Up up & away!

Up is a very nice, soft, gentle romantic comedy, heart touching story of a couple Carl & Ellie, It’s a sweet story which tells how far a husband can go to keep the promise made to his beloved wife, the promise has relevance & meaning even when she is long gone, a promise made a to a childhood sweetheart fulfilled at old age. I learnt what fatherhood meant after watching ‘Life is beautiful’, in which a father sacrifices his life to save his son’s. Probably this redefines my assumption of what a husband & home means & the way he cares for his wife’s feelings & that he can not only go an extra mile every time but fly thousands of miles to keep a promise made long ago which perhaps may even be forgotten. A small kid has a dream more of a fantasy to become an explorer, go to the undiscovered land where no human has ever gone, see & learn new things sort of obsession. He runs into a like minded girl who welcomes him in her explorer club, well only two members in their club Carl & Ellie. They are simply so adorable with their helmets & circular goggles etc. They fall in love & get married & then life becomes full of mundane routine activities, Carl being a balloon man makes a happy living, but not enough to afford an adventure trip to South America, that was the time when that land was an undiscovered one. They pool in money to go to their adventure camp several times, but that gets spent in times of crisis, they kind of let go of their long cherished explorer dream, well not really let it go for ever. Ellie tells Carl to cross his heart whenever she speaks of the adventure trip she wants to experience paradise falls in South America, an unexplored land in wilderness the photo of which she ripped from library book. Well I don’t know what Ellie really meant by crossing heart but understood Carl’s version of the same when he does keep up the promise of having their house on paradise falls, by making an attempt, flying a thousand miles into the unknown in his house tied with 50,000 helium balloons, reminded me of promise by Forrest Gump who tells, “A promise is a promise lieutenant Diane”, a promise made to beloved, fulfilled no matter what it takes no matter how far you need to go….

It’s so good to see everyday when you clean a windows glass from one side & you see your wife cleaning from the other. But from some day when you don’t get to see her on the other side of window you realize that how much you miss her & life becomes really dull! Ellie leaves Carl behind, who in his old age tries to fulfill her dream of having their house on top of paradise falls, a land undiscovered in South America. So, he flies in his house with 50,000 helium filled balloons enough to lift his house & fly. He is accompanied by naughty kid Russell who shares the same dream of becoming an explorer. They encounter numerous problems on their way & finally house finds its way on top of paradise falls just as Ellie painted & aspired. It’s really wonderful to know when Carl goes through the picture book of Ellie, expecting it to be blank as they never made to paradise falls when she was alive as it was supposed to contain the adventures of paradise falls, instead it contained photos of their marriage, & life thereafter, time spent along with each other etc. Life with Carl was an adventure for Ellie indeed.

It’s really amazing how they fill the expressions & emotions in animation. You will instantly fall in love with the characters in the movie which are almost like teddy bears. Altogether a must watch.

Nostalgic feelings of a time traveller

Stories of time traveler part-1
I have loved & fantasized about the concept of time machine, the philosophical part of & the theoretical astrophysics part of it, seen it in several films & hence a kind of obsession. I was just wondering if I get a chance to time travel, how wonderful would that be. Probably I can go back to my high school days; they were probably the best days of my life, not very best to associate myself singing the ‘summer of 69’ for those memories, but they were worth a good recollect & enjoy feeling nostalgic about them. I would time travel back to my class & look at myself when I was an 18yrs old kid. So I continued imagining. A series of thoughts ran across my mind. The first period was Maths & Kulkarni started to explain factorization. Well there was nothing much exciting about it as myself along with few more others in class would have learnt the same in his tuition class few days earlier itself. I did not hate or dislike maths but just believed that unless you are a genius you cannot achieve anything great in it as it’s quite tough. That’s why I instantly appreciated Charles Herman’s (John Nash imaginary roommate) dialogue in the movie A beautiful mind which goes “Mathematics is never gonna lead you to higher truth, because it’s boring”. Sometimes the understanding would go void like division by zero is not defined. I wondered if there are any researches going on that understanding? On that day, I had factorized it so much some a2(a2+b2) equation that I went ahead un-factoring it & arriving at the question itself & wondering what was going on ? Accidentally I had scored 25 out of 25 in 1st test & kind of needed to maintain my reputation or impression n class, oh come on whom am I kidding? It was all for maintaining impression for girls; I took extra interest in learning things. I had heard that beauty & brains would not go together & I was happy with the thought that a beautiful girl would be interested in me. What to do with herself being intelligent anyway? There was this girl Neeta whom I used to ask doubts. She was too brilliant in maths that I often wanted to tell her that she must seriously think of going for higher education in some good university abroad. I never told her this I suppose. Some times we fail to tell things which we regret later in life. Then the science teacher walks in. she is kind of reading the science book & explaining things, not that interesting though. But the contents were my favorite as it was astronomy. It was more of astronomy fact book than a book intended to arouse curiosity & excitement in young student’s mind about the mysteries of universe. But since I loved astronomy from I don know like from second standard or something so I loved it anyway. That was the time when Pluto enjoyed its status as a planet; I feel pity for Pluto now. Lot of things have changed about mankind’s understanding & hence perception of universe since then, We have Hubble’s telescope encircling the earth & doing pretty good job taking very nice pics of deep sky objects which were never seen with best telescopes on earth, thus confirming the fact that galaxies are moving from each other, in other words our universe is expanding. Now we have observational evidence backed with statistical data to confirm the big bang theory which tells that our universe was created in big bang & since the bang galaxies are moving away from each other, also farther the distance between them the faster they are moving apart. I learnt more astronomy reading articles in newspapers than the science text book.
I was always a last bencher & wondered whether it was just owing to height, but still managed to get a pretty decent rank. I have always loved the last benches, because the probability of getting Line of Sight eye contact with teacher is less & you can be in your world exploring the humorous aspect of the things taught in class. the front seats are for the intelligent kids who are too ambitious & have clear goals in mind of what they wanna do in their lives, but as I have observed they end up doing quite the opposite of it. I had couple of friends telling that would join Army or navy & couple of them telling they would be astronauts. All of such kids have ended up in Infosys, TCS, and Wipro nowadays. The back benches are holy they are for the intellectual people like us who like to have their space & time to interpret things in their own way. Well in engineering classes the competition for getting back benches is more as suddenly the number of intellectuals tends to increase apart from the fact to avoid being asked for submission of assignments.
Then was the games period, the much awaited one, like the Vardan given by god after getting impressed for the morning prayers for so many years. Sir asked to count randomly 1 & 2 & made 2 teams to play football. After a while I forgot who my teammates were & after a while I forgot where my goalpost was. Probably I think others had forgotten as well, as everyone seemed to be running behind the ball. So I followed the rest, ran fast behind the ball wherever it went just trying to grab an opportunity to kick it & this was fun !!
Then as usual we went late to the moral science class as the sir would not scold about that. The subject was considered passé even then. He told some story centered around the concept of hope & at quoted at the end “We should have hopeful hope not hopeless hope” which was more practical as we can hope for things we can really achieve I life. Neither the school nor the students give much importance to moral science. I now believe that this should be given importance as these lessons make us more human. Make us realize what we want out of life, identify ourselves & our place in society which are very important to lead a good & happy life. Then we had the social science history class, we put the “F” word to right use the first time “Who the fuck cares when the battle of Plassey was fought or arrange bunch of such nonsense happenings in chronological order”. I seriously believed that we should not mug up things which we can always look up in book. Come on what is the purpose if preserving books for then? If we feel the need to throw away the book then we no longer need the things contained in the book.
The hindi class was always good as hindi teacher would read a line in the book & go on telling some interesting story & at the end of class she would always tell “dekho mein kahan se kahan pahoonch gaye” we all used to reply Kahin nahi pahoonche madam, bas chapter ke pehle line mein he hai ! & then there were tests & marks comparision. This was the time india was blessed with evergreen bollyhood hits like DDLJ & KKHH & DPT & it was good to imagine ourselves as hero & fall in love with beautiful girl in class.
I took a deep breadth & realized I don’t wanna return to present life’s mindset which is more of a routine & responsibilities etc. There is not much fun & we cannot do childish things anymore. ....

The big fat corporate lunch

        “Did you like the Pizza Sir?” : A voice came from behind my head from waiter boy at pizza hut. “Ya absolutely, we enjoyed our pizza, especially the cheese toppings were delicious!” I replied in american ascent, something which I had gained just for kicks by watching loads of pirated hollywood movies !

But I had this deep thought...switching over to my original UK style.No No it’s not United Kingdom English, but my original Uttara Karnataka accent from the American ascent... en pizza no eno? namma hubballi-dharwad avarege jwaladda rotti, badnikaye palye, menacinahindi, kotra eshto khushi aage bidteve....esht divasa aat nodu tinlarada. Baddemaga....ondu tundu bread piece kottu myala eno palle haaki, bissie made noora aivathu rupaye bill hachtaan....ishta rokkadaga mane mande ella oota maadbahudittu...meaning for people from north Karnataka would like to have Jowar roti & brinjal curry, red chilli chutney which makes us delighted as its our food style. What's there in a circular piece of bread to overprice it to Rs 150, whole family could dine with with Rs 150.

      As I am not a foodie, I generally tend to enjoy eating anything in veg served with love. People tend to enjoy the food from the area they originate from probably because of the emotional factor involved with it. They connect to the people there, lifestyles, food styles etc, thus making eating a pleasurable experience. You may not admire to the extent when you daily eat your ethnic food items, but when you have it after many days...you certainly will love it lot after missing it for sometime.

              You know, when i was a kid, my mom used to tell interesting stories while she tried to make me eat. i can still remember the story of probably because i listened to it like over a million times ...may be was my favorite then ! Dad was coming to home from office after hard work & getting Mishra Pedha laddu or sweets for home. He met an ant on way which was a kind of our family friend. the ant asked about family members about me etc, this basically included the day to day activities which made the story new everytime, clever trick haan ! mom used to include what i did at school what she did recently etc. Dad after briefing the friendly ant asked about its family children etc & gave a piece of laddu for it to take it back home. It wrapped & headed for its home which was the corner near our house entrance. When the food on plate was almost getting over, she told the hard work & the pain that goes behind the scene : the scene of her making me eat. the story behind every rice seed. A farmer ploughs the field with hard efforts day long in hot sun, puts the seeds in the soil waits desperately for the rain, prays to god that rains should be sufficient & at the right time, cuts the crop cleans it & sells to shopkeeper, dad earns for it with hard work in office, mom brings it from shop & cleans & cooks it...so this is the story behind every rice grain. After hearing this who would even think of wasting even one grain in plate after finishing the lunch. not even a child right ? I would get a bit scared & simply finish the last pieces of food on the plate. What I gained was respect towards food in general & the wisdom or realization that there could be hundreds of hungry stomachs which can get the food if I don’t waste it. Things were simple to implement this funda when i was kid as mom used to eat in same plate, so technically i did not waste any food. Generally Moms have weird ways to make their kids eat anyway, so food for me has always been an emotional factor rather than an enjoyment or passionate sort of thing. Hundreds of farmers in India even today commit suicide owing to their situation of debts no rains  etc & we so called while collar people assuming that we do lot of hard work sitting in front of computers for the whole day, reading some statistics on internet about these stuffs, dine at costly restaurants ordering the things we aspire & passing comments over every item we eat, scolding the waiter for not making it exactly as you had told him. Well, I feel all this very uncomfortable to be a part of this scene. In really appreciate the process followed in our office the left over food is taken in Omni to to NGO. So we need a process to prevent the wastage of food, which is so precious. If somewhere the food is extra, it should reach the hungry stomach somewhere else. Please just spare a thought when you eat the next time. This is so true isn't it ?

The Shayari Scratchpad

Well, why follow the rest in naming a compilation as diaries like the 'The Motorcycle Diaries' or 'The Basketball Diaries' etc. So here it is the shayari notepad or scratchpad, as you know there always exists a possibility of improvising on the same.

I am not a scholar, I am not a writer...

I am not a Shayar, its just that my words are on fire !

Pyar ke rahon mein chalna tumne sikhaya....

Pyar ke haseen ehsaason ke sapne sajana tumne sikhaya....

Zindagi ke najane kis ajeeb mod pe, jab tum chal diye apne raaste, tanha hum reh gaye...

Tere intezaar mein hum khade hai unhe raahon mein, jahan hum judaa ho gaye.....

En haseen lamhon ke ehsaason mein kho jana hai

Bas tere intezaar mein waqt guzaarna hai

Jo bitaya tha humne pyar ke do pal

Unhe jeevan bhar yaad karna hai

Tere Khamoshi ne woh saare baatein keh diya

Tere dil ke dhadkanon ne dard ko bayan kar diya

Dil ne to chaaha tha ke tera har sapna poora ho

Ab to dil bas itna chaahta hai ke tera dard kam ho

Humne muskurake saare Gham chupa liye

Zindagi ke savade mein saare sapane bech diye

Zindagi ke in tede mede raaston mein aise ulaj gaye ke manzil bhool gaye

Chhaha hai tume sacche dil se

maanga hai tume rab se badi mannat se

phir se aaoge tum mere zindagi mein

ban jaaoge tum sur mere jeevan se sangeet mein

Aaaj Shaam samudra ke teer par chalte chalte yeh khayal aaya....

samudra ke lehroon ke tarah, mann mein ashaein uth rahe hai

dil ke dhadkane tumse milne ke khushi mein tez ho rahe hai

yeh dil to pagal hai, jo samjhata he nahi

bas tere aane ke intezaar mein sapane sajata hai

Tumhare ek haseen ehsaas ka ek lamha bana do humme..
Tumhare khayaloan mein guzara hua kal bana do humme.. 
Tumare kahani ka kissa na ban sake...
Bas itni se dua hai khuda se
Tumhare ek muskaan ke vajah bana do humme...Amen

Iss dard ko humsafar banake hum chale 
Najane kahan le jayange yeh zindagi ke raahein 
Tumhare bina na rasate ka na manzil ka hai humme pata
Tasalle milli iss dil ko... 
Jab tum mere parchayi mein nazar aaye.

Aasun beh gaye iss baarish mein
Jise saare armaan ghul gaye ho 
zindagi ke majbooriyon mein
Ek diya dikha tha door se
Ek toofan se usse bachane hum chale
Najane kaise hai yeh kismat 
aakhir mein hum teeno humsafar ban ke chale