Whims published... It's not an expert's opinion, It's not an online diary, It's not a web journal... It is just my whims published

Prashi, Byre, Pujar and me visited MelukoTe last weekend. I faintly remember visiting this place during my high school days.

We had to travel by KSRTC bus, as Pujar was not confident enough to drive his newly bought Santro on the highway and the rest of us had done a ‘crash’ course in driving [pun intended]. There are very few direct buses to MelukoTe from Majestic. Reliable sources had suggested to catch a bus to ManDya and then any private bus from there to MelukoTe.

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We reached ManDya late and upon that we got to wait long for the bus to MelukoTe. The place is 35 kms from ManDya. After waiting nearly for an hour, a crazy thot of hiring 4 bicycles and peddling to MelukoTe occurred to us. This insanely crazy thot was proposed by Pujar and watered by me and Byre. Prashi had to drift towards the majority. Even the hot Sun failed to despise our enthusiasm. We went to a nearby bicycle shop and asked for 4 bicycles. The guy refused to give bicycles on rent to unknown people.

We had to drop the idea and resumed waiting for the bus. After a long wait, heavily crowded bus chugged in front. We decided to sit on roof of the bus! We had tried this once before in one of our previous trips and had enjoyed that journey. All climbed to the roof and played all monkey pranks on each other throughout the journey. We did not even bother to care for the reaction from the local fellow roof top travelers.

We reached MelukoTe around 2:30 PM. Thanks to the guy who refused to give us bicycles on rent, after all 35kms is not possible a distance to peddle! We visited the famous KalyaNi first. Many Kannada movie sequences and songs have been shot there near that KalyaNi. Then we marched towards the Yoganarasimha Swamy temple, climbing few hundreds of steps. We were lucky to get the darshan as the temple closed for lunch soon after we got the darshan.

We hogged in a pretty decent hotel. Then we visited famous Cheluvanarayana Swamy temple. Then we visited Raya gopura and Library & Sanskrit College.

Prashi said he came across a line of text while digging for the info about MelukoTe in net. It reads ‘MelukoTe is a town where time stands still’. Having experienced the serenity of the place, we all had nod to that statement. Indeed it is a place where time stands still!

• If you object to this philosophy and say it was a blunder to concede 319 runs when we bowled… I’ve an answer for that. I would like to say, There’s absolutely no mistake of ours in conceding 319 runs! U know why, cos in this game we never get to bowl!!!! Call it poorvarjitha karma or results of the previous matches played. But its true. Just the target of 320 is set for us. We are just given a chance to chase…

• The opponents for us are again chosen according to the whims of THE BOSS above. Its their luck if ppl get to chase 320 against Zimbabwe or against Aussies. U can either crib about ur fate or be valiant in chasing the target

• After all, all of 320 runs can’t come from your willow right? Dats why life is called as a team game. The other members of ur team could be your parents, relatives, frnds and acquaintances
  

• There’s no point in chasing the target if there is no planned approach to achieve it

• U cant afford to slow down [forget relaxing] after scoring 100 runs in 1st 10 Overs. There’s is still 220 runs to chase in 40 overs dude… Keep validating your current run rate with the required run rate after every 5 overs. This is like meeting the short term goals towards achieving that one big long term dream.

• Stealing a quick single is as important as sending a bad ball over the rope for a boundary. The value of a quick single is known only when we lose the match by a single run.

• Its pressure every moment, U need to score more than 6 runs a over no matter what.. no matter who is the bowler

• An out swinger outside the off stump is always tempting, but never try it unless ur sure of hitting it hard

• Its easy get carried away by the applause and cheering of the crowd soon after you hit a maximum. But wait and control your aggression, take a deep breath and then play the next ball wisely

• U never know .. U may get out soon.... U may get run out cos of ur partner’s wrong call, u may get bowled for a googly. After all the courage and conviction, u might even fall prey for wrong decision by umpire. Tough luck, nothing can be done abt it… U just have to return to pavilion. That’s part n parcel of the game

• Look up to the facts and figures from history. SA chased 434 successfully against Aussies. So 320 is difficult but not an impossible target.

Jagadish encouraged me to pick few novels of JHC. After doing some initial investigation in net I purchased 2 novels. Though Im not into reading crime thrillers, there is some thing about JHC that interested me into his novels. When I surfed for his books in a nearby bookshop, realized many of his books had the cover page of skimpily clad females! Must be considered naked during the time those books were published [1950s and 60s]. I did not want to pick novels with such cover pages, as I would have spent more time explaining to my cousins or parents that what I am reading is not porn or some thing but pure crime thrillers, than the actual time spent on reading the novel. I found Indian prints of the novels had less 'severe' cover pics, bought them. I could have borrowed these novels from any where, but I’ve a greed to own the things I like. I was also happy looking at the fatness of the book. If each novel was of 300-400 pgs each, any thriller of any sort wouldn’t have succeeded in keeping me glued to the book so long, neither would I have bought those novels.

When I started reading, what opened in front of me was a world of shrewd criminals, beautiful cunning blonds, rich old chaps with millions of insurance money, royal star hotels, martinis, vodkas, Cadillac, Rolls Royce, smoked salmon, never-heard-of dishes and what not. I started liking every bit of it. Generally we would read a thriller from police men’s/detective’s point of view or at least that was my assumption before I was introduced to JHC’s books. Most of his novels will let know the reader who the culprit is. But the question here is of perfect crime, that elusive perfect plot. Question is will the culprit be able to execute the so called perfect plan, or will s/he get caught..? what goes against his/her plans? Will s/he leave an easy stupid clue for police behind? These elements kept me glued to the book.

Johnny Gaddaar follows the same trick of letting know the viewer that Johnny is the culprit. The whole movie is about whether Johnny succeeds in his plan or not. That’s what makes the movie the best thriller I’ve seen till date in Bollywood.

Han.. coming back to JHC novels, I started with a novel called ‘There's always a price tag’. It was good. Then I read ‘Just a matter of time’, I liked this the most. The last book I finished was ‘I hold the four aces’. Which again was good.

I never thought some day I would go crazy on crime thrillers like this, reading 3 novels back to back to back :) Now have picked up the fourth one ‘You must be kidding’...

It was purely Imtiaz Ali, the director of the movie who drew me to watch this one. I was impressed by his first movie, Socha Na Tha. That was simply marvelous.

Had this notion about the plot of the movie, like strangers meeting during a journey and then falling in love and then marrying against the wishes of each others family and then living happily ever after. Though this might seem like already-told-1000-times bollywood potboiler plot, again I repeat it was my expectation pinned on the director that added Jab We Met to my must-watch list.

Jab We Met is the story of a foolhardy, innocent Punjabi girl Geet who wants to live life on her own terms and our hero, Aditya (Shahid) is the only son of a business tycoon whom Geet meets during a train journey.

Story takes the expected twist when both miss the train in one of the stations. Geet blames Aditya for missing the train and almost orders him to leave her to her actual destination, Bhatinda. This gives enough time and space for both to fall in love with each other. Its the situational comedy intelligently woven in the script and the simply silly Geet that keeps you engaged till the interval. Not to forget decently complementing Shahid for all those nice acts by Kareena. Let me tell more about Kareena later.

Having narrated the first half of the story nicely, I feared for the highly predictable second half to go in typical bollywood ishtyle. But Imtiaz intelligently avoids all the clichés of bollywood and saves Jab We Met from being just another average Hindi film. Kudos to filmmaker.

Thank God dis movie doesn’t have a duet between Geet and Anshuman [Geet’s boyfriend, played by Tarun Arora], Geet's family doesn’t play antakshari here, chintu-bantus of Geet's family don’t act as messengers between hero n heroine. Thank God these kiddos don’t even act as love gurus. These things make the movie jhara haTke.

Dialogues sprinkled with humor, fabulous music scored by Preetam. Guys you might have listened to ‘Ye ishq hai’, ‘tum se hi’ and ‘mauja hi mauja’ but do not ignore ‘aao ge jab tum’, soul stirringly sung by Ustaad Rashid Khan, Its an awesome song. That’s my favorite too.

I would call it as one of the best performances of Shahid and there is lovely Kareena. Let me make one point clear that Im not a fan of Kareena, rather I’ve loved to hate her for her roles in movies like K3G, Yaadein and Mujhe Kuchch Kehna Hain. But Geet is so so so adorable, that by the time the movie ends, any guy would have started loving Geet madly and in turn would have ended up started liking Kareena!!

Watch it guys, don miss it. Watch at least for the sake of sheer pleasure of watching Kareena in her best role till date.

FRI our team had been to Eagleton resort for the purpose of team building. I sat through bearing the torture of the day long presentations by our manager, pretending to be attentive and half heartedly participating in team building exercises. I have developed kinda indifference towards these team building activities blah blah.

The resort was good, serene and away from city headaches, had good food. While having lunch there, one of my colleagues mentioned about the tariff for family package per day there in resort. Thought came to my mind about taking amma, aanu along with paNNus family there to the resort some day. I would have done all this if aanu was well. I even had thoughts of taking aanu and amma to all the famous temples in and around Shimoga, Udupi etc etc. We also have many relatives there. But when the trip plan was still in air, all this happened. Now im still optimistic about taking them on temple darshans once aanu gets well.

Returned home, got involved in day to day routine. Me and Dinesh* uncle carried aanu to the hall to watch TV. We make aanu sit and watch TV for some hours in the evenings, otherwise it would be boring for him to sleep in the room and stare at the ceiling all day long. While aanu was sitting and watching TV, I went to akka's room to see Adithya. He was as usual making funny faces, pretending to cry, then playing, beating his hands against his own face and bed gently. I took few videos of him catching all his little sweet nothings. paNNu asked was aanu sitting out in hall watching TV? I nodded. She paused for a moment and said "why all this pain for us man..", sighed and continued "this shudnt have happened to aanu". I nodded again. I told her the thought that had came to mind about taking aanu and amma on temple darshans. As she also knew about my plan dat was in air and which was blown away by wind of fate, she said "yes man. Its not the age to suffer.. in this age, taking amma and aanu for such trips would have been ideal....". She paused indefinitely.

I came to my room to upload the videos of Aadithya to my PC from my cell. After uploading I happened to see all old pics in my PC. family get together pics, paNNu's marriage pics etc. In all of those pics aanu was seen, posing for the camera with full enthu. Felt a pinch in the heart seeing it. By the time I did all this, amma had fed dinner to aanu. Me and Dinesh uncle decided to take aanu back to room from hall. This time instead of we two carrying him to the room, we decided to make him walk till room [of course with mine and Dinesh uncle's support]. I donno what was wrong, may be aanu was not in mood to walk or something. He did not respond with his actions when we made him stand from the chair. He just let the paralysis affected left leg kinda hung in air. Neither holding it straight nor putting his body weight on it. Both me and uncle told him to straighten his leg. But he did not respond. I was kinda emotionally stirred after having dat talk with paNNu and seeing aanu's pics n all dat. It took me no moment to lose my temper. I raised my voice and told aanu,

"Come on aanu, u have to make an effort. If you show no interest in pyhsiotherapic exercises like this, You will never be able to walk!!!!!!!". Ohh God, I felt I shudnt have said the last thing. It was kinda very harsh for aanu. Dinesh uncle felt the severity of my words. He said the same to aanu in a gentle way in an effort to nullify my harsh words, "please Bhaavaji co-opearte. Make an effort to walk...". Aanu did not react to my ranting. May be he took the +ve side my anger or may be he would have not expressed his emotions. Then me and Dinesh uncle carried aanu back to the room, as he did not show interest to walk then.

We made aanu lie on his bed. I went to hall to keep aside the chair that we had carried aanu in. I could not bear the weight of the guilt of raising my voice against aanu. Came back to the room and said, "I am really really sorry aanu.... I shudnt have said it... Umm.. i dint mean it". I bent down to reach my lips on his left cheek. Gave a peck on his cheek. I repeated, "I am sorry.." and gave a peck on his right cheek also. I often kiss my parents considering this act as, as important as falling on their feet for seeking blessings. Its just a nice affectionate thing to do. But I had never kissed aanu seeking apology from him like this before.

aanu just smiled. He is always like that. There were many instances of interpreting his smile to be 'we are excused' by both me and paNNu in past. I did the same this time also.

I felt light after that moment.

Ya I was rude.. was harsh.. shudnt have said that thing to aanu. Understood its always easy to lose patience in such moments.. it needs courage to say sorry.. It feels as if the tonnes of guilt had been disembarked from heart after saying sorry....

*Dinesh uncle is my amma's bro. He has been staying with us and looking after aanu when Im not in house from the day aanu has fallen ill. He is an angel.. These kinda persons around make me feel God indeed exist. I will fall short of words to tell more about him

Woke up a bit early on SUN morning to get milk home from the nearby shop. Though had a good sleep last night, mind was cluttered with millions of thoughts.. happens some times. Freshened up. But dat dint help much. Walked out of the house carrying kettle in hand. Just a thought occurred to mind to sleep for few more hours after getting milk home. But decided not to waste a rarely earned Sunday morning. On the way back from milk shop, found quite a lot of people chanting in Sai Mandir. I just wondered what motivates these people to wake up so early on a Sun morning, freshen up and come to temple for prayer. Oh ya.. had forgotten, 'today is Vijayadashami'. Cos of the turbulence in house, any festival has lost the significance and the attention any festival deserves. It will be just another day.. and Vijayadashami was no different.

Got back home. Handed over the kettle of milk to amma and rode on my bicycle towards Sanky lake. Cycling is a good stress buster.. a long ride helps when mind is chaotic. Saw a happy couple wid their kid on its mom's lap in a car in one of the traffic signals. Felt nice to see that family.. must be a happy family on a drive enjoying the blabbering of their kid. Reached Sanky lake, parked bicycle and walked into the park. Walked amidst the brisk walking people, making a point dat I make way for people who wanted to overtake me.

From the opposite side an ex-neighbor of mine came jogging towards me. Just wanted to avoid him, but was forced to smile and say 'Hi' to him. After usual 'hows life', 'im fine', 'its been a long time since we met' talks, He said he joined his current company just 4 months back, after passing out fresh from the college. He uttered usual 'traffic is bad', 'distance is the only headache', other project humdrums etc etc. I expressed my solidarity with appropriately timed 'oh ya..', 'ya ur rite..'. Then greeted him 'bye' and walked ahead.

Sought for a stone bench facing the lake. Occupied the bench properly sprawling my limbs, did not wanted to share the bench with any stranger and indulge in unnecessary conversation with dem. I wanted to sit calmly. Then what came to my mind were train of thoughts..

Saw few gals walking, trying to shed those extra grams earned last week over the junk food. I wondered how these females get so much of time in life right from choosing those matching sweat shirts for track trousers to the hair band matching the color of their socks. Rather I admire their patience and the effort involved in dressing up. I admire any person who dresses up well, who has the sense to choose the right colored clothes for themselves. And wear them perfectly for the right occasions.

When I had newly joined as a fresher to my present company, was getting to see some of these senior team mates with loser-looks! With absolutely no dressing sense in those faded T-shirts and worn out jeans. Rarely smiling… with expressions as if the weight of the whole world is on their shoulders. But I feel petrified when I see a similar person as reflection, when I stand in front of the mirror now. Vairagya, what those guys had attained at the age of their early 30s, I seem to have attained it 5-6 yrs early in my life I feel.

Pst.. Pst.. I was getting succumbed to the chaos of mind. I tried to concentrate.. concentrate on what? I donno..

Started looking at the sweeper who was on rounds to clean the whole of park. I wondered what motivates him to get up early in the morning and come to work... to heap aside the litter.

An old couple passed off my bench walking with a pace dat could be called brisk for their age. I think the couple must have spent at least 30-35 yrs of togetherness. It must have been a good journey..

Taking off my eyes from the joggers around, I tried to concentrate.. concentrate on nothing. It was just an effort to bring the chaos in mind to rest and get back to the state of equilibrium.

Suddenly a thought about one of my team mates came to me. He always looks content bearing a pleasing smile all the time. He exudes this feeling all around which gives me complex every time I look into his eyes. I always feel his parents must be healthy. He must be having a loving beautiful wife [she must be good in bed]. But no one is spared with problems in life. May be he is just good in managing himself.. and his emotions well. Wat ever he is certainly better than me. He seems to have good control over the things around him.

Again I tried to concentrate.. concentrate on what.. I donno

Looked to my left. The empty stone bench to my left was now occupied by a 20 some thing guy.. He turned to me.. our eyes met. Oh holy shit! I could not meet his eyes even for a fraction of a second.. I saw a similar doomed expression in his eyes, the expression dat I see in my eyes when I stand in front of the mirror. Then I felt he must also be an unhappy soul.. unhappy for what? I donno..

Brushing all the thoughts aside, I again tried to concentrate... concentrate on nothing.

Few minutes later looked at the wristwatch. It was 10 minutes to 8. Felt its time to leave. Pulled my legs towards the gate. Started riding back home. Saw a guy holding the container of violin in an auto rickshaw. I just felt music indeed must be divine.. He must be feeling close to God when he plays violin. I just gave a thought whether I feel close to God when I sit and code in front of my comp... nyaaaa....no way..

Way back, had an apple juice in Adiga's. Reached home and started with the day's schedule.....

A correlation of events that happened with my family...

2 months ago:
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When paNNu * was nearly 2 months before her due date, all our family members had started speculating whether its going to be an arrival of a prince or princess. Nonetheless, none of us were gender biased, but each of us had our own petty reasons to justify why we feel we want a prince or a princess in our family.

There lives a female palmist in paNNu's apartment. That palmist has won faith of many families in the apartment and in that locality by her almost-right predictions. paNNu's in-laws also had faith in her predictions [as far as my personal opinions go, I had observed a mysterious sparkle in her eyes every time I see her]. Unable to contain their curiosity, paNNu's in-laws sought that palmist's opinion. That female said, 'there are going to be two little lives in your family soon'. paNNu and her in-laws excited by her prediction, asked her to reconfirm whether she meant twins? Though that astrologer did not give a firm yes. She nodded and smiled for that question.

Aug 18th:
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In 3rd week of Aug, aanu ** was affected by paralysis attack of left limbs. He was admitted to hospital, he had to undergo multiple brain scans. The cause was a major blood clot in the right side of the brain and there was also a minor bleeding, the root cause being the high blood pressure for all this. Though its minor haemorrhage to be precise in medical terminologies, the very word haemorrhage scares me like hell, hence i always settle with the phrase, minor bleeding in brain when I am explaining this incident to any one. The medication for clot removal had started. Doctors observed aanu for few days in hospital and said he is out of danger as the bleeding in brain had not worsened. Dr said only rigorous physiotherapy will help him regain the movements of left limbs, age factor being the hurdle for speedy recovery. aanu was brought home. He is bed ridden from then on with fair amount of improvement.

Sep 3rd:
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paNNu delivers a prince on this date. The whole family rejoiced prince's birth. paNNu's in laws, my bro-in-law were all happy for the new born baby and of course for paNNu's well being. paNNu comes home with child after spending nearly a week in hospital. aanu would have celebrated the occasion of becoming a grandpa, but God had clipped his wings now. He smiled with tears in his eyes when amma showed him his grandson.

12 days later we arrange for a simple naming ceremony of prince in our home and decide to call him as Aditya.

Things now...
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we look after both aanu and Aditya with same care now... we pamper Aditya and we fill hopes in aanu that he would be able to walk in near future if he picks up well in physiotherapy... we change wet napkins of both aanu and Aditya now... paNNu feeds aditya, me/amma spoon feed aanu now.. On time we give medicines for both...

While giving food to aanu the other day, a thought occurred to my mind that shook me completely. Why that witchy astrologer had smiled mysteriously and said 'there are going to be two little lives in your house soon'..??!?!?!!!!!

Had the witchy astrologer knew this......?

* paNNu is nick name for my only n elder sis.. well if u ask what it means, well umm.. it doesnt mean anything in any of the languages on earth. It just means that i love my sis very much.

** aanu is dad in Konkani

Budhdhadev Gupta is the owner of one of the finest authentic Indian restaurants in London. He is 64, still a bachelor. His say is that he did not find any interesting female to marry till date. He is a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and serving the best Indian food to his customers. He also considers chefs are best artists in the world. No.. don’t question it or object it. When Budhdha can taste Zafrani Pulav and can tell us the quantity of all the ingredients in precision of grams, we just have to accept chefs are indeed great artists or should I say great chefs are indeed great artists. Budhdha seems to have no great bonding with any one except his aged mother and a kid next door who is fighting blood cancer.

One fine day a mistake of cheeni for namak by one of Budhdha’s chefs makes Budhdha to confront a beautiful customer of his. That’s Nina [Tabu], a spinster from Delhi who is currently staying in London. I swear I did not get the purpose of her stay in London. Budhdha challenges Nina that Zafrani Pulav available in his restaurant is the best, without knowing the cheeni for namak mistake by his chef. The next day Nina returns with tasty Zafrani Pulav. Budhdha finds out the mistake from his chef and decides to apologize to Nina. What begins with a cup of coffee for asking apology slowly and steadily builds up as a strong bond between Buddha and Nina. Budhdha surpasses the usual emotions like jealousy for another male talking to his woman, the initial jitters in man woman relationship.. etc etc I loved Amitabh doing all this so convincingly.

Bhalki, director deserves a great amount of credit for depicting the romance between Budhdha and Nina delicate yet elegant and surely not frivolous. There is always great amount of risk involved in narrating the romance between old man and a young man or vice versa. I have even watched few movies which fail miserably in depicting this kind of relationship. Either they look silly or unreal. But that is not the case here in Cheeni Kum. Another great thing about the characterizations of both Budhdha and Nina is that both being so sure about their unusual relationships and being so sure even about getting married to each other. It feels nice to see two souls being so sure in love! Does it come by maturity..? I liked the banteringly romantic conversation between Amitabh and Tabu throughout the movie.

Paresh Rawal is good as Tabu’s father. Amitabh is marvelous as Budhdha. I do not think anybody else could do Budhdha’s role so convincingly in the whole of Indian film industry. Tabu looks gorgeous in salwars. I liked her performance in this movie more than in Chandni Bar or Astitva. Though I liked the kid-next-door, I did not quite like her characterization in the movie. I want to repeat Rajeev Masand’s say on this. “I love kids being kids, but not acting like matured adults”. Ilaiyaraja’s music is truly awesome. Feels heavenly to listen to ‘Jane do na’ in Shreya Ghosal’s voice.

At last I beg to differ with the title of the movie. Cheeni Kum is actually very very sweet :)

Guys,
She is ready to ditch Nadal for me. I just hav to convince my mom thats all...
Will she become my mom's daughter-in-law...?
Pray for me..

RGV introduces Vijay to us by few naive conversations, as mentioned below:

Vijay confesses while narrating his story, "...its the insecurity that haunts a human being at this age.. insecurity of growing old... insecurity of nearing to death... a reality no body wants to face.. and when I am at this juncture of my life, Jiah enters into my life.. giving me the hope of reliving my youth.. I just found solace in her proximity...”

And in another scene, Jiah asks Vijay: "its how long have you been married to Amritha?"
Vijay: "27 years.."

Jiah: "27 years!!!!", exclaims. " .. So how is it..?"
Vijay: "what..?"

Jiah: "ur married life..."
Vijay: "hmmmm.... no complaints..."

Jiah: "i thought you would say, great"
Vijay: hesitantly justifying himself, "yeah... no complaints means... means… it was great"

Jiah:"u love ur wife..?"
Vijay pauses for long and nods his head, "hmm.... yeah"

Jiah: "why did u take so much of time to say that.."
Vijay just smiles feeling he is exposed... searches for words to defend the cause of that pause...

Let me make it clear that there would not be any trail of infidelity between Vijay and Amritha. But its just that as any other relationships on earth, theirs would be going mundane... without any attempts by both of them to revive it. Then enters the fountain of youth - Jiah, a friend of Ritu who comes to spend her holidays in Vijay's house. Bringing a new hope into Vijay’s life. Who admires his photography.. who ridicules him with her PJs. I liked the personality of Jiah, for which I again should admire the script writer and the director himself. She is dusky, bold, unpredictable, young... her thick dark brows.. the long untied hair, tousled always... the way she gyrates in her 'short shorts'! I feel Jiah had everything that would attract Vijay. And guys, if you are expecting a physical relationship between Jiah and Vijay, No ur wrong. These kinds of relationships need not get physical always. All you find in the whole movie is a peck on the lips of Amitabh by Jiah. The rest is all just clean cheerful and playful acts between them. And if you are wondering then what exactly are both of them expecting out of this relationship.. Its a mere nothing.. Its just the moments they spent together.. the cheer that brought to both of their lives..

I stronlgy agree such relationships are just too impossible to be tagged by a name. Those relationships just exist and when it gets exposed to the Hippocratic society, it just chokes everybody's lives, including the lives associated with these 2 chaps. Thats what happens
here in Vijay's case also. No body understands his emotions towards Jiah. But it would be presumptuous to express his feelings for Jiah to his wife, his teenage daughter. But Vijay does it... knowing his life would become hell after revealing this dirty secret to his family members.

They just force Jiah to leave their house and punish Vijay by abandoning him. Vijay just wants to live rest his life in Jiah's memory. I do not feel there could have been a better climax than this. Jiah's exit is as unpredictable and swift as her entry. She just leaves his house leaving loads of memory fuelling Vijay to survive, if not to live; in her absence. What better way to say she was that cool fresh breeze in his life...

Some creeds of people have objected the storyline, saying it is against Indian values. But I just say, ‘Indian values’ is too heavy a term used to protest against such a movie. This is just a movie about an unconventional emotion narrated in a convincing fashion. Its just a dirty secret any aged man would want to dig deep in his heart, Its that secret any blue eyed teenage girl would never ever would reveal to her parents... Let’s just accept it the way it is...

4got to mention, Amitabh is superb as Vijay, Jiah is too perfect playing Jiah and hats off to RGV. I even liked the treatment RGV gives to whole of the movie... majorly gloomy yet green...

Years passed by.. I could see no improvements in Clive’s condition. One fine day of 1993… is it right to call it a fine day?…I am not sure; I decided to move. I decided to relocate to some distant land leaving all the painful memories behind in England. Yes it indeed was a harsh decision to make because I was about to leave Clive back in England. It was an attempt to start a new life in United States. I did a bit of poetry, a bit of part time work and could manage in US with my earlier savings. Back in England, Clive was moved to a specially created brain trauma unit. He was no longer having violent episodes. The staff of the hospital told me that Clive was not aware that I had gone away. I used to call Clive up few times in a week. He used to recognize my voice. The only phrase he would endlessly repeat during these telephone calls was, “I love you very much… I love you very much…Did u come to visit me this morning…?! I do not remember..” I would feel guilt every time I hear this from Clive on phone. I would end up crying all through the nights.

In the mean time in US some inexplicable situations made me to file a divorce against Clive! Legally it was a smooth procedure. As I got it under the empathy of the law considering the health condition of Clive. But the issue was not this; it made me feel that I was betraying Clive. Still I proceeded to go with it with a heavy heart. If I think about it now, I feel I was crueler on Clive than the fate on him.

I must confess that I made few attempts to build relationship with 1 or 2 men there in US. But it was very foolish to try that, knowing that I would not be able to love any man more than Clive. Clive was still ruling my heart. Then I understood the void in my life without Clive. I was certainly missing the ‘Cliveness’ of Clive. All that I could feel during my stay in US was that Clive still loved me though he could not even remember a single person on earth.

Then a fine day I packed my bag from US and headed back to London. Rushed to the brain trauma unit of the hospital where Clive was still lying on the bed with the same petrified expressions on his face. His eyes lighted up seeing me. He said “did u come this morning to see me… I don’t remember… I love you… I love you…” I wept as if I was apologetic to him for my foolish attempts to live separate in US. I asked him “can we renew our marriage vows this Saturday?” Clive was trying hard to ask me some thing…

We renewed our marriage vows in the church. I managed to get a house nearby to the brain trauma unit. Few weeks later I brought Clive home. Now I enjoy Clive's endless conversational loops everyday. He makes more mistakes while playing piano now. But who cares! when he enjoys playing it and I feel every musical note he plays is superior to Beethoven's!

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Forget me not (August 2006) RD-India

The man who keeps falling in love with his wife

Transcript: In loving memory

The Death of Yesterday