Chemistry

Recently Aadi, Pooja & I came up with a theory about Ash & Abhi’s wedding. We had every aspect dissected from “of course it’s Amitah Bachchan’s orders that Abhishek is following” to “Ohh!!!Aishwarya is just trying to grab Bachchan as her family name” .

*Please note that extra care was taken to maintain the true scientific spirit in deriving at the truth. (Of course me and Pooja think that Gossip is no less than any scientific/ historical area of research and needs a proper dissection which we do with full rigor every evening. Apparently some people (Aadi, Raunak etc.) don’t believe that it’s of any importance and is all a waste of time but we don’t really get bothered by the skeptics ).

So, after days of meticulous research(Pooja’s personal accounts of Ash’s college days as Arti(Pooja’s sister) used to go to the same college; several interviews- on video & on paper; detailed analysis of photos and discussions with peers in the same field (moms- both mine & Pooja’s)) and reviewing collected data (pictures; Film-Fare videos etc. and past incidences) the only conclusion that fits well is that Aish and Abhi have no other reason to marry each other than what seems to be a true friendship.

Yesterday, me and Pooja stumbled across this picture which according to us just said it all.

Pooja and I think that this marriage is the story of a simple woman who herself is not able to get over the beauty of her destiny in contrast to her past. The matter of fact is that after a beating & bratty boyfriend Salman Khan (or loving …whatever. I don’t consider beating as any form of love no matter what) and a very much strident & childish Vivek Oberoi with his omg-I-have-got-Ash-as-my-girlfriend attitude splashed all over media, Aish finally has met a man who seems to be as simple as herself and elegant enough to hold her several feet tall image as a star, miss world & a well acclaimed beauty all around the world. Of cours, how they fell in love with each other would have been an extraordinary set of events. I think there was considerable chemistry between them in Guru which is a proof of them being really close to each other…

humph!

I guess we the people, fans or haters, will never be able to stop speculating or see the ordinary reasons behind this marriage- that this marriage has no other ulterior motives behind it other than love that can happen any time; that there was nothing gained or lost by anyone and that it was a decision taken by two mature adults for we, like to see our stars in the extraordinary light of scandals and motives far more complicated than our own and that is the main reason why there is a billion dollar industry thriving on these scandals and what people call derogatorily as “gossipmongering”.

Worlds within Rowling’s brain

This weekend was all about wizardry. We ran a Harry Potter-othon as Pooja hadn’t seen any of the HPs and we were planning to go Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix this Sunday. No need to say that I have a HP hangover and no points for guessing that this blog entry is about JK Rowling written in a complete bewitched state of mind.

While I was watching the movie I imagined how Rowling would have sat with several cups of coffee researching meticulously about wizardry, magic spells, alchemy, dragons, weird animals and so much more and then weaving an emotional, humorous, mature, dark and innocent story (humph!) out of it. The cost of writing such a well furnished series, I am assuming, would be days of deliberately planned and self inflicted delusions; hyper-caffeinated sleepless nights and several hours of maintaining a balance between an imapctfull use of language and a heightened childlike imagination. But to Rowling, it doesn’t seem like a cost. To her it’s like investing into that which she truly loves- imagining and writing what she imagines. [to understand this I'd suggest reading her biography.] Umm…I am guessing 200% profit? It’s evident that she is one of those who don’t write because they just had a great idea to write about… or are good with language, but who write because they simply love to write and create.

A small aspect of being the author of a series like Harry Potter ( the other aspects are of course beyond the comprehension and understanding of us mere mortals) is the quality to live two rather paradoxical perspectives- that of the writer controlling the characters and of the character’s being controlled by the writer. Although most of the novelists have to do this, but in novels like HP, where the intensity of the two worlds (real & imaginary) is equally sharp, one has to really be mental(in Ron Weasley’s sense ) to be able to merge them . The natural flow with which the story moves seems as if Rowling was not working on a story but just watching her story write itself- as if in this way its living its own life- very much conscious and unraveling by falling, running, crying and laughing on its own whims & ironies.

Sometimes I wish I can get into heads like Rowling’s to just see the process of this creation of hers where she has so miraculously intertwined reality and dreams at several planes with the help of its characters satiating ones wildest imaginations and being as real as they are magical. (perfect!! I had promised myself that I will not use the word magic in writing this blog!!! Whisper the concepts to people…not spell it out and that is the sign of a great wizard… author!! Oh well!! I guess next time )

Anyways… after 20 hours (yes 20 full-home-grown-crisp & grilled hours) of harry potter in these two days have left me feeling that Rowling is indeed a sorcerer herself…casting spells on not only her readers and characters but also on herself…because you see…only magic(I did it again!! X-( ) can create magic(whatever).

Today’s Hurdle: Lord Voldemort ..hehe all right all right…laziness.

What did I do: 20 lapse. Not bad…yeah?

To love…with betrayal

I am sorry. I am sorry to all those guys who I have dated, played with, and never returned to. I am sorry to all those painful nights I gave you when I flirted with your best friend and made you burn with jealousy. I am sorry for acting like a schoolgirl and crying on your shoulders at times and then being a feminist and not giving a shit to what you think when you have consciously or unconsciously tried to clip my wings. I am sorry that I used you as my gopher, took your help to buy some electronics/shares/anything to do with sensible use of money and never gave you enough right to even know who I am dating or going out with. I am sorry for flirting with you to drive you to the point of craziness and then tell you that we are the best friends on this earth and that you would spoil our friendship by proposing to me for love/marriage.

 

I am sorry for being in love with you but never taking it seriously enough to the point of considering marriage because I couldn’t see you as the father of my kids. I am sorry for not considering you to be the perfect man /man enough for me. I am sorry for constantly comparing you to my more than perfect brother/father. I am sorry for subjecting you to their scrutiny and my inability to fight with them for you with a sense of whole-heartedness.

 

I am sorry that I would never be able to share your enthusiasm for PC Games or electronic gadgets and I am sorry that I can never understand your love for those ugliness-depicted-in-it’s-most-hideous-form genre of movies. I am sorry that I can’t feel any attraction towards you if you aren’t a good conversationalist and I am sorry that I expected you to understand anything when it’s an established fact that men are instinctively/ emotionally a challenged species.

 

I will always be sorry about the fact that I would never understand your lust for power or your first instinct to resort to physical violence if things don’t happen your way. I am sorry that I would never be able to understand your way of loving me and being protective when it includes beating me up and distrusting me. I am sorry that I would never understand as to what freedom or choice you are talking about when the pleasure of sex is for both of us and the responsibility of an accidental pregnancy just for me. I am sorry for wearing the kind of clothes that made me look attractive and that weakened your senses so much that it made you act in the most lecherous way possible. I am sorry I can never understand your need to concentrate on my breasts while you are talking to me.And at last, I am sorry that I don’t feel the need to understand/consider the word “impractical” when you use it to categorize my desire to take up F1 racing as my career because you have this weird & wrong notion that women are bad drivers in general.

 

Red Museum

First of all, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my swimming buddy Bhushan for gifting me a set of Stephan hawking DVDs on my birthday. They are exactly what I needed at this time of dismay i.e., when the depression of “searching for the meaning of my life” has suddenly hit me after looking at indeed.com for the kind of jobs that I would want to do. Now before it gets into that classical loop of “I am so depressed” let me skip to that part of my life which is not pathetic. It’s about this book that I am reading

“Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life by Jon Lee Anderson”.

It’s the biography of the Argentine Hero Ernest Che Guevara. The two things that got me interested in Che’s life were the movie Motorcycle Diaries and Tony’s (a friend) insistence.

I can go on and on about how good the book is but it’s better to read the book itself than reading my version of it. The author has done an excellent job in penning Che’s most extensive account ever. It has every detail of the Cuban revolution- from Castro’s diplomatic moves during Batista’s regime to the number of food cans that the rebels army had while they were fighting the war.

I think I know why I like Che- I love genius in any form. May it be Mulder or Scully; Cardano’s weird lifestyle, or belligerent Bernoulli brothers- I love to listen to geniuses and I am ready to take their whims as an act of nature balancing an incredible brain.

Che’s ferocious appetite for knowledge; his fight with his severe asthma; his mental transformation from being a doctor to being an rebel- everything about him is extraordinary. Some people flinch at his name because of all the atrocities attributed to him but there’s something undeniable- it’s the fact that he wasn’t a mindless murderer with the crazy notion that all people of a particular sect must die. He was a well read; self criticizing and a sharp amazing guerrilla leader who could not tolerate depravity in any form- may it be soul or body and he had his precise and clear introspection for defining such words. Che, according to me, was someone with all the craziness in his head that pulsed like a passionate heart- and that passionate heart belonged to the people he set his life to fight for.

Every revolution has its beauty and a point of elegance and the beauty of Cuban Revolution lied in the friendship of Fidel Castro and Che. The way they both communicated and understood each others principles was mesmerizing. This book also turned out to be a good icebreaker on an educated “first person” explanation of the concept of Communism. I still hate the theory. It has always been started as a reaction to some atrocity and there are better ways to topple dictators than to start looting everything in the name of “peoples’ needs”.

Someone had once said to me,

“You know girl, for someone who’s a big fan of objectivism, you’ve a hard time being objective. Your view follows the classic dictum that people don’t see things as they are, but rather as _they_ are (former being things, latter being people).”

I think he was right. I do think that people see things as they are and maybe this is where I am wanting when it comes to being a true fan of the philosophy of Objectivism as understood by him. My mutiny lies in the fact that I dare to like a personality like Che’s even after disagreeing with his philosophy. In some way I find him similar to Rand’s dichotomous character Andrie Tagnov who was carved out of the ideals that she so ardently was an apologist of but followed a philosophy totally against her own. Why I think that this is the purest form of Objectivism is a topic for another blog. But before I finish this blog entry let me come back to my life – my puny inconsequential life where biggest threats are kernel crashes that my device driver code causes every time I try to do something rebellious with it.

Today’s Hurdle: Time issues. Wednesday blues (:-S if there’s such a thing)

What did I do: Running with my fists clenched!! I neeeed to be able to run faster!!!