My Sassy Girl.

sas·sy1 Audio pronunciation of "sassy" () Pronunciation Key (ss)
adj. sas··si·er, sas··si·est

  1. Rude and disrespectful; impudent.
  2. Lively and spirited; jaunty.
  3. Stylish; chic: a sassy little hat.

[Courtesy, dictionary.com]

I dont know what category i will put this film into. Its definitely a cleverly made film with a lot of heart. Its definitely a love story. Its definitely sci-fi. Its a cleverly crafted puzzle.

Its the story of a student who falls in love with a girl whom he wants to take care, to cure her sadness. The girl, slaps him, abuses him, dominates him, and does things what a women generally not supposed to do. Like playing to win.

The movie begins as a comic one. And then slowly moves into confusing realms of funny anecdotes of a sassy girl and an obliging boyfriend. And then it changes all suddenly to a intense love story, their separation and the climax.

What stands out are the different levels the film deals at. The girls preoccupation with the female-dominated action movie scripts ‘Terminator Dominatist’… And her sci-fi belief in time machines, UFOs.

And a real behavioural attribute of most ppl. To not to get hurt more, act strong and not let feelings touch you. This is a defense mechanism used by many, me included. I could relate to this at a more conscious level.

A great movie which i would rank alongside ‘Serendipity’. It tells me, To be truly in love and live life fully, you have gotta be crazy.

There are some scenes which are forever etched in my mind. Like the scene, he goes and gives the rose in her class. Or makes a preparation for her birthday. Or wears her stilletos. Or her own crazy ways of living life.

The scene in which he says the 10 methods the prospective groom ought to do for her

. If she hits you and you dont feel pain, act like you are hurt.
.If it hurts, dont show it.
.When you go to a cafe, dont order coke, drink coffee.
.On your 1o0 day anniversary, go and give her a rose in class, she’ll like it.
.If her feet hurt from the stilletos, exchange them for your sneakers.
.If she plays, she likes to win…

Dont miss it.

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Anyways, and then the words ‘I met a man from the future…’
The UFO that just appears for a moment on the hill when the girl goes to see the time capsule and then we have the old guy on the hill saying ‘so you are building a bridge of chances for your love’ and then again Gyenwoo saying the same thing in the end…! Get the relation there?

And the photo of first five quintuplets who are reported to be in the movie in different small roles.

Thanks for the information Suman.
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She Smiled

Creaking wheels,
and solemn looks.
I saw her
from the aisle long,
Body that failed to
help her move.
Friends and kith,
pushing the chair.
Filled with pity
I questioned god
for punishing an innocent.
Frowning and frusting
I sank deep in thought.
Prodding and pushing
the conscience of mine.
Ego bloated and silently thanking the stars of mine,
I expressed my sorrys and the arrogant modesties.
Pity flowed forth,
filling the brim,
My sense of superiority,
boosted by a vision of the weak.
And then …
she smiled.

This is a thought to the way people look at individuals different abled. Pities, condolences, commiserations and all the crap that flows through. Why pity? Is it for a pseudo sense of self worth, that the human heart melts and pity flows over the brim? we are helping someone who cannot help themselves? All that sense of this superiority breaks up when the weak are just the mightier lot than any of the other normals.

The Spirit of Life

“My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.” —Lee Iacocca

This was the line that struck me when reading the book Lee Iacocca,Chairman, Chrysler.

We had a ‘Student Appreciation Day’ in our school, Saturday evening. It was something which i didnt want to attend for reasons of some clash of principles and some bare facts, which are immaterial here in this discussion. But i attended it along with my pals, albeit a good 45 mins late.

The chief guest was a girl Sailaja, who is differently abled physically, owing to a terrible accident in 2001, in which she lost her mom and dad and suffered serious physical trauma. She is disabled from the neck down currently.

But you know what grabs your attention when you look at her for the first time, in spite of knowing all this? Her smile. Yes, her smile. Not to say, hers is the most smiling face Ive seen till date! I mean just look at her. There she is smiling away contendedly, and we are left bewildering, what are we feeling sorry for? Is it for her, or is it for ourselves?

All through the function, she was taken care of some guys whom i guessed were her cousins and brothers…guess what? Im real bad at guessing. All of them were her friends. Yes friends. All of them were boys and have been taking care of her since 2001!

Each of them is now employed, and take turns and take care of her, day-in and day-out. One of the friend’s mother comes to her place at Gandhinagar from Vanasthalipuram[roughly a distance of no less than 20 kms] when she is needed.

And all the friends bought Sailaja a car for travel sake.

It happens very rarely in your life that you get to see, the values that you believe in, grit, determination, true friendship and all. And then you see it before your very eyes, happening as though it was the most natural thing to happen. The stealth with which the realization hits you makes your mind numb.

All i could of then was nothing. When one of the teachers asked ‘Poorna, why are you smiling?’ All i could muster to tell was ‘Not smiling sir. Just that any sort of words are failing me now…’

All that i could think were ‘What vaue systems are they living by? What are they holding close to their heart now? What is of priority to them?’ Standing there i couldnt think of any individual alone. Not Sailaja. Not her friends alone. But all of them as a whole. And all that spirit of life that was prevailing. The spirit of life. Its celebration. The grit, the determination that goes into it to smile. And the love of her friends for her.

All that I could think of then, was, if I put to the same test, would I be able to live by atleast 1% of what they are performing? They are acing it nevertheless. All my problems, tensions and the unnecessary confusion I go through or am going through, is it all even worthy? If I/we could live atleast 50% of what they are living, that would be quite a fulfilling life to me…

Im still reeling from this mind-numbing, life-altering experience.

And the good news is, she is engaged now. Her fiance is in US and they have the consent of his mother too 🙂

Sailaja aims to complete her graduation. She is to appear for her 3rd year exams soon.

Ill be posting on this more regularly now on.

TV Channels. Creativity.

TV has come a long way. Back when i used to watch it because i had no other option, to now, where the case is the same and also ive become more lazy 😀

I believe everything goes in cycles. Somehow i cannot apply it completely for the TV serials. Right from the days, when i used to watch damningly slow serials ‘Hum Log’, ‘Nukkad’ to the more recent mythologicals and to the latest reality series…, there is a trend that goes around, almost like a fad.

Mythologicals were there all around, all along. ‘Ramayana’ and ‘Mahabharata’ the notable ones, this was when i was in 1st or 2nd classes…And then slowly by the time i was in my 7th, a new trend caught up, that of potraying historic stories, mostly Maratha kings or Freedom fighters.

And after some years, suddenly each and every channel was chruning out mythologicals. At one time, there were three channels running a serial each on Lord Hanuman! Had the audience become so religious minded all of a sudden.

The Indian TV audience atleast to me werent so selective about the serials, ever. It was always that most of the middle class Indian families had their dinner during the prime time serials( 2100hrs – 2200 hrs slot) slot. And anything that was ok, was fine.

Then why this surge? Because, all the base story was there beforehand. All they had to do was find some good ‘authentic’ sources, mish mash them, and just churn them on. No copyright issues, no plagiarism issues. All that legal camaraderie can just go to …

And now i see the channels jumping onto the reality show bandwagon. Why? All the drama is provided by the participants themselves, with no need of any bound script. Its livewire action. And with miles of footage available, the creative heads are always at the command to edit the sequences as they see useful. And ofcourse, with a voyeur in everyone, who would not like to have a peep at others miseries too? And the channels are laughing all the way to the banks.

The audience as usual doesnt mind this much. A mealtime half an hour of stupidity, it can put up with.

I recommend reading ‘House Arrest’ by Ben Elton on some hilarious views on reality TV.

todays’s /usr/games/fortune(s)

  • Ginsberg’s Theorem:
    (1) You can’t win.
    (2) You can’t break even.
    (3) You can’t even quit the game.

    Freeman’s Commentary on Ginsberg’s theorem:
    Every major philosophy that attempts to make life seem
    meaningful is based on the negation of one part of Ginsberg’s
    Theorem. To wit:

    (1) Capitalism is based on the assumption that you can win.
    (2) Socialism is based on the assumption that you can break even.
    (3) Mysticism is based on the assumption that you can quit the game.

  • Why a man would want a wife is a big mystery to some people. Why a man
    would want *two* wives is a bigamystery.
  • Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.
    — Dr. Karl Bowman
  • The older a man gets, the farther he had to walk to school as a boy.
  • You see things; and you say “Why?”
    But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?”
    — George Bernard Shaw, “Back to Methuselah”
    [No, it wasn’t J.F. Kennedy. Ed.]

— IIIT —

What can i say here? These 4 years of my life as a students untouched by the role of professionalism. Fun. Disappointments.

At the end, it turned out like nothing i ever thought it would be. It neither turned out exactly what i thought it would be like. But at the end, all i can muster to say is ‘Wow’.

I lived there. I learned to live. I learned to love myself, learn about myself. And the most important of all, the discovery of myself, strengths and weaknesses alike.

There’s quiet a bit of blogging activity going on amongst the students of IIIT particular the ju’s of our batch. And thats not surprising though, considering what a techie chaps they are.

Ill put in the consolidate list here soon….Do check this space.