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The perfectionist is here again!

(No, I’m not talking about myself. Read on, hasty judgmentalists!)

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the one and only Amir Khan! The actor’s done it again – he has made an exquisite movie, and has lived up to his one-blockbuster-a-year code.

Ghajini - In one word, terrific. In two words, absolutely terrific. In three, I ain’t kidding.

The movie is a remake of a Tamil film by the same name. (“The first ever movie”, my dad commented, “to be named after the movie’s villain.” I’m not sure about that, but all of us anticipated Amir to be Mr. Ghajini.)

I’m told that everything in the movie, right from the storyline to the characters and actors (except Amir, of course), even the songs are a complete copy of the original. But hey, it’s done very well, and there’s no denying that.

The plot is, Mr. Richie Rich falls in love with Ms. Helpful, who is bumped off by some goondas. In the same incident, Richie gets whacked on the head and is struck by anterograde amnesia thanks to which he…

Zindagi ka Safar

Zindagi ka safar, hai ye kaisa safar,
Koi samjha nahi, koi jaana nahi...


Ever wondered how some people battle and emerge victorious at the bleakest of times, and how some crumble at the teeniest hint of trouble? Ever noticed how some folks get the best of things without striving much and how some break their bones trying to achieve a goal, and pass out a millimeter short of the destination?

Call it Karma, Luck, Destiny or Fate.
What is in store for you, you will definitely receive. No one can take it away from you.

It’s all in your Kismet (aka Kismat).

Like in the Mahabharata, when Dhritarashtra gave the Pandavas the most barren and desolate of areas as their future kingdom to rule, Yudhishtira accepted it without a protest. (Love Krishna’s dialogue here – His words are warm, but the heart is cold.) The new king was not destined to live in miserable quarters, and so Khandavaprastha became Indraprastha, the most thriving and stunning empire of the country, reinvented by magic and mysticism.

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Lonely... I am so lonely...

A lot of people have asked me why I call myself Lonely Princess.
Frankly, I never gave it much thought. It just appealed to me, calling myself a princess, and lonely at that, coz I considered loneliness my steady companion.

Truth be told, I had to choose a name for my blog, and I chose “Life”, and when I was prompted to choose a url, I typed life.blogspot.com. Rejected coz of its brevity, I mechanically clicked life-lonelyprincess, and it got accepted. That’s the story. (And then of course, my namesake told me to personalize it, so I changed it to anujarathi.blogspot.com. But don’t you already know that!)

Now when I think of it, I think I identify myself with the “lonely in a crowd” expression. I’ve met a zillion people in my life, but inspite of being close friends, people always moved on. And I didn’t. I thought that just like me, people would be loyal to the relation and stay, even if they physically moved away. Maybe my temper, maybe my expectations, maybe the monotony – don’t know …

I can walk English, talk English, laugh English...

Hi readers!

No Mahabharata, no news and no books this time.

You know I was an English trainer, don’t you?

Worked with inlingua for 2 years during my Masters as an ESL / EFL instructor (stands for English as a Second/Foreign Language). Twas super! Not only coz I’m smitten by the language, but coz I’m besotted with teaching as well!

I was initially a tad apprehensive as to whether my raging temper could cope with imparting knowledge and skills to a bunch of students. Especially those brats who think they know it all, or those that do not make a pennyworth effort. However, I think I did pretty well, counting by the number of students who made exceptional progress at the end of my instruction, or those that returned asking for “Anuja Ma’am” to tutor their subsequent batch. Gigantic ego-booster!

I taught formally for only 24 months, but I have been guiding people in the language for as long as I can remember. Be it my classmates asking for help with their essays, or my colleagues asking for som…

Cheerharan... And Christmas Cheer!

25 pages, 40 minutes and a reservoir of tears...

That’s how I can describe my reading of the game of dice and ensuing catastrophe that occurred when the Pandavas were invited to Hastinapur by Duryodhana after the Rajasuya yagna.

Never once was I so touched when I saw the Mahabharata on television. (Ramanand Sagar’s direction, wasn’t it?) The emotions escaped me and the actors did little or no justice to the role. Or maybe I was too young to understand the authenticity of their lengthy dialogues, garish gestures and overstated expressions.

As I read Menon’s modern rendering, I can’t help forming a few ideas and hypotheses. I feel the mishap could have been averted, had Yudi declined the invitation and accepted his inability to win at dice. But then, what fate plans, mere mortals can only follow. And so went the troupe to Dhritarashtra-land, courting disaster. That fateful day when Yudi lost his head, and thereafter ended up losing everything he had – his dignity, wealth, kingdom and famil…

Pati, Patni Aur Wo (Stress, What else?!!!)

Men often find their “Miss Right” early in life; it’s only later that they realize her first name is “Always” ;-)

When two people meet and the timing is right, they like each other and enjoy being together. One thing leads to the other, and Cupid strikes. Officially or secretly, the duo call themselves a couple, and are visibly and self-admittedly mad about each other.

As time passes and the relation grows old, novelty and enthusiasm fades. Complaints are commonplace as are silly, exaggerated arguments and meaningless yet terminal fights. Each thinks he/she has made more sacrifices for the relation, and each confesses of having unfulfilled expectations. What was initially endearing and adorable now becomes irritating and appalling. “I am not at fault, and even if I am, my mistake is pardonable as compared to yours” or “How COULD you do that?!!” or “You should be more understanding and tolerant” dominate daily conversation, that ranges from 2-200 calls a day. Sometimes pleasant and mushy…

The Supreme Conqueror

I spoke to an old friend after ages the other day. We live pretty close by, but have lost touch over the last couple of years since each went a different way in college.

I recently heard she had lost her mother, but despite our school-day intimacy, I could not find the nerve to meet her and offer my condolences... I’ve always had a tough time facing death and the relatives of the deceased. Be it one of my junior college-mates who drowned in a freak accident, or a school-mate who hung himself, or another college-mate who expired due to cancer...

Death is the final reality, the ultimate victor. No living thing can say it has evaded vanquishment coz none can elude this destiny. Yet we shun the topic, and the moment someone near talks about it, we are filled with a sense of dread and annoyance. Like when my mum talks about making a will and donating her body/eyes, the men in my familysnap at her and change the subject. WHY? If a person wants something to be done some way after he/she is no …

The 3Ms - Mobile, Magnolia, Mahabharata

Something weird’s happening with my cell-phone. I think meri nazar lag gayi hai...

Remember I told you the teeny darling has everything I’d possibly need, and is my most cherished handset till date? Well, seems like it has taken offence. My hands-free doesn’t work until it’s tilted at a particular (and may I add, highly awkward) angle. Besides that, either the Airtel network is screwed, or my sim has gone nuts. I thought my friend had gone barmy when he said I was messaging his from some other number. But, it was true! When I sms-ed him, instead of my number, there was some other number that was appearing in the sender’s details. Not only that, when I was trying to make a call, I was told my outgoing was barred! Hell! Even the customer care number was not going through. (Thank god it’s toll-free!)

Visited the centre yesterday, so I hope things function normally now. I’m sick of the switch off-switch on, remove sim-insert again formula day in-day out... Besides, I was really freaked out …

Striking a balance

When we were younger, we learnt that balancing is no easy job. But at that time, things were a lot simpler. All we had to balance was our bicycles.

In our enthusiasm, we mounted the bicycle, and in our attempt to ride, we fell off a hundred times. Yet, we kept at it relentlessly, neither our vigor nor our dedication giving away. We request our parents’ and siblings’ assistance, and we finally learn to ride... Feels like flying... Free, liberated, boundless...

And then we grew up.

We realized that there was more to life than just our family or the bike. The cluster of people enlarged from a few to few thousand, and the count of activities ranged from ten to ten million. We learnt that life is not orderly and mutually exclusive. That just coz I’m busy in the kitchen doesn’t mean the irate postman at the door is going to wait patiently until the boiling milk simmers down. There are numerous things and many of them occur all at once.

Which is why we need to choose. Life is all about choices. …

The Power of Perception

You only see what your eyes want to see... How can life be what you want it to be... You’re frozen, when your heart’s not open...

Remember Madonna’s legendary track “Frozen”? The mesmerizing beats take you to another level even as the enchanting lyrics touch your heart...

You’re so concerned with how much you get, you waste your time on hate and regret... You’re broken, when your heart’s not open...

But hey, I’m digressing. (The song never fails to carry me away!) What I have been thinking these days is what is going to make up the content for this post...

Sometimes, even the best of deeds by a "perceived" rival/enemy are given the litmus test. "There must be SOME reason why THIS has been done THIS way"... The habit of taking everything concerning "that" person with a pinch of salt, chewing over notions and intentions...

I’ve said this before – Situations are objective, it is our perceptions and interpretations that color our beliefs a particular way. So many …

Coffee-Time Blogging

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Coffee and blogging, two things I’m crazy about!



Be it the lip-smacking Frappe at Dorabjee or the mouth-watering hot coffee at Pimpri Medical, the yummy cold coffee at Durga near MIT or the delectable beverage at Zaika near Symbi, the tasty thirst-quencher at Model Colony or even the Cappuccino/Latte/Espresso at ritzy coffee bars.
Hot or cold, I love my cuppa. A weekend without one is a weekend gone waste. (Waise I also like my mom-made adrak-tulsi chai, but that's weekday bliss.)

So, well, coffee... I dunno much about brews and origins, but I know I love my coffee and I know coffee beans are horrendous to taste. And that I like coffee better outside than the one made at home. (Maybe it has to do with the entire experience – the mug/glass, the people around, the waiting/drinking/looking around/chatting, the surrounding hullabaloo, music and the like.)

Of course the ambience at expensive coffee shops is agreeable, but their expensive ware can kill desire. I can affirm without vacillati…

Loner’s Paradise

Howz it going people?!

I’m gona play the role of a middleman today; bringing you info on different topics from different sources. (Of course, with explanatory prose and my own musings... Would “Life” be complete without it?!!)

As promised yesterday, here are some lines from The Dark Holds No Terrors that struck a chord with me...

- We can’t pick up life, or relationships, where we left them. People change, life changes. Nothing, not even the same situation or the same person, are identical, at any two given points of time.

- Things that you don’t know, that you’ll never know, always have a significance they don’t really merit. Like when you are dreaming about crossroads. You are eager to find out which way you took, what happened next, what lay at the side you didn’t take, and so on... And the thought continues to bother you long after you’ve woken up and started your routine activities.

- I’m going to get away from this house, this paradise of ... (linen and comforts)... this hell of sava…

Oye! It's Monday

Train stops at Train Station, Bus stops at Bus Station...
No wonder my desk is called Work Station ;-)


Heehee!
It's been an unusual, lazy weekend. Spent time at home after ages, watched a movie with my parents after decades, and had a fantastic afternoon siesta after centuries.

Told you last week that I’m reading The Dark Holds No Terrors by Shashi Deshpande. It’s an unexpectedly amazing book. Or maybe it’s my bias towards distress and grief that made the book special to me. I could relate to (almost) every word and feeling of the protagonist Sarita; right from her ugly-duckling-becomes-swan phase to her bitterness towards her more-adored kid brother. Her fears, her desires, her helplessness, her discreet uncouthness and the unrest within her – all these brought to mind my own conflicts with life, people, situations and myself. Would love to share a few things from the book with you, maybe tomorrow...

So, as I said, apart from reading and sleeping like the proverbial log, I watched Rab…

Meeting Mantras

There are 3 types of people in this world...

Those who can count, and those who cant.


;-)

Smirk smirk...

Well, ok I admit, there are a lot more types of people in this world. But I’m kind of estimating that all of us, sometime in our lives, have been to a meeting/seminar. I’m privileged to attend client meetings these days, and I have come across some peculiar behaviors that instantly register as goofy or elegant.

(You sure as hell know I’m not gona talk about anything very positive; graceful behaviors belong to all those self-help books that I recoil from!) Encouraged by your responses on my earlier post on un-taught teachings, I’m gona share some silly things that people do (yes, even the educated, sophisticated ones) that make us squirm.


(By the way, here's an addition to the teaching nobody taught post - Don't smear your head with some stinky, fetid chameli ka tel. The hair oil reeks and makes life hell for others...)

Without further ado, here is the list of don’ts in meetings (u…

His Holiness, Miraculousness and Loneliness

Further to yesterday's post on my family's equation with God, let's take a more universal view today...

On the whole, India is a very God-fearing nation, as compared to other countries and continents. The Hindu dharma has such an enormous variety of gods and religions, that one way or another, we all share similar beliefs and faiths. Even other creeds converge intermittently, be it Muslim Qayamat or Christian Doomsday. Our vast population that includes Sikh and Jain folks, Parsi and Bengali community, Mallus and Marwaris, and so many more that I can’t recount them all. Despite their independent deities and distinct customs, each says the same thing – love one another and do no evil. I fail to understand how with the same teachings and adarsha, how we manage to stray apart from each other. A worldwide religious summit would really unravel this confusion and communal tension.

Check this... Regardless of our mutual greed for money, none steals at temples, even if there is no se…

What’s your equation with God?

He and I? We’re best friends. (Not the types who I've had at different times in life; those who stay for convenience and walk away when they feel like)...

We don’t meet very often, as in face-to-face, but we keep thinking of each other all the time. We talk daily, and both of us are on the same wavelength, so conflicts are few. We share tremendous trust and camaraderie. He’s always there for me, and I make it a point that he’s always on my mind, intentionally or subconsciously. As Krishna says in the Mahabharata - "I never fail those who give me their trust"

The reward for my undying faith is that I get what I want (or something better!) without trying too hard or fretting too much. And if anyone hurts me, he/she suffers in one way or another... Well, I don’t ask Him to do it, He just loves me too much... He’s a generous buddy, and I demand rationally and responsibly, so we are even.

As far as our interaction goes, I’m not the heavy-duty pooja-paath and hardcore bhakt types…

The Dreaded Word

Nah, I’m not talking about f***. Nor am I talking about any genital organ or anything else grotesque or crass.

I’m talking about the Spartan term CONGRATULATIONS... Or simply congrats, if you may.

I was having lunch when I received a call, saying that I had been short-listed for the job I’m most passionate about. Not just was I happy at an opportunity to get back to my fav profile, but also coz the offer came from a renowned institute in Pune, the expected compensation is respectable if not handsome, and everything else seems promising and do-able!

I’m an extremely extraverted person (if you haven’t concluded that yourself until now).

(No, extraverted isn’t a typo; both extrAverted and extrOverted are correct).

So, being an extrovert, anything that I encounter has to first pass from my lips to the ears of the ones that are close to me, and then we celebrate the emotion. (Celebrate coz only my joys need telling; my troubles and sorrows are effectively felt and sorted out by me.)

So, my first…