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Starting Out - Multiple Views on Graffiti to Films

Starting Out Blogging
The First Blog – 26 August 2009.
Now why am I blogging – well just thought why not share my thoughts, growing towards the fifties, balding, weight on the higher side and all that and feeling life may just be passing you by so why not start of a new path or maybe there is so much you see but cannot express to all you meet, I myself do not know but am starting out hoping to make it a weekly affair. I plan to be scatter brained at times and may be focused at times, but shall endeavour to pose qustions always.

It could be anything including as to how could Sharukh Khans’s character in Raab Ne Bana Di Jodi state he sees God in his wife in a song – I mean come on; its his wife ! One cannot make love to God or can you – let me know.
And who am I and where am I and what not – all this would come out as we proceed along – that’s hoping some one reads this blog also. Any way, comments are welcome but keep the nasty ones couched in good humour!
Any way I plan to blog on defence, rural devlopment, humor etc anything goes. To revert back to films, my daughter just told me that the movie Love Aaj Kal is a chick flick, that is why I presume my son disliked it or atleast barely tolerated it while she loved it. Anyway we have a new word – chick flick. As for me, I liked it thought after watching breath taking shots of USA / UK in the film, the sudden panning to Delhi in one shot left me with a a feeling as though some one had hit me hard in the chest. Watch it, its a good time pass on the whole but the shots just stated to me that we could catch up with USA in maybe 100 years or so, our current claims to being a super power in the making not with standing!
Thought – Why are our filmmakers obsessed with the USA or is it the cash registers ringing in of NRIs – sit abroad but heart emotionaly here syndrome! More in the next blogs about NRIs.
You know I just read on the back of a truck recently - ”Himachal ki wadiyan sunder hain par pahadiyan daratin hain, bhaiyon main pyar hota hai pranto bhabhiyan ladatin hain-” in English – Himachals’ valleys are lovely but the mountains are scary, brothers love each other but the sisters in law cause the fights. Guess we should send it to the Ambani brothers or is it purely sibling rivalry at its worst – some one ought to research this – would love its insights – specially with the mother also involved as in our movies – “mere paas maan hai” – Mother is with me – lets see who has the mother on his side in due course though instinct states it could be the younger one in this case.
Another gem from behind a truck - ”neki kar juti kha, main te khai, tu bhi kha” – again in English – do good to others, get a kick in return; iIgot kicked, you also are welcome to be kicked. Does speak volumes about our lives now a days, do we really thankfully remember all those who have done us favours in life -even if we cannot express it or tell them – or atleast strive to do good to others as they did to us. Secondly, people engaged in social work often state this – that they often feel used by the beneficiaries. Where the truth lies I cannot say but I guess as is true of life – its in shades of gray. As for the graffiti – maybe the guy who wrote it really felt let down ot atleast just wrote what came into his head but started me on a train of thought!
I think enough for the first one – and here’s hoping the stock market kicks up and helps me recover my money as also of my parents – which they invested with my advise!! Bye.

Dinesh

Comments

  1. u still seem to be having hangover of money gone waste.
    Well US is preferred coz., equipments are available on rent, in India u have to haul it all the way up who would do that, plus u fly business to US, while in HP car is the only option sir, and chick flix is a nice way to sum it up

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  2. Kapila ji nice work done to create a test.....i wish it could publish in the newspaper....it will help others in admitting the truth & reality and furtehr transformation in to a non gender based humankind...

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