Of Love Aajkal and men

Interesting movie; given the fact that I watched this movie some 6 times at least. I have been getting a lot of flak over this at work since some members from my team watched this movie on my recommendation and did not like it. So what did I like about this movie?

Well I thought Saif's performance was awesome - both as the modern day Jai and as the young Veer Singh Panesar. While I can rave about Saif's performance especially as the Veer-avatar, what I like about the movie is the fact that it tries to show that love never changes over time, albeit the process of realising soul-mate has changed drastically even over two generations.

The complexity of the relationship between Jai and Meera - be it them dating and ending up in each others arms; or them acknowledging the fact that they need to break up to avoid "heart burn"; or Meera soliciting Jai's help to woo the other guy in her life; or each of them lying at crucial moments so that the other could move on (crap! I hate this "for the general good" business) - the process of finding soul-mates couldn't have been more complicated or time-consuming or heart-wrenching.

I have to admit that Deepika did give a very lame performance.

On the other hand there was Veer Singh who fell in love at the very first sight of Harleen (Giselle) - wonder if that happens any more. Being the cynic that I am, I attribute lust and not love ;-)

So what does the "title" have to do with the post: well the fact that guys are like Jai - confused; never decisive unless pushed into a corner; happy-go-lucky in general and very love-able.  Yes I am a guy!!! But when forced to make a decision; they usually make the right ones, even if it's for the wrong reasons. Guys like Veer are rare - I think it's the generation gap - but he too was happy-go-lucky, love-able and when pushed in a corner, made the right decision.

Love "now" and love "then" wasn't all that different, from a male perspective!!!

Emptiness

By popular demand (popular = 1 individual) :-D this post is back again.

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Void. Darkness. Emptiness.

Of mind, of thoughts, of events -
I see a flicker of light;
Nada. A Mirage.

Void. Darkness. Emptiness.

Emptiness permeating everything;
At peace, I am now, losing,
myself in this void.

Tranquility within myself;
long devoid of internal conflicts,
turmoil - tearing myself apart.

Emptiness filling up my entire being
Every waking moment
And even when not...

Void. Darkness. Emptiness.

Aphrodisiac - to have not
Experienced this emptiness.
My Opium.

Convoluted thought processes,
Sense of reasoning, discretion,
All marked clearly by their
Absence...

Void. Darkness. Emptiness.


Emptiness imbuing me;
Engulfing me.
And from the void,
I see a familiar figure rising,
As though from the ashes.

A distant silhouette, contours
Defined by darkness...
Form defined by nothing.

And as I approach the figure, it disappears
Leaving, but a lingering
Presence in the ripple
Of the void.

A ripple ...

A last wave ... and
empty once again.

Void. Darkness. Emptiness.