LIFE'S LOVELY CRADLE....

REBECCA PART 4: SHAPING ME-2

2012-01-27T21:41:00.000+05:30

REBECCA got created here: REBECCA

There were times I drew myself,

Tried to give a figure to my thin thoughts,

Everything was so detached,

I was unable to view my instance in mirrored lots!

Who was I and how did I appear?

Questions which struck me days apart!

Convinced with how you feel,

Left with how you see,

I had nothing of my own to be.

I was just your creation with no creativity in me!

Still with unopened eyes I lie,

As I free myself to die,

To die and renew!

Rebecca shapes herself with her ashes strewed!!!

Speaking To Conscience: Part 1

2011-11-20T22:27:00.001+05:30

Q: What should I do to protect myself from the troublesome situation?

A: Let things get to you as they are and see how they shape up. It was never simple and it is not so hard yet. It is just that you feel what you want to feel. Love what you are into and feel how it wants you to feel.

Don’t judge, don’t react. Just accept. Accept that the things are not how you want them to be and accept one more thing that things will someday be how you want them to be.

Give yourself some time. Talk to yourself as you are doing now and see your reflections around. Find people like you. Talk to them and share with them. Be a help and let them help you.

Breathe as slow as you can and sometimes as fast as no one can. Decide for yourself and not for the time. Rule yourself and not the situation. Reverberate with yourself and not with the dilemma you are in. Don’t fight! It won’t help.

Don’t be passive as it is the worst thing you could do to yourself. Don’t run away and don’t try to face. There is nothing to face. The only truth around is you and your existence. No one can take it away from you.

I know life could have been simpler. I know decisions could have been rational. But then I know one more thing that there is no enthusiasm and agility in something which is simple and known.

Love yourself as much as you can and love whatever you have done. Do not repent as you did not do anything wrong. You made some wrong moves, but then that is how we have to be to exist with divine. Take some wrong moves and end the vicious circle.

Merge with me and let yourself be free.

NEWS 17/11/2011 from @VSAR's BLOG

2011-11-17T19:55:00.000+05:30

This requires more research than my job does! But I do it for you, all you beautiful people who read what I write.

So here are some stories which looked like headlines to me today.

1. “Dear God, let me do this for you.”

This is not at all a private letter to almighty but Oscar Ramiro Ortega-Hernandez’s feelings. The man from Idaho was caught on Wednesday in Pennsylvania.

His crime?

He dared to shoot at the White House, last Friday night.

The police believe him to be a mental patient obsessed with God and his dictations to him. I don’t know where these people come from and how do they get such vibrations in brain.

The hearing on the White House shooting was today.

The best part of the entire episode; this was not the first time that White House has been shot. So it won’t feel anything new happening to it. The President and his wife were travelling, so stop thinking about their well being and read the next news. J

2. Keeping you updated with SOPA, don’t remember it?

SOPA, guys, the Stop Internet Piracy Act that was proposed by Eric Schmidt from Google Inc. I mentioned it in the yesterday’s news. Anyways, if you don’t know, get yourself updated.

The latest news from SOPA’s kitty is that it is being opposed as a bill which can cause internet censorship. One more censor. I can’t tolerate it. Can you?

3. Bradley Cooper, remember him? Of! Course you do. The Hangover hunk? J

He is selected as 2011’s sexiest man alive. I hope Jack Black doesn’t get tempted by this and start trying to look handsome. :D

4. Even after ruining Nokia’s cell market and capturing the entire web, the hunger of Google doesn’t seem to stop.

Here they are with the official launch of their Google Music. With this, they seem to overtake Apple’s itune.

Let us see google, how far can you make it?

5. Now, one from my desk; after starving a lot, I actually made others starve today. (This doesn’t make any sense, does it?)

Keep yourself updated : HERE

NEWS 16/11/2011 from @VSAR's BLOG

2011-11-16T20:14:00.001+05:30

The day has been a little restless and unworthy for me as I spent most of the time doing nothing.

Let us see how it was for others… :)

1. Heather Locklear and Jack Wagner took their relationship one step back. They called off their engagement. Awesome!!! Wasn’t it? Sorry if it hurt your feelings but these silver screen babies have this habit of doing this more than often.

2. There is a new revolution in the online world. Don’t worry! No one takes away Google’s credit. Eric Schmidt, the Executive Chairman of Google has proposed a new law to the online world. It is called SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act) and intends to screw all of us who love watching pirated movies, playing pirated games and listening to pirated music. So all you pirates, be aware or book yourself a separate cell.

3. Watch out for evil queen Julia Roberts in the forthcoming Hollywood attraction: Mirror Mirror. What do you want more? Go and catch up with the trailer on youtube or something.

4. For all the SUV lovers, here is Ford with its 2013 Ford Escape. The Los Angeles Auto show saw this beautiful baby. Wait for it and till then be relieved by some of its pictures on Google. ;)

5. Last but not the least, one from my desk. I will be sued by my readers someday for writing on so many varied topics. :D

Keep looking for more updates here: NEWS @ @VSAR

REBECCA PART 3: SHAPING ME-1

2011-11-14T19:16:00.000+05:30

REBECCA got created here: REBECCA

I rise to see the clouds unveiled,

The drops still wetting the locks.

Brightness once proposed to be dim, feels blinding,

The air whispers to the nakedness of my physical lot.

Hard to feel the toughness of land,

The feet seem to be numb and bland.

Touch doesn’t work anymore,

The hands have lost their power to control.

Smells are unique,

They don’t seem to distinguish themselves as they flow,

My voice voices me,

It has my inner glow.

No more do I resemble the dead,

REBECCA shapes me and in me she dwells……

To be continued….

TAARAA & @VSAR: EPISODE 1

2011-11-12T12:20:00.001+05:30

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REBECCA PART 2: NAMING MYSELF

2011-11-05T22:03:00.003+05:30

Continued from: I AM BORN

You called me names,

And made them me,

You did it for yourself,

And engraved on me,

You tried to mould,

And make me resemble how you thought me to be.

I revoke you of your rights on me,

And name myself REBECCA,

REBECCA, which binds me to me.

To be continued….

REBECCA PART 1 : I AM BORN

2011-11-04T19:16:00.003+05:30

I held the music you deprived me off,

I made the noise you stripped me off,

I touched the soul you ripped me off,

I saw the light you blinded me off.

& now you come back and enquire:

Where did I get the support you showed me not?

The hands have power to create answers,

The will has knowledge to lay off pasts,

You shout, I speak not,

But my dreams have answers to shut you off!!!

To be continued…..

Some Lines.....

2011-09-22T21:36:00.000+05:30

Some lines drawn on the sheet,

Some lines drawn in vain,

Some lines with shades of dark,

And some erased somewhere during the path.

Some lines reluctant to express,

Some with a start till end.

Some having the truths to unfold,

Some with secrets hidden deep below their mold.

And then too all have a certain story to tell,

And a smile to share,

And some tears to shed.

Some lines drawn on the sheet,

They rise, rise where all of them meet.

GREED (2/7)

2011-09-08T09:43:00.003+05:30

Continued from: WRATH (1/7)

The desire when ends, ends you in and out and when it grows beyond the proximity of imagination, it demands for a transformation; a transformation from being good to being bad.

I had tried to acquire the greed to be successful than everyone around, to own more than anyone can ever; but it has never stretched in me for more than a day. The reason why I kill it before it can kill me, is the soul which I want to prevent. My soul is not acquired, it is my gift and it will be the last thing which will transmute.

ONE FINE DAY, I HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH THE GREED:

Greed: See all want to be happy and merry, but you should be happier than them.

Av: There will be still a lot who will be happier than me, where will all this end?

Greed: Come on! Boy, life is all about competition and stepping over each other.

Av: If I belong to the race, I will also be stepped over some day.

Greed: How about being the best, the chosen one among all?

Av: The chosen one was he who taught to stand together with all.

Greed: Don’t you want to prove something to this world?

Av: Will the world be happy if I prove something to it, or will it be greedy to prove things more than me?

Greed: So, you want to remain reckless through life; staying away from the competition makes a horse go wild.

Av: A wild horse rather than a tamed one, a wish that I wish for rather than a replicated one, and a soul as free as it was once, better way to live rather than the greedy one.

And he disappeared, with a smile on his face and eyes full of tears.

I knew that this is what he wants; he wants me to stay away from him.

& I Get Crossed Again

2011-08-07T19:48:00.001+05:30

Was it a cry that they cared for, or was it just a lonely devil inside,

Was it a breath that they looked for, or was it just the smell of blood far aside?

The dwelling peace and the rained mud,

The whispers in the silence that all dreamt for,

Music in the breeze when the days were not so calm,

The gifts for who never belonged and a shoulder for them, who had no one to return,

The promises in short which I made, some fulfilled some still remain,

The heart achieved through constant concern,

The heart which feels for everyone,

The heart which made me crossed then,

Seems to have crossed me again.

I got holes in my body, to make them free from the pains,

And now when I reside in them,

I see them pierced every now and then.

Was it a fool’s decision that I made once again,

Am I made to suffer the hurting till the end?

I got crossed to reside in you, to see myself resurrected with you again,

To see my life in you begin,

But what happened before happened again,

A devil’s cry is taken care of again,

And now I get crossed,

I get crossed again.

A petite attempt to summarize the pains,

Of The ONE who got crossed,

And is still getting crossed for us again and again........................

Random @ Avsar

2011-07-15T22:06:00.001+05:30

1.    Q.    What was there in Rang De Basanti that was not in Delhi 6?
     A.    One talked about Bhagat Singh and it will always be relished if we involve something of past. And the second talked about PRESENT...and we are not ready to accept that we can ever be wrong at any point.

2. Since the times of Jaliyawala Baag, we have always believed on wrong numbers by government. That day it was 389...and day before yesterday, 13/07/2011, it was 21.

3.   You are like every other guy till you have a GIRLFRIEND.

4. Girls are the most beautiful when they look at you with LOVE in their eyes, and you don't know that they are looking at you. They are angles whose love can never be seen in its true form.

5. Things do not change with time.... They get wonderful!!!

6. People bathe us after we are born, and they do the same after we die.

7. I miss my friends a lot!

8. How can we resist pain? Is it some kind of passion which makes us do that?

9. A small noise can be as good as a loud one, if you have the right intentions behind it.

10. Friends and Family.

TWO TAKES

2011-06-07T19:58:00.002+05:30

The molted metal and the burning water,

The rusted iron and the frozen air,

The blinded daylight and the deafened music,

The dryness of rainfall, and the greenery of autumn,

The emptiness of the occupied, and the rejection of getting accepted,

The twist in the straight and the best in that, which was bad,

The insane sanity and the lonely togetherness,

The wasted applied, and the fertile with flavors of sterile,

The sad happiness and the plenteous lean.

The two takes of life and eternity.

WRATH ( 1/7)

2011-05-09T16:25:00.000+05:30

"The day I break my silence and wipe the smiles off my face, world will become unbearable for most of you around me as then you will see me closer to first of my sins: WRATH"

And when I shout this (today inside), I mean every inch of my statement and will wait for the day, you all force me to become a volcano with a massive vent.

I never asked for a mockery as I never mocked anyone,
I never asked for a favor as I don't believe in one,
I never asked for an advice as I forbid myself from advising anyone.

Am I cruel?
No! The people are.
They consider themselves capable of something which can be achieved or probably already achieved by everyone, half their potential.

Would like to name a few who continuously piss me off and who want me to react, but that won't help. Let them realize this themselves.

This is an advice; Do not confuse my smile and silence with my inefficiency to understand things because when I speak, I know things won't remain so fascinating.

ADIOS!!!

GHOSTS of POSTS PAST...

2011-04-01T15:02:00.000+05:30

Some MEMORABLE POSTS which are lost under the POST INDEXES......

1. My genuine effort to segregate PRESENT from PAST & FUTURE

2. A Fictional Experience

3. Rest in PIECE

Difficult for me to make a note of all those forgotten pasts; as mentioned in Rest in PIECE...

I don`t want to be a part of history cause it has the credit to forget the greater ones and remembering the timid ones!!!

Continuation...

2011-04-01T13:15:00.001+05:30

continued from setting sun!!

Rusted, smoothened, philosophical acquaintance, superstitions,

The tarots, the parrots, the future in cards....

Everything comes to zero,

When a mind plays games....

Games to be lost…

Sickening, fluctuating, dismaying, burnt,

The medicines, the care, the hands of God…

Everything seems to be over,

When you lose the cover..

The cover of your own…..

Then we sit,

Sit to relax and with a wish to return,

And all the scenes, breathes, sounds and touches,

Seem to be lost…

Lost, never to return….

to be continued....

Contribute to Indrowines

2011-03-22T22:33:00.001+05:30

AS I plan for a NOT SO ME LIVE POST on INDROWINES, I have many thoughts rushing through my mind as to how to tackle the whole thing.
My last such kind of post on TANTRA & SADHUS, did have a large number of views but this one being a stereotypical will not reach to many.
And as such, the whole idea behind it is so big for me that the topic can not even achieve 1/10th of my expectations.

If you read my blog often or even if you are a first time visitor please do go through these:

Get some idea about my idea (though I don't use an idea..lol!) and if you can, contribute. :)

What's There In The Name?

2011-03-19T20:53:00.002+05:30

Yes,
Said by "Chacha" Shakespeare and imitated by all! :)
Got this official mail a few days back and cannot disclose the content because of the fear of getting enclosed in a dungeon; used the saying with perfect intelligence and then too a little negligence.

A few years back Bollywood was hit by a massively overacted comedy flick named One Two Three. I feel embarrassed and yet proud to say that I bought the ticket for it. And still see some parts when life gets too sensible. :) There too the so called sootradhaar aka narrator, didn't miss an opportunity to prove Shakespeare wrong.

So I sat down, of! course ideally on a Saturday afternoon thinking about how could Shakespeare leave a pothole open for him to be proved wrong.

As he said What is there in the name and as people took it on face value that everything is about the name. I am forced to sprinkle some of my thoughts on them who mistook the saying and some who can mistake it in near or later future:

With a recent example: Three guys working on the same project share the same name but known for different intricacies involved. So What's there in the name??

An old one: If Mahatama was named as Bhagat by his parents and the vice versa from the side of Bhagat's parents, we would have seen Bollywood fighting over a project named MAHATAMA rather than BHAGAT.

So guys, what is there in the name?

A little Global and Natural approach to prove my point: If Tsunami was named Volcanic Eruption, would Tsunami arise from a Volcano's vent?

Shakespeare was correct as always!

There is nothing in the name. Everything is about you nature, image and character. Build it strong, and the NAME is built up.

ps: started working on a new blog: INDROWINES. The link can be found on the right hand side of Life's Lovely Cradle. Would be happy to have readers review my posts there! :)

& Hence I write, I write again!!!

2011-03-03T00:09:00.000+05:30

I thought to get doomed,

& Hence I started to Write.

I thought to forget the world that felt sorry,

& To give my rage a vent I continued to Pen.

As the time went by never to return,

It gave me a paper and asked me to run,

I ran overlooking the hurdles with the paper in my hand,

& the time driving me far,as far as it can.

The last stop was the peak,

& There I sat to think all that I gained,

& Hence I write, I write again.

Alone Protector 21

ZIG-ZIAG

2010-11-29T15:44:00.001+05:30

The slight whisper,

The heavenly twister,

And the smart punctuations of life;

The halts which I made,

The falls which I take,

Will resemble the mode of my cries;

He laughs and so do I,

We both tend to rejoice,

What I know is known by him,

And of! Course, nothing did he hide!

THE BOY GIRL STORY

2010-10-28T21:14:00.008+05:30

Once upon a time a little male and female human met. They shared their toys and broke one from the other’s basket. There was a heart loud cry and an everlasting enmity then done. The boy wanted revenge and so did the girl.

And hence the story of vengeance with a motive to settle the score had begun.

They grew little older and so did their thoughts. Learning the lessons of forgiveness brought them closer. Vision was same and so was the reception. Butterflies were beautiful to chase and the birds did compose music.

They sat throughout the day listening to the birds and watching the multicolored butterflies.

And hence started the story of companionship, banal but unique like none.

The butterflies became balloons and the birds were now the cartoons, but still the two were together watching the setting sun. Friendship was maturing and so were there fights. Now there were no broken toys anymore, rather some broken lies. No baskets to be owned but the ownership of each other’s choice.

And hence that grew between them which are forbidden, that takes away the fun and increases many more potholes to be done.

Then one day, he gave her a rose. She was happy like never as he bowed. The ring stapled them together and stamped responsibilities of each other. Once who fought for toys became the toy’s protectors.

It did some more, it made them reside in a single abode and made them fight and live with grievances which they never had before.

And hence the story that started with a joint cry ended with ‘together but alone.’

Ps: Hope people get the meaning!! :D

WHAT ARE WE FIGHTING FOR? (My brief take on communal riots in India)

2010-09-25T03:12:00.006+05:30

Q. Why am I at all wasting my words writing the things which are already known and never understood?

A. A statement which my brother in law made when we were talking about the deferred statement of high court on the Ram Janmbhoomi episode forced me to rethink about what our country has gone through till now and what are the probabilities of more of such occurrences.

He said, “Do you know what is holding India till now? It is nothing else than earth’s gravity. Who knows, the political parties will start a matrix fight once we lose it too. They will fly and kill.

This was not only funny but a trenchant and rotten truth. It made a man like me think about what our country has gone through in the past 60 years of its independence. I will emphasize on me because I have been least concerned about these things ever in my life as most of us are. We go through the headlines and watch them in the news, talk about them and then sit back to enjoy our pizza.

Writing about this is going to be the greatest challenge but I hope to pen down my feelings as well as I can.

INDIA: THE COUNTRY OF RAM, SHIVA, JESUS & ALLAH

I hope no one is expecting me to provide a geographical location of India or the count of population. One can easily find it somewhere in the Wikipedia.

India was invaded or not, that is not an issue right now. What we should know is that it has been the abode of all the religions and communities for more than two hundred years now (probably more than that, I am not so good with history).

All the religions have found a resting and peaceful place in here. It has helped everyone to grow on own. And we did understand this before much before the day of our independence from the British crown.

A small game was played at that time. A game which was referred as divide and rule and the citizens of this holy land did nothing except dropping their thinking caps which were crushed by the politicians of that era and are yet being squelched by the men of same dishonorable clan.

1947 resulted in an INDEPENDENT INDIA and a DIVIDED INDIA.

1947 caused a DEAD EMOTIONLESS INDIA.

1947 saw more than 10,000 humans of both the communities (obviously Hindu and Muslim) dead and more than 25000 injured.

What an independence was that,

Drenched with blood and dressed with flesh

What an independence was that!

I was going through a report on featuring communal riots in India and the ones which I am going to relate now are kind of funny in their own satirical way.

In the year 1961, Jabalpur saw uproar of hindu-muslim grievances. The cause was a Hindu girl who ran away with her Muslim lover who happened to be the son of local bidi businessman.

The second was in Assam, 1968, when a fight broke between the two communities just because a Hindu boy was seen chasing a cow which belonged to a Muslim. The simple act of getting rid of the animal which had accidently intruded his land cause a death of nearly 100 people belonging to both the communities.

What can anyone feel by considering the above two situations out of the many; that we want to fight and kill each other.

A match stick needs a strike to burn and Indians need a reason (however silly it may be) to kill each other.

I am deliberately ignoring the wonderful acts of miseries and murders that happened in October 1984 (anti-Shikh riot), the Ramjanmbhoomi-masjid controversy (1989 till date) and February 2002 (Godhra-kand) because they need not be talked about any more. They have always been in news and reports are yet being submitted by various government organization.

60 years of independence and more than 60 riots, this is how we have shaped our independent India.

When British withdrew their guns, we pointed one on each other.

That is how independent we are.

“WHAT A SUICIDAL INDEPENDENCE!”

THE COUNTRY: NOW

I know a few people and you might be knowing some too who take pride on hating their fellow human beings just because they are Hindu or Muslim.

This minority is easily molded to murder and also to get murdered.

A rotten apple spoils the lot.

The rulers of our country utter some meaningless speeches and the rotten apples adhere to whatever they say without giving them a second thought.

Then starts the rage banked with some brainless and emotionless thoughts causing all to happen.

The only thing which comes to an end is a rational brain of creative thoughts.

If you are a victim, you try to form a vendetta and if you victimized others, you rot for more of such blood which you shed before.

And the massacre continues.

We burn with hate and forget a fact that hell is a place to burn and devil is someone who burns.

India lost the beauty of Kashmir to this hatred and we are on to lose many Kashmirs because of it still residing in us.

We can never change the politicians as they are born with it, born to lead us in a haywire way so that we can never be enough motivated to select our leaders properly.

So let them do their work, let them speak ugly and do the ugliest things.

INDIA does not need a few political lots to control its integrity.

I would request everyone to go through our history once and try to state one rational decision we ever made before starting a fight.

We do not need the hatred and anger to survive! If you cannot love everyone, stop hating them too.

A reason, how big it is, can never be bigger than a person’s life and here we are talking about INDIA, the country which is the home of more than 1.2 billion people living together despite of the difference in their religion and languages.

“ram, allah, yeshu, gurunanak, sabhi aise shabd hain jinko bol kar sukoon milta hai”

EVERYBODY’S FINE: REVIEW

2010-09-24T10:57:00.004+05:30

What will you expect from a movie with as big a star cast as ‘Everybody’s Fine’?

My first reaction when I came to know about it was that it is a must watch; for Robert De Niro’s class, Drew Barrymore’s sweetest acts, Kate Beckinsale’s stunning beauty, Sam Rockwell’s amazing performances and Kirk Jones’s splendid direction.

But after watching the movie (thrice in a day), I need to convey that ‘Everybody’s Fine’ is more than all of these. To be specific, it is more than just a seven plus rated movies. It is a phenomenon which takes over you, which forces you to think more than usual and which tries to carry out some changes if not many in all of us; despite of you being a father or children.

Since the day I started taking decisions on my own, there was a usual tendency in me of ignoring my father in all the plans and developments in my life as I was never so close to him but always included my mother in everything important and necessary. She has been the source of communication between my father and me.

The story of my life is not very peculiar, as I feel, at least some of you reading this review or watching the movie sitting alone or with your friends might be recollecting the same observations of your life too.

‘Everybody’s Fine’ is nothing but the tale of the lot I belong to or probably you belong to.

Robert De Niro plays Frank, the widower who after losing his wife realizes that she was the only connection between him and his kids. Obeying to his intuitions of knowing the wellness of his children; David, Amy (Kate), Rosie (Drew) and Robert (Sam), and ignoring his poorly shaped lungs, the old man starts his expedition to trace the wellness of his kids.

The whole movement that Frank carries visiting places where his children were placed made him realize that all of them were hiding something or the other from him and all his meetings ended with the same question ‘Are you happy?’.

‘Everybody’s Fine’ gives us an insight of a father who felt lost because of his children creating a barrier of ‘I am fine’ with him and it is also shows us the feelings of deep regret that all of his children were facing because they did not want to ‘hurt’ their father by making him realize the true situations they were in. Above all it is also the realization that all of them had at the last when the father accepted his children to be grown up enough, to face their life and the children understood the importance of being true to their father about all their things.

All the actors undoubtedly were remarkable but everyone had a special moment on the screen.

Kate was the finest with the emotions of her surprise while seeing Frank (Robert De Niro) in her house.

Sam’s expressions were the best during one of the last scenes when he is seen placing a candle in front of his brother’s picture.

Drew was lovable throughout her role, the best being the talk with Frank on the dinner table.

And finally Robert De Niro; as I mentioned, the movie is more than a work of cinema and De Niro is more than just an actor in the movie. You can end up confusing his name with ‘Frank’, the role he played after your watch. No scenes can be specified as the best as every time you find his presence on the screen, he is always the best.

After four years of a huge success gained by the famous comedy ‘Nanny Mcphee’, Kirk Jones writes and directs ‘Everybody’s Fine’. If you enjoyed his first two directorial ventures; ‘Waking Ned Devine’ and ‘Nanny Mcphee’, you are going to fall in love with this one. There is something special about this man, and that is not a hand on direction or writing, it is the hand on emotions and handling. None of the scenes are exaggerated and complicated, there is a swift flow throughout the movie and this can only be achieved by someone who can feel rather than surreal.

EVERYBODY’S FINE has everything superb and fantastic.

A must watch for everyone, as there is a story which relates to all.

DREAMS: The Four Dimensional View!

2010-09-24T10:24:00.009+05:30

How many of you have heard this before; ‘LIFE IS NOT A BED OF ROSES’, and how many of you have really felt this?

We keep on bugging ourselves with the same repetitive thoughts of this world being overly competitive and the need to struggle to get ahead in this life; which my friends, was never a bed of roses.

But due to our continuous perseverance to achieve the so called moving forward in life or should I say the bureaucratic success, we lost the real meaning of success itself.

When you were born, there was nothing that you achieved, and when you went to school and moved to college to get a degree; you just did what others wished you to do and I know this is right in most of the cases. We keep on following, rather, copying the trends of society. What about the things that you wanted to do? What about the dreams that you had? What about becoming a super hero, a good non corrupt politician or a painter or even a musician?

Did we ever give a thought about this? No, never, we just lose them. In the process of making some extra money to buy the materialistic beauties that surround us, we forget the real beauties which were our DREAMS.

We keep on making our lives a bed of roses and forget that it isn’t made so. It has to be thorny for us to bleed and burn before we can really have that peaceful sleep.

I have tried to talk and write about dreams and how to stick to them before, but, now I feel I should write about how our view perverts the existence of our dreams.

THE ONE DIMENSIONAL DREAM: LINE

I call them ‘THE TRUE DREAMS’ because they are born with our capability to recognize shapes, colors and people.

This is when we are child and cartoons are our best friends. We love to see cats and dogs playing with their mirror images and the books are nothing but a representation of what we can make out of them. Whether we want to tear them apart of try to recognize the things on them with a vivid comparison to the small group of things we are acquainted of.

The time when we want to become the Jerry of the TOM AND JERRY show or one of the cats from THE SWAT CATS; and Of Course! We love to sing and dance with our own sways without any relevance with that of Michael Jackson or Britney Speers.

We are allowed to dream and do whatever we like.

I remember one of my one dimensional dreams. It was that of protecting my house by surrounding it with webs as Spiderman does. I along with some of my friends circumvented the all around the garden with woolen balls to make my dream a success. It was beautiful and I was more than happy doing it which according to me now was foolish.

I hope you are getting the point; THE ONE DIMENSIONAL VIEW IS DOING WHATEVER YOU FEEL MAKES YOU HAPPY. And when we are young we dream in this way.

Remember what made you sleep, or what still makes you sleep; is it thinking about a big house or a fast car or is it still the same, thinking something not so rational.

These, my friends are the one dimensional dreams where you are the hero and the chosen one, where you have a one lined thought of doing whatever makes you happy.

TWO DIMENSIONAL DREAMS: SQUARE

As we grow up, something else too grows up with us, which is the logic of life that is never self-developed but occupied from the world around you.

You wake up, brush your teeth, have a bath and get ready to go to school, to gain some of these educations, not only to make you think more reasonably but also to have a broader vision of whatever you thought before.

The period, I l would like to call as the two dimensional view developers.

Now, you start searching for the reasons and authentications. Tom and Jerry are no more your best buddies whom you dreamt of meeting sometime, they become just some goofy cartoons which made you feel happy.

Superman and Spiderman are not actually as great as they do not exist apart from the comic books you love to read. Now you know the writer and occasionally applaud them for the superb imagination that they carry.

This is the first time when you question GOD.

Before this he gave you this life, but now the school education has clarified that he had no hands or even his pinky in your birth.

In the one dimensional view you ignored the widths of your dreams and thoughts. The two dimensional perspective has the width along with length.

The width forces you to think logically and teaches that the world is not a fairytale.

This is the first time when you hear, ‘There is a big competitive world outside and life is not a bed of roses. If you have to win, you have to strive.’

You pick up one of the two dimensional dreams that someone suggested or probably you made yourself believe as your own, to become your goal.

And there lies the foundation of an engineer, a doctor, a banker or any of the professionals.

Your dreams get a shape now, something like a square.

THE THREE DIMENSIONAL VIEW: CUBE

You might become very successful in the endeavor of giving your life a shape but as you grow one more thing becomes vital; the vitality of responsibility.

Life has taught you one big lesson that as you proceed further in it, you have to become more responsible towards everyone who has been with you to travel so far and even make some new relations to take care of.

This adds one more dimension to your dreams, the dimension of depth/height.

Now, you are no longer alone and your dreams are no longer only yours, although I agree, that they were never yours before too till you were a child.

Suddenly the fight for individual recognition steps off. It takes the shape of the recognition of your family.

‘I’ loses its meaning as ‘We’ takes its place.

This is the three dimensional view of your dreams where you do not dream for yourself but for everyone around you.

The sight which wandered through one surface, has many to wander now as now what you are seeing is no longer a square, it is a cube.

THE FOUR DIMENSIONAL VIEW: TESSERACT

All tasks accomplished. You made yourself a success by acquiring everything that the world around had to provide, may be more than that, but still something remains.

That something which even you do not know, adds a fourth dimension to your view.

You start searching for the unknown, most of the times it is peace and even GOD in some cases.

You start focusing upon the bigger picture of everything that is happening around and are no longer concerned about the materialistic amenities that world has provided you with.

As a tesseract is still only a theoretical concept, your dream too becomes theoretical and hypothetical, without any proper goal in it.

The fourth dimensional view represents your decline, decline from everything that you have or wanted to have.

THE QUESTION IS

My question to all of you, who have gone through this transition or are going through it now, is:

WHAT DID YOU, OR WILL YOU GAIN AT LAST?

Wasn’t it just because you wanted to make your life more comfortable that you murdered the dreams that you originally had?

If Life is not supposed to be a bed of roses, why to give it a try at all, why not to struggle till the end to become something you wished for?

Even if you wanted to become a super hero, why not give it a try?

Why to make it so complicated at last that you are left with nothing practical, not even the word practical which made you struggle for something or the other throughout your life?

TRY TO ANSWER THE ONE DIMENSIONAL QUESTIONS.

HOT TUB TIME MACHINE  REVIEW

2010-07-22T00:21:00.006+05:30

A hot tub causes the time travel of four friends from 2010 to 80’s, but why?

There was absolutely no endeavor made throughout the movie to explain as to what happened and what was the real secret behind the sudden transformation of the ‘hot tub’ into a time

machine except a few conversational blah-blahs that the characters made amongst themselves.

Lots of loopholes and no tie ups in the plots was how the script resembled.

Suddenly a farting old man entered the screens proclaiming himself to be the repair man of the hot tub and also the ‘chosen’ one having the knowledge of the outrageous time travel. He kept on appearing-disappearing and reappearing illogically, throughout the movie and was the most irritating of all the characters.

If it was for fun that Steve Pink made a movie like this, that would have been fine but he tried to introduce some sentiments and preaching too which did not suit the mood.

Enjoying the overflow intensity of vulgar remarks and suddenly uttering some ‘my best friend’ lecture was how all the players in the movie fastened.

John Cusack needs to be selective now. 2012 did not work and neither this 2010à1986 works. He is a good actor but somehow isn’t made for comic roles. Dramas and thrillers are the genres which go hand in hand with his appearance and acting.

Clark and Craig are good but Clark was much better in Sex Drive.

Rob Corddry steals the show all round because his role was one which was as cynical as the plot of the movie. He was too good with all the one liners and insults. I enjoyed his act throughout the movie.

Coming back to the plot; what were they actually trying to show?

1. You cannot change things in the past even though you want to; as represented in the scene where John gets stabbed by his 80s girlfriend although he tries hard to change the situation.

2. Or was it; you can change you future by going back into the past? As happened in the last, everyone’s life becomes a sudden celebration due to a guy staying back in the past with full knowledge of future.

HOT TUB TIME MACHINE does not bore you but is unable to create any impression too. It is just see and forget types. You can have some laughs because of the dialogues; otherwise everything else is worth nothing.

I will rate this movie as: 2/5