Good Ol’ School Days

I’m just having a nostalgic feeling about my good old school days and I don’t know why maybe because the vacation I’m enjoying prior to my job is what is reminding me of those lovely school vacations where I used to have fun and frolic with my school mates without having any tension, no hassles from family, no pressure from the outside world which has changed drastically now. There is tension about my future, hassles from friends and family alike in deciding my further step and pressure when you want to do what you want to do at your will thinking whether it will be right or wrong. Yes, I’m going to step in a different world altogether when I will first take my step from my studious days to working days where I will be alone and on my own to make a striking fortune with my personality, the knowledge which my teachers, parents, relatives have endowed in me, the trust with which I have confided in my mates and from all those people who have helped me in making an individual out of a brat to what I am now. There wont be any teachers who will scold me for any mistake I have done or to give a pat on my back for something I accomplish, there wont be any mischief that I would be doing like those I used to do with my friends in school, no lunch breaks like I used to have with my friends where we used the play hide n seek, catch catch, football etc.. At this moment I remember my sweet teachers whom I shall miss forever in my life. Miss Tina, my English teacher who taught so sweetly and was totally involved in her work that I was inspired with her work in a way that I did whatever I did with my full dedication and been loyal to the work I did just as she used to do. Miss Crisilda, my class n history teacher who was very soft spoken and appreciated every tiny effort the students put in their work. I won’t forget her way of punishment either which was pinching the ear of the student with her sharp nails that almost w freaked us out on not doing our homework. Well, I used to have a hearty laugh on those getting punished, seeing the fear on their face since I was very punctual with my work and never suffered any punishment from any teacher and I was one of their favorite students. Miss Shobha, my maths teacher also known as the fear factor of our class since she was very harsh on disobedient children since she herself was not blessed with any and she wanted us to be perfect in whatever we do in our life. But at the same time I liked her very much since she was the one who provoked or I should say ordered me to participate as the lead dancer in a musical story in the annual festival. Till then I did not at all have the confidence of going on a stage and that too as a dancer. In fact I’m a good dancer but had never shown in public. The same confidence doubled in me when Brother Pinto, my grammar teacher showed the faith and confidence in me to take part in Elocution eliminations held every year in school. The impact was such huge on me that I won the competitions three times in a row till I grew from a tot to a teenager and my voice became harsh and had to pull my feet back from the eliminations. The one person I would never forget in my whole life and to which I dedicate my success is my favorite or I should say everyone’s favorite person and our dear principal Brother Keanes who was so addicted to children that wherever he went he was surrounded by a flock of chirping small kids and I was one of them who liked sitting on his lap. He was very very considerate about each and every kid that he was like a parent to us. He even had invited me to his house where we had a nice time and gave me some dry fruits to eat. I was being so emotional to the kindness that he lent to everyone. I don’t know where he is now coz I never stayed in touch with anyone in my school after I passed out from there and I would say that it was indeed very foolish of me. (to be continued….)

Independence Day – A Big Fiasco !!

There are two types of men in this world who either are hypocrites and those who are not. Those who are, say that some things in this world are not meant to happen when actually they are the ones who want it all in the first place. Like the politicians who end up being a part of the jester clan even though their self motive is to help people they fall into the category of those who help themselves in the bargain, in the gradual course. They are designated as the white collared men who run the nation which is in “dire” need of their so-called services. They are there to play the big game called “Who wants to be a millionaire” whose prizes are sponsored by the sweat and blood of working honest people like you and me. What difference do they bear with a petty thief? The only one which can seem to fit in the bill is that, the thief does the loot without the consent of the one being looted by lurking away from everyone’s gaze whereas the politicians do it in the wide awakened eye of public!! And we are left with no choice but to succumb, not because we are afraid, but because we don’t want our somewhat present comfortable life to be ruined by the harsh sufferings we might have to face. This is the scenario of present India I am talking about. In pre-independence days the throats of the ones who did the revolt were slashed while today there’s no difference made to it but is done in a rather euphemistic manner. We still are puppets in the hands of the “leaders” who are not imparting any progress but degrading the nation’s value by focusing their goals on self-esteem rather than of the nation. Behold comrades! The mighty fall of the nation is soon to occur once again maybe not to foreigners but to our own disloyal countrymen. Till then let’s plead for a happy independence day to all!!

Red Hot Chili Peppers

No its not about the famous English band. Its about Ram Gopal Verma, the southern movie maker turned debutant’s aspiration in Bollywood ! Ramu has had his tastes varying all the time. Time and again his variety in film direction, productions and film-making creativity has touched vivid horizons making him a complete king in his regime of filmdom in the current field of cinema. An amazing facet about Ramu is the never ending inhibitions for creative movie making. Whether hits or flops Ramu has had it going all the time after his first big time Hindi success “Rangeela” through which he launched the girl who was a quizzer on a science show aired on DoorDarshan. Yea, I am talking about the sex kitten Urmila Matondkar. Man! did she have a great mentor in the form of Ramu who totally carved a niche for her.

Ramu has launched several magnificent actors after that, so much to say all new aspirants who want to make their successful launch in Bollywood turn to him for blessings. Surely he has turned the fate of such debutants to those of glamour dolls. The successful launches include the remarkable roles of Chakravarty in “Satya”, Vivek Oberoi in “Company”, Randeep Hooda in “D”. All of these have earned their fame as the bad boys of Bollywood by doing their first film which targeted the underworld. Ramu has a Midas touch which has made the opportunities golden for these ‘dudes’. And now we are not far away from another bad boy making his entry in Ramu’s new venture in the form of “James”. The sleek trailers of the movie make the actor seem like a hunk! ( might also give Hrithik a run for his money ). The many different varieties seen in his movies right from Rangeela to Mast, from Road to Naach, from Satya to Sarkar Ramu’s films have been a launch pad for small time and big actors alike, as I would like to mention the acting of Abhishek Bachhan in “Sarkar”. Even some of the movies have only been produced by his production house called “Factory Productions”, have been directed by those who also are making a directorial debut. “Road” saw the full time launch of svelte siren “Antara Mali” who shot to fame as a yet another glamour doll after Urmila along with the noticeable dance number of Koena Mitra who later got her fame as an “item” girl.

The thing about Ramu which is admirable and lovable as most about the movie goers would have noticed is his style of cinema making which has evolved more and more in the years gone by. His movies have touched all the epitomes of categories be it action, romance, political satires, underworld related, horror etc which diversify him as a versatile showman as place him in a different group of movie makers which is way beyond formula film making ones. The mix of vivid essences and flavors of commercial cinema is a thing ha will be remembered for ! His new evolving style of song-less movies is what anybody would reach out for in this current trend of mindless songs plotted nowhere near the storyline. I have watched many of his films like Rangeela, Mast, Daud, Road, Satya, Kaun, Ek Hasina Thi, Darna Mana Hai, Bhoot, Company, Gayab, Naina, Sarkar and I would say that though some films have been utter flops I wouldn’t mind to watch his way of experimenting with different kinds of stories and his bunch of new comers coz I am always in for ambitious personas over the routine seekers. I am really impressed with his style of movie making and am looking forward for his further projects. Currently awaiting the much hyped movie “James” which is bound to hit the theatres bloody soon….. and has been portraying another college girl turned bimbette in the form of Nisha Kothari who was noticed in a small role in Sarkar.

Cant say much about her acting prowess since that role was more of a guest appearance but does tend to heat up the screen to scorching Fahrenheits the same way Urmila and Antara did when they reigned the big screen. Will it be a feather to add in his cap or will it go down the drain? Will the debutants rise to fame?. Keeping my fingers crossed for that….

What am I upto?

This question sometimes kinda freaks me out but nevertheless keep on asking this to myself. Right now I am in the collision of my thought process which keep drifting along with time and tide and whose forces seem to keep me pushing on the edges of the cliffs of decision making whose outcome is nothing but a series of dramatic reactions and frequent changes in the paths I seem to choose. Earlier in the month of July I was had so much attached myself in graphic designing and 3D modeling that my ambition changed its path from being a professional programmer to an animation artist of a graphic designer. But my heart always tell me that even though I like designing and animation which always top my priority lists whenever I indulge myself in learning something new at the end of the day I find solace in programming which I have been doing now in 4 years of my grads.. Eventually I begin recalling the fine days I had been programming my favorite routines in C and C++ it mesmerizes me in the arena of programming leaving behind a trace of the much liked path in animation in thin air. So now I am back to my old dwelling and putting my entire forces into learning a better language like JAVA which suites my desires coz I am much inclined to OOP and I think I will be able to regain my confidence back in this field which I seemed to lose when I began to retaliate my thoughts of heart to the thoughts from my brain. Surely the mind controls over the heart but when my heart reinforces me to a new dimension it leaves my mind boggled.