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Changing Trends

First the disclaimer – I am a big movie buff. People who know me well claim I can watch any movie, and I don’t disagree.

Today I am going to write about an upcoming trend in Indian films, the concept of parallel cinemas. Off late I have watched many movies, which are not from the mainstream Bollywood but are of superior quality, both on content and presentation. Unlike the quintessential Bollywood, the cast is not from the mainstream, the stories are more authentic, and direction unconventional.

I am enjoying this refreshing change, and I am hopeful for the future of Indian movies. I want to list four such movies I recently watched on Netflix. Let me know your thoughts

  • Rajma Chawla: This movie is Netflix original. A beautiful movie depicting an estranged son’s relationship with his father after the sudden demise of his mother. A light movie with a perfect blend of emotions, comedy, and romance
  • Kuch Bheegay Alfaaz: what an amazing take on social media, aberrant love, redemption and liberation. A sheer brilliance on all fronts – acting, direction, and cinematography.
  • Hope Aur Hum: Four characters from a family, four stories and four amazing conclusions. A must see
  • Love per square foot: a light drama and a feel-good movie of love, hope and owning a home.

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13 Hours and 5 minutes

And as I sit on the plane✈️ preparing to fly for another 13 hours before I reach Delhi. I wonder why there is always a sense of excitement, the charm of a child that engulfs me when the word India 🇮🇳 crosses my mind.

Now America🇺🇸 is home🏡, but I guess forgetting your first love❤️ is always arduous.

With a benign smile and a mind clouded with many nostalgic thoughts, I, with a fervent heart is eager to arrive.

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Off to India for a week

Hello friend!!. Hope you all are having a fab weekend.

I am off to India for a week for work and may not get enough time to read and comment on your lovely post. Please don’t give up on me, for I shall be back soon.

Though for work, I am always excited to be in India. This time I will be in Delhi and Chennai. NJ weather cooled down a bit today, but I will continue to get my sunshine 🌞 while I am in India.😊

Enjoy your Sunday. Take care and stay blessed

Louisville To Raleigh

I had an important meeting in Louisville Kentucky today. My flight from Newark was delayed yesterday and I reached Louisville way past midnight. Despite all the travels I still find hard to sleep in a hotel bed. And my struggle to sleep continued this time as well.

My day started early and meetings went well. Louisville was preparing for the Derby season and the city was warming up for the event.

My flight was not until 6:30 PM. This time I was flying to Raleigh, NC. There was no direct flight and I was flying via Newark. The irony of reaching home airport yet not able to go home 😬

The famous Kentucky fried chicken (KFC) started in Louisville. I had left eating at fast food joint a while ago, but the thought that fried chicken originated from this place tempted me to stop by at a KFC. I stood in the line for a while and when my turn came, I couldn’t find the courage to break my 5-year streak of avoiding fast food joint. I went to a tavern instead and enjoyed a grilled burger.

The boarding was announced and as I waited to be seated the famous air traffic congestion delayed the flight. My connection time between the two flights was only 35 minutes. With every passing minute, my chance to make the connecting flight was turning bleak. Flying 200K miles gives you a status with the airlines and comes handy in a situation like this. I called the airline premier desk and I was rerouted to Raleigh via Chicago. This time I was landing in Raleigh post midnight. Knowing the importance of my meeting, I switched to the new itinerary. Incidentally, the flight to Newark left. I wasn’t sure whether I should have stuck to my previous flight option. Knowing it was a losing battle, I gave such thoughts a passing glare.

The incoming flight came in and we patiently waited for the passengers to deplane. And when it was time for us to board, the gate agent announced there would be a delay. Apparently, the pilot found a scratch on the wing and it required the maintenance staff to do a thorough inspection. This time the connecting window was 50 minutes. I was hoping I had enough time, but I was wrong. Sure, the flight was delayed to a point that there was no way I could have made the connecting flight. There weren’t any other flight leaving Louisville in the night.

So, guess what I did. I called for an Uber ride from Louisville to Raleigh. A 600 miles 8-hour journey crossing three states, marking a dozen highways.

I am writing this from the ride. I arrive at 6 in the morning and my day starts at 7:30. Hopefully, it will be a fun ride

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I Am Coming Back To You

He could have waited a lifetime for her return but then he realized life is so unpredictable. If it ditches him tomorrow, the wait would have no meaning. So, he decided to come back to her for her. It would be a shame if she missed getting to know what life had planned for her and all those undertakings would be worth it as he firmly believed it would metaphor to something meaningful. Today she may find it intimidating but tomorrow he hopes she would call it a blessing.

People say love is overrated; it is not love but people perception of love that makes it fictitious.  Love doesn’t mean one needs to leave everything for pursuing new hope. It is more of an inclusion than a decree.

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Illusion

Drifting slowly with dragging steps her confused being was wandering along the shorelines.

The breeze was blowing cold air bringing his fragrance from a faraway place not providing any respite to her soul. A seagull was hovering over making some uncanny noise appearing as if it has a story to tell. Right above the bird, a dark patch of cloud was looming, swallowing the evening from the earth’s exquisite hold.

Nature’s melancholy was adding to the juxtaposition of her mind blatantly. She was a sight of joy for a moment and a lost self in another one. A constant battle was aggressively building up in her inner being trying to comprehend the huge undertaking she had taken some moments ago.

Did not she want it all this while? And now when she had, why was she facing such despair moments. Her mind was crowded with rational thoughts but her heart was yearning for the newfound love. Love that she had realized for the first time, love that was sweeping her off her feet.

And in the midst of her brooding, she started reasoning with her to find measures to calm her restless fervor. She wanted answers but were nowhere to find. Was the confusion about breaking away from the time old superficial shield or was it about freeing her soul from human constraints? Was the fear of losing her anomalous happiness making her nervous? or was the possibility of an ardent tomorrow she was finding hard to handle?

Stuck in the conundrum she couldn’t find any respite despite being near the peaceful shorelines.  She found even the crashing of the waves or the seagull’s occasional creek as untoward disturbance, drifting her away from her battling thoughts.

Then she looked up and saw that the strong westerly winds slowly drifting the clouds away, giving a path to the evening sun. The spread of some colorful hue was splendidly painting across the vast canvas. The cloud had to give away to the serenity of belief, to the epitome of truth.

And suddenly magic happened, the Seagull, the waves, the breeze appeared to be in some perfect harmony like in some heavenly abode.

She smiled and her worries started to fade away. She knew a new world was beaconing her. The fragrance of her vibrant love lingered everywhere around and she couldn’t move away from the strong tremors of love. It was a sweet pain and she longed for him more than words could comprehend.

The path in front was not easy but she remembered what they agreed before “we will walk the path together with the committed soul.”

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Desire

The reach was not too far nor was the grit. I knew all it would take was the touch of my trailing voice for her to detest the world and come crashing into my arms.

But there were pronouncements; there were diminutions that were holding me back in an excruciating torment. As my mind was clouded with insanity the only way I found respite was to flow with the tide.

I walked up to her to be as close two humans could without abutting. There were no words, no reverberation whatsoever. The uncanny beat of her heart was making everything anarchy. With some courage, I started to move my lips to form the syllable but before even my rim could vibrate, I found her in my shield curving in a cocoon of love shedding away all uncalled reasoning and thoughts.

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Coming Back To You

He could have waited a lifetime for her return but then he realized life is so unpredictable. If it ditches him tomorrow, the wait would have no meaning to her. So, he decided to come back. It would be a shame if she missed getting to know what life had planned for her. And he believed, all the undertakings would be worth it for it would metaphor to something meaningful provided he give it a honest try.

Today she may find it intimidating but tomorrow he hopes she would call it a blessing. People say love is overrated, but to him it is not love but people perception of love that makes it fictitious.  Love doesn’t mean one need to leave everything for pursuing new hope. It is more of an inclusion than a decree.

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Celebrate Life

A few years back I was in India when Holi was around the corner. It was more than a decade back when I was last here during the festive season. And the very thought of celebrating Holi in Delhi was quite enthralling.

It was the day before Holi. The morning was cold with the sun dancing behind few scattered clouds. I was on my to Connaught Place to run few errands when I realized that I forgot my phone at home. The world we live, the thought of separating from your gadget makes you feel as if you are transposed to a world of isolation.

Half nervous and a tad frustrated I hastily took a turn and invariably landed in the dense lanes of Lajpat Nagar. A sudden splash of water welcomed my car and I was bailed out of my prolonged brooding.

The lanes were crowded with a forest of concrete structures. The water was pouring from all directions reincarnating the modern way of celebrating Holi. I committed two mistakes: look up from my car to find the culprit and in the process jutted my head out to abate curiosity.

Results were obvious – I was drenched with splashes of color-soaked cold water.

For few moments I was flabbergasted, but then I transformed myself to savor the moment. Who knows how many years I would have to wait again for this serendipity. In the busy schedule of life, we often forget to cherish the small joys. And to acknowledge that spirit, I surrendered to the moment to celebrate life.

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