Change is a constant
It is not enough to know that you've faced many before and this should not be new but each time it's a different feeling.
Acceptance is the biggest challenge and that which only time permits you to embrace.
An inner calling is not always an easy path, neither is it a path full of pains that are easy to deal with.
But, this inner calling is the most important voice that decides the path of life.
As I accept this inner calling, I do not know what it holds, and will have regrets but those that I can live with.
It is easier to deal with the feeling that I did what I must do rather than what I'd like to do.
Bhachna Aee Haseeno.
Good songs, good scenic locations, a typical masala movie. But, it does make you laugh out loud at times and that is the feather in the cap for the movie I think.
Ranbir proves to have the Kapoor blood but his girly looks defy the character he wants to portray. Yes, maybe for this role where he plays a casanova with innocent looks, his face fits the bill. But, he cannot play the hunk at any cost.
Deepika looks too old for him in real and reel life and that is all I’d like to say about it.
The fun in the movie is fast-moving story till the intermission.
After all, the Bollywood flavor has to come in and without the melodrama and the sacarificing hero the movie is not complete… and the movie so continues after the intermission.
I would rate it a good entertainer and not more.
Minisha Lamba is too short but can still play the supporting heroine and pull it off.
Bipasha needs to move onto more intense roles. Ranbir looks like her ‘baby’ in the movie… pun intended my friends. J
And all’s well that ends well.. the hero has to meet his dreams. Can we try another slightly more realistic end to our movies please???
Ps. Shiney Ahuja would’ve pulled this off better.
Contiuing my experiences with the 'excellent' medical services available in Mumbai.
I travel 2.5 hours one way to this premium hospital, wait for my doctor for over 1 hour.
I meet my doctor who, as I had predicted, would suggest that I get admitted for my next round of treatment.
I have figured my room and reserved it already expecting this to happen, and proceed to register myself. I reach the admission counter and submit my form. The unfriendly assistant behind the counter makes a phone call and barks back at me " The room is not empty yet as the previous patient has not been discharged. Come back in 1 hour". Hearing this, I am thrown off balance as I'd confirmed ten minutes back with the nurse on the floor about the vacancy of the room. I'd been informed that it would take 2o minutes to prepare the room and that I could proceed to initiate the admission procedures. By the time I complete that, my room would be cleaned and ready. After objecting to the instructions by this assistant, I attempt to explain to him the conversation that had transpired. Failed attempts at this, I try to request him to reconfirm that the previous patient has already left and only the room has to be cleaned.
He insists that I am wasting my time, making me realize that it was near lunch time and he was keen on honoring the lunch hour committment! It did not matter to him that this patient is needing a bed to lie down and further medical procedures are necessary! As I continue to object to his insistance, I am met with further rude behaviour and indifference.
"Whatever your problem is, please get the Chief Medical Officer' to instruct us to begin your admission procedure as the room is not ready.
My objection is less to this irrational request to return after 1 hour, but, the reason behind this.
Every department has a TAT that needs to be maintained between admission of the patient to the patient being in the room allotted to him. They need to ensure that as soon as the room is ready, the papers get processed and medical attention is "immediately" been given to the patient! If you are following the sequence of events, the TAT is measured on what the systems show and the sytems will only reflect the patient once the entry is made by this department.
If the room is not ready and papers are made, then the TAT is breached for so many patients as are waiting for the room to get prepared. If my department's effeciency was measured on TAT, then, agreeably, is this not what I would resort to also?
I move to the CMO's office to further excellate this matter only to find out he's out for lunch. No wonder there was so much confidence in the assistant's orders! He had successfully shooed me away from creating a nuance at his counter! I discuss the same matter with the lady in charge there and by the time she calls the respective floor to confirm status of the room, we are home! The room is suddenly ready!
Well, this was only the beginning of the whole story per say. When I see the room, well, the lesser said the better. White walls, blue furniture and a leaking AC duct, old tiles and utitilies in the bathroom, smelly cupboards, and worst of all stained sheets are what greet me.
Is the more expensive room that I paid for? Appartently so.
I spent the night in a moist cold damp room because I had not used the AC and the marble was "sweating" moisture. This moisture was giving a foul smell and damp air in the room all day and worse in the night. I left the window ajar for some fresh air. Apparently, this kept me awake all night because the wind was howling through this gap. Did I have a choice? Not much really because I needed to breath some fresh air into all this moisture!
I spent the night awake counting the hours to morning.
Another day, another story. Just to conclude, I ran home the same evening almost as soon as my treatment was complete.
I have a story to tell
I hold a life’s experiences with me
My son reaches out to me
“Ami, mein Ahmed”
“Ami, mein Shaziya”
I hear them but I can’t respond
My heart aches to tell them, let me free
But do they hear my story?
My only friend is a paid nurse
My only companion is this salaried help
My only help is the white uniformed staff
Wandering in the corridors
My only moment in the day
Is when I am out of my room
With my friend, seeing across the horizon of Mumbai
Do I feel cold?
Do I feel warm?
Do I feel happy?
Do I feel sad?
“I have a story to tell”
But, only if you could hear me.
It Does
It does
If destiny were to play its role
It does
If life were to spring surprises
It does
If love were to betray
It does
If faith were to falter
It does
If trust were to vanish
It does
If humanity were to fail
It does
If religion were to be questioned
It does
That is why they say
No matter what you DO, there is some larger plan that DOES.
Monsoon
You rekindle many emotions that have long since been buried
To stand with you on top of a mountain
To breathe you in me
To watch how you settle yourself slowly into the sand
To watch how you blend it with the rest of the sea
To watch you cleanse each soul around you
To watch you make others fall in love
To watch you control the temperatures of the day
To share with you the joys of bathing the sadness away
They say the first rains always bring joy,
Will you promise to bring happiness with you?
Monsoon
You rekindle many emotions that have long since been buried
To stand with you on top of a mountain
To breathe you in me
To watch how you settle yourself slowly into the sand
To watch how you blend it with the rest of the sea
To watch you cleanse each soul around you
To watch you make others fall in love
To watch you control the temperatures of the day
To share with you the joys of bathing the sadness away
They say the first rains always bring joy,
Will you promise to bring happiness with you?
Life
You always manage to be my side
As I forget that each moment is yours spent
I must be reminded
Sometimes I wish I had more of my own
Than having to spend it your way
Most times I wish that you’d let me
Live it my way
I’d like to ask you if you have a separate plan
Because I don’t know which way you’re going
You have your ways and they do change
As time goes by I find out
Many years down today
I wonder if you’ll stop being unpredictable
The most important thing is I am still getting to know you…. After all these years.
If I Could I Would
Bring back the smiles
Turn around the emotions
To a positive energy
Turn back to the happy days
When symphony was in my ears
Steal the sunlight
And store it for today
Collect some fog
And release it today
Capture some memories
And play them today
Hold on so tight
That even God couldn’t take you away.
Waiting
Waiting for the red sparks to return
Waiting for the time to change tide
Waiting for the tide to tease my toes
Waiting for the sand to soften my heels
Waiting for breeze to smooth my fears away
Waiting for the candle of hope to keep alight
Waiting for the strength to return
Waiting for the hope to return
Waiting for that star to fall and wish my sadness away
Waiting..
Till I can
OF....
Of fog and rain that smiles at me when I am traveling.
Of first rains that caress the windshield, and bring back memories
Of happiness and freedom that warms the heart.
Of food on the highway that is filled with softness from the heart.
Of smells that transport you to some else place.
Of butterflies that keep you company all night.
Of no space in between to let air pass through.
Of wind in the hair, and emotions in the air.
Of moving mountains, and falling rain
Of breathtaking views, of cliffs below
Of coffee in the cold, corn crisps straight of the stove.
Of spirits that travel back in time,
For all that is shared with mine.
Nitu
Manorama
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na saku
Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh jalde do
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na saku
Kehri hai jo nazar tujhe hai kabhar ki nahi
Kehri hai teri nazar tu bekhabar to nahi
Kehri hai jo nazar tujhe hai kabhar ki nahi
Kehri hai teri nazar tu bekhabar to nahi
Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh dhalne do
Tum kaho to mein roklun jo tumko hai nahi
Seene mein hai kaisi khalish teri kashish to nahi
Tum kaho to mein roklun jo tumko hai nahi
Seene mein hai kaisi khalish teri kashish to nahi
Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Pigle se armaan hai, do pal ke mehman hai
Ankhon ke aalon mein, chahat ki loh jalne do
Tere sawalo ke woh jawab jo mein de na de na saku
Tere bina zindagi hai adhuri tere bina kya hai jeena
Jeena, jeeena, jeeeeeeeeena.