Am I livin' it right ?

Questions galore .. inquisitions profound .. skeptical introspection .. innumerable modes of human curiosity being expressed; paving the way and ultimately leading to a realisation of the true potential of the human intellect. True: curiosity killed the cat, but wheneva were we rational enough to stick to pithy sayings or adhere to the norms of acceptance? A craving to know .. the yearning to be aware is inherent, though the degree to which we drive each of these during our lifetime varies a lot. The spectrum varies from those bordering on mild jolts of desire to know to the incessantly nosy ones who just hafta know bout all that's around ! ;-)

Yet amidst all this inquiry, we hardly ever get any satisfactory answers, coz once we do, the questions vanish into obliteration instead of escalating into a greater willingness to know. The purpose is lost, knowledge loses focus and we end up acquiring what could easily be termed as gibberish crap. I ain't advocating structured information gain, but wanna show you that there's a reason we're curious and the direction and sharpness of this eagerness defines our persona to an extent much greater than what we generally comprehend or rather anticipate. Where does the topic come into all this you say ? Well on the contrary, I had the concept first and twas after listenin to the song "Why Georgia" by John Mayer that I decided that twas bout time I shared these ramblings with you all .. after all why should I alone suffer the unbearable twangs of this cuckoo philosophy ?! :P

Life's been termed a journey by all and sundry, a fruitful one for some while an overbearing pain for others, and with all its varieties and flavours, what's on offer is often an issue of contention. ;-) It won't make sense right away as to what am trying to get at, but guess there are a few who would understand this kinda dilemma much better than others since they've been at crossroads where the next step does not depend on whether it'll bring happiness or misery, but the expense at which this step would be taken, the price to be paid for the happiness and the amount of gain that may accrue from this misery. Am not here to advocate any sides, coz trust me I am the last person anybody should approach when it comes to thinking rationally :P

Why then would I even bother bringing up the topic? Coz recently I realised that I got the answer to the Q .. "am I livin it right?" without ANY effort.. wanna know why ? .. coz I knew what I wanted from that moment .. the moment of my happiness or misery .. what it is that deep inside me matters more than the eistence or being in that very moment ! ;) Wouldn't make sense to many .. coz there's a delusion we kindled for centuries that its always mind over matter and that the mind always knew the smartest thing to do .. but did we eva stop to actually question ourselves .. is what is smartest always the same that is "desirable" ? Do you always have the same zeal and passion to achieve something smart as that you'd have for what's a necessity for your faith to exist ? ;) I bet the demons inside your head would be coaxing you to resist the temptation of agreein with me :P To be honest .. I did something yesterday people'd consider completely irrational .. the devising of a mad-man insatiably obsessed with his craving for something so precious .. and ya know what .. I don't mind bein that bloke at all ! ;) Surprised eh ? Tis very easy for me to say this coz that ecstacy o KNOWIN why I was in it was what drove me all the way without a trace o stress or regret .. I had nothing to lose and the world to conquer ! :) And guess what .. I got what I wanted ! :)

In an ever-changin world we tend to lose track of our passions .. substituting them for newer corporate principles and methods .. squeezing out all that makes us a class apart from everything else .. Just wanna conclude on a line hope that'll make you ponder a lil .. it wasn't the fact that we had brains that made us what we are but the ability to KNOW what we feel and be true to that emotion that took us so far .. and for all I know .. am gonna pursue on the path I set out on .. coz I just know it'll work in the end :)

Parzania

It ain't a myth that Bollywood flicks have been always found wanting in the faculty of substance and depth, and whenever an idea with a different flavour surfaces, we have a rush of excitement through our veins and we leave no phrase untouched while praising that very sentiment invoked by the work. However, as time passes the sentiment fades away and the passion dies out, all that is left is a faint recognition that "yes .. there was a movie that was different" and we may even watch occassional re-runs .. not for the sentiment but for the occassional comedy, stereotypical dialogues and what not ! Rang de Basanti is a typical case study for this kinda lack of concern or rather hypocritical sense of national pride we are so used to boast of ! :P Trust me, there was a time when I used to get angry at such hypocrites but all I have now is pity for 'em .. coz they are unaware of the sheer ignorance that embodies 'em. It ain't the fault of the director, or the actor, or for that matter even the story writer, but us as the audience to lift a realisation to the height of Mt. Everest and then let it fall with equal carelessness and disregard.

And that is exactly why I was more than impressed by "Parzania" .. it ain't the typical Hindu-Muslim clashes story and it doesn't pretend to instill a sense of hatred for any section, but of course the SOBs of the VHP :P Its the portrayal of the hardship, the suffering, the endless wait, the tiring struggle of a helpless family amidst all this chaos, the telling tale of a frustratingly helpless father, the resolve of a mother whose turmoil never showed on her daughter, and the innocence of a sister - unaware of the unspoken horror that she might never see her brother again. Funnily enough and to my utter satisfaction, once the movie was over nobody spoke ill of the rioters, or curse the Gujrat government, but most of 'em soaked in a much more relevant and significant realisation, that those who suffer are people .. just like you and me .. we sympathise after movies like RDB, Shaheed Bhagat Singh .. but with Parzania .. I empathised .. I could feel .. associate with the ailing father, frantic mother, lost sister .. Guess I realised what the difference between empathy and sympathy was .. something which someone very special had been tryin to get through to me for some time! ;)

I won't say anymore at this juncture, coz I hope that readin through might have at least invoked a slight curioisty to see the movie and cancel plans for other commercial "crap". This ain't the end of my description of the land of Parzania .. where the buildings are made of chocolate .. and the there's ice cream all around .. ;)

BTW Love the title of the movie .. couldn't have thought of a better one myself ! ;)