The first time I saw her she was mesmerizing! I kept waiting
for her to appear. I just could not take my eyes off her. It was in the movie Desi Boyz that I first noticed
Chitrangada Singh Randhawa. I had seen her earlier movies like Hazaron Khwahishe Aisi and Sorry
Bhai but had never been able to find her name. I have found her extremely
pretty. Now, when I say this to my friends, some of them start a discussion on
how she is hot and not pretty or how she is pretty and not hot. How do I care?
I just like her and find her really pretty in my own way. It is a heart breaker
that she is married, and even if she was not she would never notice me. But the
fact remains a fact – she looks fabulous! Thanks to a dear friend of mine, I
had an opportunity today to watch her on the TV in an award show. She was
simply mesmerizing! Maybe one day I shall meet her and then I shall tell her
how pretty she is – however cheezy that might sound!
Life is so full of surprises, so full of stories. It has its ups and it has its downs. But it is worth living and a journey worth making, So, bon voyage...
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
The Refugee Syndrome
My grandparents came to the present West Bengal from what is
now Bangladesh during the 1940s, just before the holocaust of partition.
Thereafter, till 1982, various other relatives have slowly come over and
settled down in West Bengal, mostly around Calcutta. Various families have
fared differently. Some have become richer, and some have been driven to the
brink of starvation. Since childhood I have been listening to the conversations
of the family elders and others who had come over as refugees. From my experience,
I have come to the conclusion that there is a pattern in the fortune of the
refugees. There are obviously exceptions and this hypotheses cannot be
applicable to other refugee communities at this moment.
The people who have prospered after coming to West Bengal
are generally those who had nothing when they were in East Bengal or who lost
everything in the partition. The ones who could not fare well were generally
from well-to-do families in East Bengal or those who could save something from
the partition. The people who had nothing or lost everything had nothing to
lose in the new land. They did not discriminate between dignified or
undignified labour and took up whatever employment came their way and whatever
opportunity were afforded them to make some money to subsist. Their zeal to
survive at all cost saw them work day and night and change their fortunes over
a span of a decade.
People coming from a well-to-do family did not take up just
any unemployment as they did not have to worry about subsistence and social
status was still higher on their priority list. They gave up opportunities and
most of them slowly began sinking into poverty unlike the other group.
Obviously there are exceptions to this generalization but
the majority follows this trend. This could also be true for refugees elsewhere
but without thorough knowledge about those communities and their background no
generalization can be applied. In the absence of any other compelling reason, I
believe that it is the force of physical survival and social status that
determined the future of the people who migrated to West Bengal from East
Bengal.
I am always open to new ideas and would appreciate inputs
and suggestions. I am reading more on this subject as of now and shall modify
my hypotheses as and when necessary.
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Johnny English Reborn (2011)
This issue of Johnny English is not as hilarious as the last one but Rowan Atkinson rocks!!! There are a number of very funny scenes but the movie becomes a drag at a number of places. The women - Gillian Anderson and Rosamund Pike - do not have much role to play but they look pretty throughout. But this movie is surely not for people who do not like Mr Bean in any of his avatars. The plot is pretty straight forward and everyone is in place but the end result id not very engrossing. For people who really like Mr Bean, they will find many occasions to laugh and might even enjoy the movie. I for one liked it but not as much as I had liked the first part.
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Camtica 4.3
Camtica enables you to create professional screen
recordings, presentations, tutorials and more. You can record any
desktop activity with voice, webcam and animated mouse clicks. The
resulting video can be saved in various formats including AVI and WMV.
Why do you need Camtica?
* To create professional screen recordings, demonstrations, presentations, screencasts, tutorials and more
* To generate effective videos that help you train, teach, sell and more
* To create demonstration videos for any software program
* To show customers how to use your product
* To create on-demand interactive training, tutorials for school or college class
* To create a set of videos answering your most frequently asked questions
* To share your recordings on YouTube, Screencast.com and other videos sites
Features:
* Records entire desktop, selected rectangle region, dynamic region around mouse cursor, webcam
* Records anything on the screen including windows, objects, menus, full screen and rectangular regions
* Records desktop screen with audio and webcam together - personalizing your videos by including a webcam movie of yourself over * your desktop at any position
* Records video chats, Skype video calls, games, flash movies played on sites
* Mouse highlighting spotlights the location of the cursor
* Records video in many video file formats including AVI and WMV
* Supports various video and audio codecs
* Free support and advice
* Free lifetime updates and upgrades
* System requirements: Windows XP/2000/2003/Vista/Windows 7
It’s easy to use as one, two, three.
You may get more information about Camtica 4.3 here:
http://jiteco.com/screen_ recorder_software.html
Here is a link to download Camtica 4.3:
http://jiteco.com/download/ camtica/camtica.exe
Try it first and then decide for yourself. I am quite satisfied with this. Have fun.
Why do you need Camtica?
* To create professional screen recordings, demonstrations, presentations, screencasts, tutorials and more
* To generate effective videos that help you train, teach, sell and more
* To create demonstration videos for any software program
* To show customers how to use your product
* To create on-demand interactive training, tutorials for school or college class
* To create a set of videos answering your most frequently asked questions
* To share your recordings on YouTube, Screencast.com and other videos sites
Features:
* Records entire desktop, selected rectangle region, dynamic region around mouse cursor, webcam
* Records anything on the screen including windows, objects, menus, full screen and rectangular regions
* Records desktop screen with audio and webcam together - personalizing your videos by including a webcam movie of yourself over * your desktop at any position
* Records video chats, Skype video calls, games, flash movies played on sites
* Mouse highlighting spotlights the location of the cursor
* Records video in many video file formats including AVI and WMV
* Supports various video and audio codecs
* Free support and advice
* Free lifetime updates and upgrades
* System requirements: Windows XP/2000/2003/Vista/Windows 7
It’s easy to use as one, two, three.
You may get more information about Camtica 4.3 here:
http://jiteco.com/screen_
Here is a link to download Camtica 4.3:
http://jiteco.com/download/
Try it first and then decide for yourself. I am quite satisfied with this. Have fun.
Friday, 6 January 2012
Shaolin (2011)
This is a wonderful movie to say the least. I have always liked Chinese movies as they have a wonderful way of narrating, but this is by far the best Chinese movie that I have seen. It has brilliantly combined a wonderful storyline with classic Kung Fu action. You will also have the privilege of seeing Jackie Chan in action.
The story is set during the Warlord era in China when the West has just started laying railway lines there and establishing their power using the fragmented state of the politics. Andy Lau puts in a brilliant performance in the lead role and the background score is wonderful. If you are looking just for an action flick, this is definitely not the movie for you because, even though there are some pretty awesome action sequences, it is the story that prevails. If you take my advice, read the history of China before watching this movie. That way you will enjoy it more.
The story is set during the Warlord era in China when the West has just started laying railway lines there and establishing their power using the fragmented state of the politics. Andy Lau puts in a brilliant performance in the lead role and the background score is wonderful. If you are looking just for an action flick, this is definitely not the movie for you because, even though there are some pretty awesome action sequences, it is the story that prevails. If you take my advice, read the history of China before watching this movie. That way you will enjoy it more.
The Name
My feet were freezing. The wind blew
strong. The sun was shining brightly on the building in front of me but I was
in the shade. Winter in Delhi is cold, very cold, and I was freezing – at least
that was what my almost blue feet were indicating. I kept staring at the
balcony on the building opposite mine on the floor above mine.
College in Delhi was fun and winter meant
running off to my grandparents flat in Dwarka. Their sprawling flat on the 7th
floor was a piece of heaven. I was the prince of the house and grandmother
spared no efforts to pamper me. There was cable television, air condition,
geyser, and my favourite – the balcony overlooking the sprawling fields that
had been marked for new construction. I loved sitting on the balcony. The sun
shone brightly throughout the afternoon and you could see far into the
distance. Sometimes the aircraft from the nearby airport could be seen gliding
in to land. It was mesmerizing. I always waited desperately for winter to come
so that I could go there.
The flat had three balconies and I almost
never ventured to the others as they were shaded from the warm winter sun. That
winter was no different. I came the very day my college closed for the winter
vacations, armed with a couple of books to read while I spent time on the
balcony.
With the sun shining brightly on the
balcony and after taking a hot bath, I arranged the two red plastic chairs so
that I could rest my feet on one and sat back closing my eyes. Minutes later my
grandmother woke me up. She wanted me to remove a few articles from the balcony
that lay in the shade, which was basically used as the godown. I showed my
irritation at the prospect of having to leave the warmth but she kept on
pestering me sweetly and finaly bribed me into going there with the promise of
a special treat for dinner.
The balcony was cold. It was piled with
junk. It was not the place I would like to spend an extra second in. I rummaged
through the various boxes looking for the jacket that my grandmother said was
there. There was this cardboard box that was sealed and I began to have a
strong suspicion that the jacket was in it. I poked the box from all sides and
I felt something soft inside. I caught hold of the box and heaved it off the
ground – well, only the box came up and everything inside it burst out as the
base gave way. I was furious. That was when I heard that soft giggle.
It came from an angel standing on the
balcony of the building opposite ours and a floor above. She had been watching
me and could not control herself. She put her hand on her mouth to stop
giggling when she saw that I was looking at her. She was beautiful. She was the
most beautiful girl I had ever seen. The sun shone brightly on her face and I
could see her eyes twinkling. She was magical. Her jet black hair that she was
trying to comb blew in the air. I forgot where I was or the sense of anything.
I was completely mesmerized by her. My grandmother broke my trance by screaming
at me from inside. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Reluctantly I went back
inside.
My grandmother was very surprised when I
came inside empty handed. I had completely forgotten about the jacket. This
made me very happy and I rushed back to the balcony. She was not there but the
jacket was – lying on the floor below a few other things. I checked my watch.
It was one thirty in the afternoon.
The next day I took my bath quite early in
the morning. My favourite balcony was no more my favourite. I had to see this
girl again. I stationed myself at the balcony in the shade from noon onwards
and tried to look busy by shifting through the stuff there but keeping a sharp
eye on the balcony above. Time seemed to stand still and the cold drove me mad
but I grit my teeth and stayed put. It was around one in the afternoon that she
came onto the balcony in a blue dress. Her hair was wet and blew in the wind.
She did her best to dry her hair in the sun and comb it. I tried to look busy
but found it hard to look away from her. She looked more beautiful than the
first time I had seen her. I could feel the cold no more but could only hear my
heart beating in my throat. After a long time she took notice of me and smiled.
I smiled back and the smile stuck to my face. She kept on combing her hair till
she had tied it properly. Then she gave me a wave that sent my heart flying
away and went in. I was in love and madly so.
She always came to the balcony at around
one and combed and dried her hair. My whole day was spent waiting for the
afternoon when I would see her on the balcony. I could not sleep or pay
attention to anything. My grandmother thought I had taken ill as I spent too
much time in the balcony in the shade. She wondered aloud what I found so
interesting in the garbage dumped there. I said nothing as I registered
nothing. It was only her face that kept me company when I was awake or asleep.
I tried my best to impress her. I went to the balcony with a book and leaned on
to the railing pretending to read intently but I kept staring at her through
the corner of my eyes. Someday she wore yellow, someday pink, but she looked
the prettiest in blue. It was always the same routine, she smiled at me, I
smiled back, I kept looking at her while she combed her hair, she waved at me,
I waved back, and then she went in. We never talked. I tried desperately to
talk but my throat dried up whenever she looked at me. I perspired and my brain
would stop working. What could I do, I was in love. I spent ten days looking at
her standing in the balcony combing her hair. I even caught a cold, but who
cares. Those half hours of those ten days were gloriously beautiful.
On the eleventh day she did not come,
neither did she come to the balcony on the twelfth. It was almost time for my
college to reopen and I had just two days to see her and maybe talk to her or at
least ask her name. I stood on the freezing balcony throughout the morning and
afternoon hoping to catch a glimpse of her but the balcony remained empty. I
thought several times that I would go to the other building and enquire about
her but I was scared. Scared of what I do not know but I could not make myself
go to that building. I just stood on that balcony playing out in my mind over
and over again what I would say to her when I saw her. Was she elder to me? Was
she younger? Did she have a boyfriend? Was she married? What was her name?
Where did she study? Will she like me? Will she think I am desperate? Will she
talk to me? How will her voice sound? Can she sing? How beautiful her eyes are,
but does she wear spectacles? How will she look with spectacles? Does she like
books? Movies? Where is she from? There were so many questions and so many
probable answers. But she never came. I just stood there on that cold balcony
waiting for a glimpse of her. She never came and I never went.
I came back to my college hostel. Life
resumed but that girl on the balcony remains on my mind even after so many
years. Her black hair, the sun on her face, her twinkling eyes, the dimple on
her right cheek! What would I not give for another half an hour on that balcony
watching her comb her hair. But I never enquired after her. I was afraid –
afraid of what I do not know and cannot explain. All I know is that however
much I tried I could not bring myself to go to that building. I just loved her
from that balcony.
My grandmother passed away that year and my
grandfather sold the flat and moved back to Kolkata. I never got a chance to go
back to that balcony and watch that angel of a girl comb her hair in the sun. I
never knew her name. I just saw her smile and I was in love.
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