Monday, June 29, 2009

Nature Person

Last weekend was fun. My friends and I went out first for dinner beach side and then to Aguada Fort next morning. And we saw ruins of Aguada right down at the rocks where hardly anybody goes. It's a 5 minutes walk past the lighthouse and you have the most breathtaking view. It's a beautiful place and I had to think twice before mentioning it here because I saw the tourist swarm at the Aguada fort and I don’t want the same to happen down there too. But then, how many people will really read this blog anyway?

I’ve always been a nature person. I can get myself lost when I’m out in the wild. Normally, when I’m with my friends or cousins, I talk a lot. Not that I’m a chatterbox, but I contribute, or at the very least I’m listening raptly. But when we go on picnics or trekking, I go mute. I’m hardly aware of anything around me except the view, the sounds, and the very freshness that nature provides. I take a deep breath and all life woes disappear. It's like my entire system undergoes the shut down and restart procedure.

My friends call me ‘weird’ and ‘mental’ when they are out with me. They never understand what happens to me. And I don’t blame them because I do weird stuff. I wander off alone, climb trees and rocks, jump in water, play with grasshoppers and snails…the list is endless. And I love doing it; it's a part of me that even I can’t explain.

When I was in Pune for two years, I practically hated that city. Every time I would long to come back home. For quite some time I thought that I was homesick, yet I knew I enjoyed the freedom. But one day, travelling back to Goa in bus, I looked out of the window and saw the lush green fields in the early morning dew just beyond Pernem and I realised that this is what I’d been missing in the city. In Goa, all you need to do is drive out 2-3 kms and you are out of the city, you can go for a walk without worrying about crowds or pollution something that the metros could never provide.

This weekend too I was amid nature again, spending two days at my mum’s native village… enjoying the rains, clicking photographs and plucking lemons with my aunts.

Ever since I was a kid, nature’s been an intricate part of my life. I spent all my summer vacations at my natives with my cousins playing outdoor games in mud. In scjool too, i would wait to sign up for nature camps and overnight treks. And as years have passed, my love for nature has only increased.
Sometimes when I think if I had not gone after a secure life and wandered around to search my true calling, I would probably end up in the wild, surviving thick jungles and climbing tall mountains, painting white waterfalls or photographing tiger cubs and rescuing king cobras. There’s something about it that’s more wonderful than love, more mysterious than death, more innocent than a child and more adventurous than life. And it never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes I think… if there’s anything in this world worth living for, it's this… NATURE.

Thursday, June 25, 2009


My exams in the second week of June meant that I couldn’t be online for almost a month now. But that didn’t mean that I stopped writing, it just wasn’t uploaded. And that’s what I’m doing now, all the previous posts, lined up one after another. The first one is here.

Here’s how bored I was sometime in April that I actually wrote this:

I have a shocking revelation to make!
Two years after the film released with ultimate hype and shocking reviews, I watched ‘Saawariya’ on TV. I had refrained from doing so after the dire warnings of my many friends. But you see, I was bored, nobody was home, and it was the only other thing running on TV besides ‘Beauty and the Geeks’. Every other channel ran re-runs of soaps, news and advertisements.
But that’s not the shocking revelation. The shocking revelation is that, I LIKED THE MOVIE.

I had nothing to lose when I sat down to watch the movie and I had no expectations whatsoever. The movie promises everything that the reviews had revealed. Frames bathed in eternal blues and blacks, streets and streets that lead to nowhere, houses and houses where no one lives, the river which is smaller than an average drainage seems to be there only to justify the curvy bridge that centres the story. Sonam Kapoor laughs where she should be crying and cries where she should be laughing. The film reveals nothing in terms of the era, the time, the place…just goes on eternally dreamlike, unlike one of those magnificent Shakespeare plays that capture your imagination breaking the boundaries of the four corners of the stage on which it is presented. And mind you, even they give you the era and the place. Maybe if Saawariya had been a play, it would have been better accepted. Is that what Sanjay Leela Bhansali was trying to do perhaps? Capture the essence of theatre on screen? Backfired, dint it?

Wait, I think I was trying to tell why I liked the movie. As I already said, I wasn’t expecting much. And maybe therefore I looked beyond the obvious to try to figure out Bhansali’s intentions behind making a bizarre movie like this. So what I saw was its perfect frames, it felt like canvas after canvas of lifelike paintings put together on reel. The story of a boy, who falls for that sad b’ful face and tries to be her prince charming, and the girl who waits for her man, which even in this day and age does happen. I liked it for its melodious music, and Ranbir Kapoor for his shockingly expressive eyes. And lastly for the ending with the perfect dilemma, to choose between a love that took an eternity to materialise or the one that waited on just to make you smile. It felt like what a girl like her would ordinarily do. I can understand the outrage at seeing Ranbir’s heart break and the lack of logic behind her actions, but ever heard of the phrase ‘Love is blind’???
Maybe that’s why Bhansali portrayed it without an age and time or a definite backdrop, perhaps he was trying to show that it could happen anywhere, anytime?

The film is like abstract art worthy of Picasso, it could mean different things to different people, sometimes left with no meaning at all. And whatever it meant to Bhansali, it seems like it at least touched one bored heart!