I saw the movie Metro recently - was a great movie, overall. Irrfan Khan and Konkona were really good, made the movie worth watching!
Spoiler Warning- Anyone who cares about waching the movie, dont read this post, its got half the story. For those who already have read it before - sorry!
However I'm not the type to write movie reviews and stuff, far from it actually. What struck me in the movie, however, was the kind of attitude displayed by Shilpa's husband, the character Ranjeet (Kay Kay Menon) in the movie.
First of all, he's having an afair with a 20-something in his office, and been sleeping with her for a long time. This causes him no qualms at all, in fact he thinks he deserves it, blaming Shilpa for his unhappiness in marriage. So, far, still ok. Later in the movie, he thinks that Shilpa has come to know about the affair. Now he starts acting up, says sorry, asks her to forgive him, says it was 'just a mistake', and claims that since there was no emotional involvement, everything is fine!! Even now, you might be tempted to give him the benefit of doubt, thinking that he is truly repentant. Shilpa however, had no idea of all this, and she had been upset about something else - her own attraction towards another guy. She now says pretty much the same things that Ranjeet had said, with the difference that her 'affair' consisted only of meting that guy over a few weeks. At this, Ranjeet flares up, and starts accusing her of anything and everything, saying he will not tolerate this kind of behaviour, No matter that just a few minutes ago, he was begging her forgiveness for the same kind of, or probably a graver 'mistake'. His huge male ego hurt, he storms out of the house. It's bad enough at this point, but typical Indian male behaviour nonetheless.
Later, when the chick decides to leave him (as obviously she should have long back, since he was just using her anyways ) he now comes back to his wife, expecting an open armed welcome!! What a chauvinist pig! The bad part is, Shilpa really takes him back into her life, choosing 'marriage' over Shiny Ahuja, the guy she had a kinda affair with. Why she does that, was beyond me... I suppose the whole 'Indian Marriage' should survive kinda thing.
And the point is, so many guys still have this warped definition of loyalty, what is expected from a woman is so totally different from what's expected from a man! Totally sucks...
Monday, May 28, 2007
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Road Rage
Everything's been said and nothing done about the state of roads in Pune. They keep going from bad to worse, and when you think it can't possibly get worse that the state they are in, the PMC promptly obliges by digging up a few more! Curently Karve road has been dug up, so has Paud road, parts of Law college road - to sum it up, making life hell for someone like me who has totravel from Kothrud to COEP everyday :( And rains now, to add to our woes. Came across this wonderful pic that says it all - from this site. A picture indeed, worth a thousand words this one..
Monday, May 14, 2007
Coming back to an empty house...
...was something I had never done, till a few days back.
Having grown in a family with a grandmom, this concept was completely alien to me. She was always there, kind of like a constant factor even if everything else changed. For the last few months though, she was completely bedridden, and yet the fact remained that she was there, a reassuring presence if nothing else. She passed away a month back, and I still cannot get used to coming home and seeing the empty room.
Had one of these really interesting and insightful discussions with Sangram a few days back, which made me write this post in the first place. The conversation started off quite normally, but then veered towards the Virginia shoot out, and ended up at how people generally react to someone close/not so close to them dying. I have always thought that I am more indifferent than most people, call it less sensitive, hard hearted, or anything else you like. But I generally never get emotional about something too easily. It was probably true of the time when aaji passed away too. The tears did not come for a long time. I was possibly the only one among my cousins to be so composed. And it was eating me from inside... Why did I not feel about it as much as all of them? I tried reasoning with myself-it was not really a shock for me, having been with her all of that morning, maybe it was just the fact that I was there all along, and when everyone else came, I was consoling others rather than crying myself. But inspite of it all, it still bothered me.
And then I had that discussion sometime later with Sangram, during which I realised that it is very natural to react the way I did perhaps. How does someone's death really affect us? Missing the person in your day-to-day life, going over all the memories, regretting things you did not do... And the practical aspects are as important as the emotional ones. Small things remind me again and again that aaji is no longer here-stuff like leaving for an exam and habitually going to her room, namaskar karayla...
For almost 2-3 years, aaji has been quite ill. There were so many things she gradually stopped doing - she always used to tell me (when I was younger) and my sis stories at bedtime, she used to prepare our dabbas for school, it was always aaji, and nt my mom, who would prepare ambatvaran coz we both liked her's so much beter than mom's! All this stopped years back, but I remember it all now. It's strange really, but its her death which caused me to think about all of those things i missed, I never missed them when she was here.
And its been a long enough senti post, so I'll wrap it up with just this - life always goes on no matter what... I am not too un-emotional, or atleast not the only one who is. And I prefer it this way infinitely rather than wallowing in hypocritical grief. There are moments when I get emotional too, but they are few and far between, and I prefer it that way!
Having grown in a family with a grandmom, this concept was completely alien to me. She was always there, kind of like a constant factor even if everything else changed. For the last few months though, she was completely bedridden, and yet the fact remained that she was there, a reassuring presence if nothing else. She passed away a month back, and I still cannot get used to coming home and seeing the empty room.
Had one of these really interesting and insightful discussions with Sangram a few days back, which made me write this post in the first place. The conversation started off quite normally, but then veered towards the Virginia shoot out, and ended up at how people generally react to someone close/not so close to them dying. I have always thought that I am more indifferent than most people, call it less sensitive, hard hearted, or anything else you like. But I generally never get emotional about something too easily. It was probably true of the time when aaji passed away too. The tears did not come for a long time. I was possibly the only one among my cousins to be so composed. And it was eating me from inside... Why did I not feel about it as much as all of them? I tried reasoning with myself-it was not really a shock for me, having been with her all of that morning, maybe it was just the fact that I was there all along, and when everyone else came, I was consoling others rather than crying myself. But inspite of it all, it still bothered me.
And then I had that discussion sometime later with Sangram, during which I realised that it is very natural to react the way I did perhaps. How does someone's death really affect us? Missing the person in your day-to-day life, going over all the memories, regretting things you did not do... And the practical aspects are as important as the emotional ones. Small things remind me again and again that aaji is no longer here-stuff like leaving for an exam and habitually going to her room, namaskar karayla...
For almost 2-3 years, aaji has been quite ill. There were so many things she gradually stopped doing - she always used to tell me (when I was younger) and my sis stories at bedtime, she used to prepare our dabbas for school, it was always aaji, and nt my mom, who would prepare ambatvaran coz we both liked her's so much beter than mom's! All this stopped years back, but I remember it all now. It's strange really, but its her death which caused me to think about all of those things i missed, I never missed them when she was here.
And its been a long enough senti post, so I'll wrap it up with just this - life always goes on no matter what... I am not too un-emotional, or atleast not the only one who is. And I prefer it this way infinitely rather than wallowing in hypocritical grief. There are moments when I get emotional too, but they are few and far between, and I prefer it that way!
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