Wednesday, February 22, 2012

My favourite quotations from movies

A BEAUTIFUL MIND:
Terrified, petrified, mortified and stupefied by you
A problem has more than one solution.

ENEMY AT THE GATES:
Commissioner-Do you know how to shoot?, Vassali- A little
Vassali - I saw you. You were reading and you fell you asleep.  I didn't look at you.  You were so beautiful. It was scary afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about you.  It made me smile.  And then i thought about all the men who would get to hold you, Who would make you laugh, how lucky they were? And now I am the one who is lying next to you
Tania- Was I snoring? Vassali- Like a pig.

TITANIC:I jump; you jump; I can't turn back without making sure that you are OK
A women hear has a ocean of secrets
Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes.
Rose: I'm so cold.... ...
Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.."
Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.."

THE GAME PLAN:Today no matter, that whether I won or lose in this match I swear, you are the best thing ever happened to me.

A WALK TO REMEMBER:
Landon- Are you Scared?
Jamie- To death, I am scared of not being with you.
love is like a wind, you can't see it but feel it.
Love is patient and kind, it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, i doesn not take offense, not it is resentful,  love takes no poleasure in others' sins but delights in truth.  it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes.

CINDERELLA MAN:
Yesterday in my dream I went for a Queen's party.  I ate all of the sausages and breads.  Every where was a rum flow.  I am stuffed.  I went for ice-cream 
for three times.  I am stuffed a lot.  Want Daddy's too?

MEMENTO:
When you believe everything is lost and everything around you is going wrong, Still your instinct will help you.

I AM SAM:
Without him she will become a hole and she will live the remaining of her life to fulfill it.

SHAWSANK REDEMPTION:
hope is a good thing, may be best of all the things. And no good thing dies soon.
They call Pacific as an endless memory.
PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS:
Never Let anyone to say you can't.  Even me. You gotta dream you gotto protect it.

BLACK SWAN:
Being perfect not only means to control every move, but also it means that you should lose yourself,
When you are not surprised by yourself you cant surprise the audience
What have you done to yourself? Nina-I felt it perfect; I was perfect.

FORREST GUMP:
Mama always said things so i could understand them
Life is a box of chocolates, we never know what we are going to get next.
Why don't you love me Jenny? I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is..
I dont know if we each have a destiny or just floating around accidental like on a breeze. I think may be it's both.



Wednesday, February 8, 2012

How My Marriage Would Be???


I was sitting there as the groom, a groom who was little nervous and fully excited about being the centre of attraction.  The aroma of blithe and different flowers of various colours were spread over the whole place.   The pleasing music of the marriage eve can be heard everywhere.
 Almost all our friends and relatives have gathered in the place to lively visualise the happening of a heavenly marriage.  It was my day and her day; our day.  All the arrangements were made by our parents in the mint condition with a keen focus that the day has fallen nothing sort in terms of anything. 
 The relatives and friends have been busy with their talks yet their eyes cleanly focussed on me.  I was little afraid that I can never be a perfect match to her, in terms of appearance, but my fear vanished when I saw our parents’ faces.  In our parents face a hundred splendid suns glow together flaunting their happiness.
The pressure in my brain rose a bit every minute, because I have never been a centre of attraction like this before.  With the traditional Indian costume being wrapped, my body smelled with the Red Sandals, which my mother applied over me before, soothed my mood.
 As a feast to the eyes of everyone, she came downstairs with her slow steps.  The musical notes of Nadhswaram gained their pitch and their volume too rose highlighting the entry of the moon-faced bride.   My tension got a little relieved because as soon as the people’s gaze caught her sight, their attention turned towards her from me.  Now she became the centre of attraction like every time.   Another four girls accompanied her. They too are beautiful, but none could compete with her. (I am little worried that my license to ogle these beauties is going to cancelled soon; but how the pennies of beauty would tempt him when he is going to become a billionare of beauty)  

Her hands are polished with ornate Mehndi.    The ornaments she wore sparkled but wasn’t noticeable much as her blissful countenance shined over, surpassing it.  The pink silk sari with the golden embroideries of foliages, sewn with blue and pale green borders captured all the eyes of the women.  But none of the above adorned her like the nature did; it perfectly adorned her by gifting the flawless beauty.
 The excitement and exuberance of the surrounding air, which were billowed by the crowd of relatives and friends, rocked the whole Mahal.   Then she came near me.  I saw her eyes; they conveyed me how her heart is bouncing inside.   Her visage appeared like a serene pond, while her feminine shyness was the reverberations on it, when a leaf of a demure smile was dropped by her protruding lips.
She came and sat near me. The whole attention of the people rested with us.  I put my fingers over hers, unknown to anyone.  She suddenly raised her head towards me as soon as my fingers disturbed hers; then with an inhibited cute smile, she again put her head down facing the Earth. 
Few moments later I felt the auspicious thread resting in my hands.  I felt as if I attained the whole world.
The music from Nadhswaram and other instruments once again gave loud beats and notes exhibiting the arrival of the most precious moments.        
 Then I indicated the whole world that she was mine, mine forever by tying the auspicious thread around her neck.  The flowers, which our friends and relations bestowed, reached us like a shower of wishes straight from the heaven.   I am so elated and engrossed by the splendour things happening in my life.  I fathomed that I was forever blessed.  Then I recognised the things, which were running in her mind. I realised what she felt. Eventually, I comprehended the fact our two souls tied to each other by this sacred thing has ultimately become as one. 
Then I saw in the eyes of some men, who came over there, filled with jealousy of how I could be born as the one to deserve this priceless boon.   Subsequently I visualised some of the faces brimmed with the sadness of their love being gone as an unrequited or untold one.  And I was sorry that I am the responsible for that. 
     

Monday, February 6, 2012

You Were Still A Kid.


“You are my lovely kid”, you said when I was born,
You taught me to speak, write and walk.
You gave me all the knowledge about people and the world.
You applied oil to my hair and powder to my face
You never let me away from your sight and,
 You were cautious on my every action.
You told I was just a kid to learn them by myself,

I went to school, you said the same.
You held my hands, and taught me how to cross the roads safely;
You combed my hair, adjusted my tie and tied up my shoe laces;
You accompanied me to the school every day,
As a protector, from the stray dogs;
After the dark, you never allowed me to play with others,
You were afraid of the news spread over the child abduction.
You told “my little Prince, is just a school going kid”

And after I finished my primary schooling,
You never wanted me to rush for the school bus, and
You were heeded that I had no trouble with other chaps in my bus.  
You eagerly waited for safe return of me from the school,
A minute’s delay of my bus would cause,
Thousands of apprehensive thoughts in your mind
With another minute’s delay, you would be ready to come to my school.
 You said to me that I was still a kid, to watch out these,
Because I might, get easily deceived by others.

I finished my school, and went for graduation.
You still bought my favourite stuffs and clothes,
You never allowed me for late night cinemas,
Whenever rained, you pestered me to carry an umbrella,
You were careful, that I may get sick,
And whenever I got ill, though I refused,
You compelled and dragged me to the doctor,
 And there you advised the doctor, not to prescribe the sour tonics. 
You said I was still a kid,  
And I hadn’t grown yet to deal these by myself.

I graduated and went for a job.
The whole world saw me as a man,
With you the things hadn’t changed,
They remained the same like the things, done when I was a kid.
You prohibited every time when I wanted to drive a bike;
You scolded me, when I watched T.V. continuously for hours.
You made sure that I ate properly and was not distracted by anything.
You even then, made me sleep early and didn’t want to wake me up so early.
In the night still you check whether the blanket had covered me fully or not
You told that I was still a kid, and
 I was young and not mature enough to care myself.

I got married and I become father to my kid.
You pampered my kid, yet stroked my head and said,
“Always you are my favourite kid”.
Still you wait over the door, so that I can leave home comfortably
Ring me up continuously, when I was not in time to the home;
You still wanted me to drink the turmeric milk every night.
Still, you take much care about me like you did always,
And as usual you would say,
I was still a kid to give more attention to my health.
How much old I may become, I know, for you
I would never grew beyond a juvenile and
I would always remain a kid, as youthful as the day I was born. 

Though I was always young to you,
And never get aged, you were not like the same.
It was either I forgot or you hide, but
I could understand that,
You were becoming fragile and not as strong as before.
I could realise that you grew old at the same time.
Whenever I see you lying on the bed:
Sometimes without any movement and sound,
Closed eyes with the thoughts about me sleeping peacefully;
I would be scared, that I stumble; and
I stand there for minutes and gaze you silently, then  
I come near you and bend down to hear you breath,
And make sure that my angel still hadn’t left for the heaven.


In The Midst You Happened

My life was a tranquilising drink,
You came, shook it, tilted it upside down, and walked away.
Chaos remained after, and then it was slowly intoxicated.

My life was quite a peaceful flow,
In the midst you arose, reverted the flow and went
At last it forgot the place where it ends, it flows and flows.

My life was a beautiful portrait,
You saw it, added colours to it, left it halfway
It remained unfinished and incomplete.

My life was a serene pond, you passed by,
Threw a stone in it, and vanished
It was disturbed and it was restless  

My life was a perfect journey
In the midst you stood, held my hands, took me to new places and left
I stood there pathless and perplexed.

My life was good,
In the midst you happened, changed its meaning, and went
My life was not the one, which was before,
If you were not going to be with me forever
I wish you never happened to me.