into a half-crazed, panicky mom and enjoying it! I ran after him and he ran too. He knew that I was really angry but he was smart enough to know that I couldn't run so fast with two bags weighing me down. I didnt want him to run and get hurt so I called out, "I love you, Adi, I m not angry." He was smarter and he called out while running, "You angry me, Amma? You angry me?"

Of course, I was hopping mad but I wasn't about to say that and let him vanish. I said, "I am not angry because I found you, Adi. I love you. You are my only son. How can I live without you?"
I guess I sounded lovable because he stopped running and looked at me. All my anger melted when I looked into his big, dark eyes and watched his lips curve into the perfect, melting smile. I seemed melt away like butter and all I did was hug my son close to me, thanking God that I hadn't lost him. It is hard to explain but all I wanted was for time to stand still so that I could hold my son so close to my heart.

Then, the announcement came. It was time for boarding the flight. With Adi in tow, I ran to the gate. I don't know what happened but Adi ran off in another direction and all the coloring books in his hand tumbled out onto the floor. I got so angry now because I knew we were losing time. Adi was out of control and so was I. I started shouting at Adi. How can you behave like this? Why do you make things so difficult? Why do you keep running off? Blah, blah, blah.

Adi had the perfect answer. He began screaming. Let me confess: once Adi begins screaming, it has no end until he decides it is the perfect time to end it. This time, I was totally crazy too so I started screaming as well. Adi looked seriously worried. He stopped screaming because he didn't know how to handle my screaming.
Then, I composed myself and said, "Come, Adi, lets go."

It struck me that I had only one air ticket instead of two. I started looking everywhere around me and I found that one ticket was all that I had. I was ready to cry in frustration and just then, before you could even blink, Adi started crying. 

I said, "Adi, you've really behaved very very badly and now you've made me lose one ticket. I guess I will have to go and you will have to stay at the airport."

He howled harder.

I said, "Can you remember where you saw the other ticket?"

He howled and howled and passengers were giving me ugly looks. Of course, I knew I was to blame. I am the world's most disorganized mom. I couldnt remember how one ticket had slipped from my hands and now i was interrogating my three year old kid as if he had lost it!

I was about to cry right then because I was so tired and exhausted. I just threw the bags on to the floor and sat, praying to God. I knew I would miss the flight.

A smartly dressed lady in a white uniform came up to me and gave me the ticket. She smiled as if she knew what I was going through and I thanked her in a state of disbelief and joy. Needless to say, I ran through the security gate, clutching my two bags and two tickets in one hand and my bratty son in the other. 

As we boarded the flight, both mother and son were smiling and relaxed. We had fought our battles for the day, faced the rough seas and now we were ready to fly the skies together again. Till tomorrow comes, we would be happy cuddling each other and finding ways not to quarrel like kids.  Welcome to our crazy world! 

Monday, February 1, 2010

Chaos @ Airport - I

Out of the blue, I came on a sudden visit to Kochi, which is my home town. Everything was so sudden and also because I am hopeless at planning, things were very hectic. The night before I was to leave, I packed all my stuff and Adi's only after midnight and couldnt sleep till 2 am wondering what else I've missed.

Just when I thought I fell asleep, it was already morning and it was such a rush. I had to reach the airport on time and I was worried that if I didnt get Adi ready, we'd never make it. Adi fusses most about what he wears because he says he is going to be an actor. Considering the time and effort he puts into choosing his clothes, I almost believe he's gonna make it, at the cost of my sanity though! Seriously, today's kids are smarter than we give them credit for. They have everything planned and mapped out in their little minds while lesser souls like I struggle to think clearly. I wonder if this is a case of generation gap or me turning a grey leaf before I could even say I was a green one!

Yes, we managed to reach Delhi airport on time. It looks awesome, almost like a shopping mall. It is a pleasure to walk through it if you don't have a brat clinging to your arm while you juggle three other bags and walk like somebody who's dragging both feet along. You get the picture, I hope. All heads seemed to sway in my direction and I can assure you, it was more sympathy than admiration!

Everytime we passed an interesting logo and open area shop within the airport, Adi would drag me there, pointing at all the things he wants to buy when he is grown up. Of course, I should be glad he isn't asking for me to buy them but the problem is that he points at five different things in five different directions and wants me to turn and look and comment at each one of them and if I don't, he begins to cry. Initially, the cry sounds like a little sniffle and if i ignore the sniffle, it becomes like a trumpet that doesn't stop trumpeting! Only thing is trumpet is easier to bear compared to Adi when he decides to cry!

There's so much more that happened at the airport but I think you all need a break till the next one. So do i, as I am so tired and want to head back to catch up on the sleep that I've lost.

Tomorrow is another day and yes, I will tell you the rest of the story. As you can guess, it gets crazier in the next part, but you will have to wait a few more hours to get the whole of it.

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