Wednesday, 19 August, 2009

Dreams...

Oh rest assured, I am not going to talk about nightmares or sweet dreams I enjoy in my night sleep, and not even about the ones I might be seeing da(y)ily... and for that matter it isn't my dreams we are talking about...

I just finished a book by Barrack Obama, (ok I have to admit I got it right after US elections got over!) but didn't get around to reading it then. It's called Dreams From My Father, a book that mirrors the American dream, a lot of Indians will actually connect to it.
It is the life of Barrack Obama. Life as a black, life as a child who was a result of miscegenation: an American mom and an African father, an Afro-American... with separated parents. A single mother taking care of the child with just memories as a means of recalling the father, who had returned back to where he came from... Africa. It is the life of a young boy confused by apartheid, struggling to see why he was different from others' perspective, a brilliant child who they say inherited his father's brains, his father a sort of a leader of the Luo tribe back home in Africa. The book speaks at length about the racial discrimination of the blacks, right there in the heart of America, the America that stood as a symbol of world power even back then... (the book was written when he was in Harvard Law School and republished when he became a senator).

Obama, as a priviliged kid felt that he should be giving back to the black community, been brought up mostly by his grandparents, he hasn't seen the days most young kids get exposed to and fall into the trap of a world that leads nowhere... drugs,booze,fag! Yet he did experiment, he did fall and he did get up back on his feet... The rest of the book tells the story of how he traced back his roots, went to Africa to see the relatives he had never met, to meet the cousins he hadn't heard of, and to visit the lands that somewhere he knew were never going to be his...

I would be the last person to glorify Obama as a President, because as far as I am concerned, he still has a lot to live up to, if he has to be great in my eyes. But as an author, and as a person who has endured so much, who has been given so much agony and who has but triumphed over them, he deserves a lot of respect.

The book deals with a lot of stuff that I, as an Indian would probably never understand, because whatever else we've seen, we haven't seen apartheid, we haven't seen a lot of these things... or maybe I live a life toooo protected... I dunno...

In the wake of what happened with SRK, I wanted to write a post but couldn't decide where my commitments lay coz arguments from both the sides sound extremely convincing. Infact, if someone asked me to participate in a debate on it, I might speak for the motion i.e. for the justification of the detaining, but somewhere deep, my heart tries to point out Iraq and its jail incidents, it tries to point out to New York(the movie) and how the innocent too suffer, it points out the sham America pretends to be when it champions the cause of human rights, lecturing other nations about it, when time and again there have been allegations that the US has always always acted in its own political interest and I can't say I have found all of them to be false!!!

But ladies and gentlemen, the House is open for the debate, and lets pray the attendance here is better than what Indian Parliament witnesses...



Sunday, 2 August, 2009

Family+Friend+LAK+Planet Food=Perfect Evening

OK, discard that look of disbelief from your faces please... and close your mouth!!!

You read it right... Tadka just got updated...

Coz the Tadka gal had a perfect evening after a looong loong time... No I am not going to start about some emotional trauma that may have bound my hands together and stopped me from updating the blog... It was just... lack of time, lack of good topics (or maybe I can't think!)...

But this perfect evening gave me a good laugh, a good dinner (nahi nahi I don't starve myself normally, my mom is an extremely good cook); and a nice topic...

The friend is Priti ,who had come over to my place, the family is... well family, and LAK is Love Aaj Kal (the movie, not in my life.... My life is pretty deprived of it... >:P)

The movie is good. Summing it up would be... sweet,short and practical for most part. Saif and Deepika are good. The girl who plays Rishi Kapoor's young love interest is sooo cute and beautiful.... She reminded of the actress who was the main female lead in Bobby Deol's debut movie Baarish. I don't know either of their names, but both look naturally so beautiful... Rishi Kapoor is good, the situation, fliming and picturisation is all perfect... Verdit: go watch! and book tickets in advance please...

For dinnering, Planet Food, the normally quiet place (the Poonam Mall branch) had been revved up for Frienship's Day. When we asked for the menu, what we were served with was this...

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The Menu was...
Ek Dooje Ke Liye (On Friendship's Day.... *sigh!*)
Chandni Chowk to China (Why?)
Love Aaj Kal (Dude, it's FRIENDship's Day...)
Luck (Finally ek correct)
New York (Kyun, you can't find friends here???)
Aashiq Banaya Apne (Dangerous proposition, that!)
Kambakkht Ishq (I will not repeat!)
Jodha Akbar (Do I even need to say anything...) :| :| :| :|

By these standards, we had just eaten Love Aaj Kal... it even qualified as sweet... hehe...

Anyway, we were discussing what to take... Listen to the conversation... Let's have Ek Dooje Ke Liye... nahi let's try eating Luck... Finally we ate Kambakkht Ishq (too much of Love and ishq in one day ;;) if you ask me, but who will ask me... so read ahead) Mom and Dad opted for Jodha Akbar...

Planet Food has this system where you take the receipt, you get an order no. and you are supposed to wait till the order no. is flashed on the screens and then go collect it category wise like Indian, Continental and so on. When we went to the counter to order and take the receipts, I said... I want one Kambakkht Ishq and one Jodha Akbar, and the poor dude looked so uncomfortable with the sitution, we started giggling... It would've been a full blown laughter riot had it not been soooooo damn unfunny when we were supposed to collect all items...

Since every erm... should I call it a movie??? contains so many eatables, we had to keep running to collect things one after the other... Kambakkht Ishq had a pasta with cheese that looked like it had been stuck using fevicol... two people had to pull it apart... ek dooje ke liye in the real sense, you see... ;) We then had to go back for the fruit punch (which wasn't Frooti) and the Badam Thandai, and the pastry, and Mom and Dad's Nawabi platter, and the Paneer Tikka. The poor souls took pity on us and got the garlic bread served at our table themselves... *phew* So a nice movie dinner we had... and then Mads asked me...

Madhuri: i'll go for dinner :-w
what did u hv for dinner waise
:-s
8:47 PM me: kambakht ishq
=))
Madhuri: :O
:|

Hahaha.... :))