AVATAR - Extension of my thoughts...

Where do I start from? I have been thinking about the movie from the time I saw it...( last evening)...I could not sleep the whole night as I was in another world, living altogether a different life....

You'll be able to follow this post once you have seen the movie AVATAR..

'AVATAR' the name never gave me a hint about the story...I did not pay any attention to its trailors and did not even bother to find out what made the movie so highly budgeted...Untill, my brother recommended me (after watching its premier in Mumbai in 3D) ...Even then, I was not sure what the story would be all about...I just knew that it had aliens, war-stuff, action and material my father would Enjoy...My father has been a movie lover since his childhood..He tells me how he used to bunk his school for watching movies in those time theatres..heheehe...

We quickly had lunch and went to the multiplex for the afternoon show....The movie began ...First scene...and I said WOW!!! and my eyes were WIDE open for the rest two and half hours...

The movie has various aspects to be reviewed on...But this is how I perceived it in my First view...

A story with a simple message.. Good always wins over Evil..this has been the trend in the past and will be forever...

I wonder from where they got the IDEA !!!.. A great concept I say ...In the movie 'Independence day' they showed our win over the aliens and in 'Avatar',we as aliens, get defeated...I never thought that a plot where we humans(as aliens) will be defeated by the natives of another land will be so evocative...Humans play clever mind games in the movie..but all in vain against love and loyalty of the Na'vi towards their own land...

There is a message of PURITY and TRUTHFULNESS conveyed...

"Never destroy others' world and dreams"...This holds true even in our normal lives as we need to understand others' frame of mind and come to a common solution...Mother Nature is watching us all and she knows how to maintain balance...

"LIVE and LET LIVE" is the message to humanity from Na'vi ... "well done PANDORA!!!"I was about to shout at one scene... :)

PANDORA is like a DREAM WORLD ...with such amazing creatures, lovable indeed. The horse looked all the more majestic with muscular shining skin, six very strong legs and a metallic crest on its protruding head.The mighty flying reptiles swayed with full grace with their colorful wings. The rhinos with hammer-heads were cute.The most interesting thing being the sensory tentacles in all animals that could establish contact with another enabling it to hear the heartbeat and also know the thoughts....

I want to go to PANDORA on my next vacation... It seems that the director was inspired from the deep-sea creatures on earth...The unexplored ocean beds on earth, I'm sure, inhabit thousands of spellbinding life forms...

I can't stop praising those white 'Pure Soul Seeds' that looked like jelly fish medusas...and those 'Pink Spiral' polyps that shrank when touched; they appeared to me being very shy...I must see in 3D this time..

And the wonderland also included floating mountains amidst clouds...Sounds like a fantasy na..Therefore,I call this movie "A SCI-FI FAIRY TALE" ...All characters were well defined..and actors did full justice to their characters (oops! I mean the animation didn't look like animation)... In fact,the animated characters ,while running, gave the required effect on a planet with very little gravity force...they were like leaping so high and seemed light weighted...

" Pandora people look HOT " , I was thinking while watching...

"Oh my !!! a humanoid with blue skin, Zebra stripes,some phosphorescent spots, pointed ears, yellow cat-eyes and long plaited hair...looks so so stunning... how will my avatar look in that attire?"

And I kept on wondering how everyone else would look on Pandora...

I was busy admiring everything else except the special effects and technology used to make this a success..I can only say ' What photgraphy!!,What technogy!! '. May be when I go the Second time i'll be speculative about other things.. hehehe :)

Now I am thinking that amongst bollywood females Kareena Kapoor, Lara Dutta, Aishwarya Rai Bachchan and Not Katreena, will be good options for palying roles in the Na'vi look . None of the bollywood actors have those looks except SALMAAN KHAN....May be John Abraham And Hrithik Roshan too...And definitely choreographer Terrence Lewis can look good as a Na'vi... :)

SET TO FACE THE WORLD...

This post was not created with the intension of publishing.I had commented on my friend's blog for she invited views on the topic "Eve -teasing, Molestation and Harassment".She wrote so effectively that I got filled with anger and expressed my views with this...Infact ,the impact was so much that I was discussing this topic whole day.

COMMENT TO MY FRIEND ON HER SUCCESS POST :

A very good attempt dear...but to how many boys it'll reach? Those who'll hv access to such articles are less likely to be of the 'cheap ' catergory....I think the root cause of such misbehavior lies in the upbringing manner...A child gains most of the habbits and thoughts in his young stages from:-
1).His family
2).His environment like,school,colony,village,town,whereever he goes..etc.
3).His friends or the company in which he gets.

It all lies in the mindset of a male.Most of us will agree that eve-teasing and molestation have been 99% times initiated by males from lower backgrounds.

From my experience I can conclude that there are many towns in India where the typical male-female biasness persists;where females hv to be in 'ghoonghat' all the time;where the FREEDOM of a WOMAN has been curbed;where education is there but literacy is not;where the less educated mothers later in their lives forget to teach their sons the right values;where society only claims to hv been progressing wt time but ,from inside, the mentality remains orthodox....In such areas men make fun of any women they come across and boast it amongst their peers...Elderly men drink and misbehave and nobody is present to stop them...A woman has no option but to just shut her mouth because she has been taught by her OWN elders that men are such by nature (What an excuse to hide ones' son's mistakes !!!!!!! DISGUSTING) ...She lives her life sulking and assuming it to be her destiny.....

In the cities ,on the other hand, women are becoming smarter and are ready to raise their voices against such crimes...but people in cities are not bothered for strangers...so even in a public place a girl is actually ALONE....Crime from the North region of our nation is spreading to the South ....

I think it'll take generations for men to understand what a DISGRACE they bring to their OWNSELVES and also to the Nation.

I want to share a bit of information with all.The Delhi Police has a separate branch for the women named as CRIME AGAINST WOMEN CELL. This body protects women and also provides solutions to their problems.They conduct work-shops from time to time to train women so that they are able to fight tough situations.Anybody who needs their help can get their helpline no. from their website.

ONLY and ONLY if women face BOLDLY and INTELLIGENTLY ,will this problem end.By this ,I don't mean that we have to react on every experience...But I mean that we have to be smart enough NOT TO GIVE ANYBODY ANY CHANCE to tease us or take advantage of us...

For the post I must say, "RACHANA great going, it requires courage to speak for all"...and PRIYANKA," very well done."

Tuesday, December 15, 2009



Few very important points that were somewhere in me and I wanted to mention but could not ,my friend has very beautifully written and replied me in the following manner....


Rachana Shakyawar said...
@ Madhulika

Very much I agree, Madhu!
And it’s sad that this message can’t go long way…perhaps I only wish it should as it is the call of the day.

The upbringing has to be from the family absolutely. The family must teach the child the IMPORTANCE OF WOMAN in our life and UNCONDITIONAL RESPECT they deserve. The biased thought hampers so much throughout the generations. And the core need to BASIC ETIQUETTES is ignored.

But it’s not just the lower background people only involved in such acts. In fact, the rich brats are also equally to be blamed. Don’t you remember every year we often hear from different parts of the country how rich father’s young boys in the New Year party misbehave with the girls!

I liked the way you compared the small towns and city people with apt correct info that presents the state of their minds due to strange prejudices followed.

Good you have mentioned about the CRIME AGAINST WOMEN CELL, this shall help many in their odd times. Such cell should be extended to each and very corners of the city throughout the country.

Very much we need to act intelligently bold and catch hold tight those collars who take a chance of our innocence!

Thank you so much for your introspection of the post and presenting your personal strong thoughts and enlightening this post and our views.


Keep the spark ALive..

Tuesday, December 15, 2009




So, now after so much of discussion and knowing about others' stories,I finally conclude that


"Not all men are the same,

But all women long for a name;

The city,town or village doesn't matter,

But the upbringing can be responsible for a life to be shattered;

RESPECT the fairer sex you men ,

Why are you scared of letting HER go ahead?;

Watch out !!! for the day has come ,

When GOD's most beautiful creation is all set to make you dumb ."

The above image of Lt. Jackie Tonawanda,

popularly known as ' FEMALE ALI ',

has been taken from www.nydailynews.com/sports/more_sports/2009/0.

Let's Go Green ...

Every woman fancies a healthy and happy home.I have grown up seeing my mother maintaining her own kitchen garden and hundreds of ornamental plants.Therefore,My Dream Home can never be complete without my greenmates…I share with you few ideas on how to make your room look more pretty and green with some easy decorations.These decorations look enticing when arranged with fresh flowers … I have made use of just the different kinds of leaves available.

Love basket:I have made use of a cane basket and ferns,palm leaves,money plant twigs,etc. to signify the harmony and peace in my home.

Hum Saath Saath Hain (Happy Family) : I have used some old glass bottles(of ketchup,jam,honey,..etc.),of different shapes and sizes.I have given characters to each accordingly.The old Grandpa, rolly-polly Grandma,lovable Father, Smart bahu and their cute blue-eyed Kid.

Alternatively, you can use stylish perfume bottles to make it look appealing even without characterization.

Mermaid's desire : Plants used with sea shells,colourful stones and sand give a marine ambiance to your room. I find this arrangement truely mesmerizing. And all I can recall are these words of a German poet....

"Great are the sea

and the heaven,

Yet greater is my heart;

And fairer than pearls and stars

Flashes and Beams...

MY LOVE..."

Fascination: The green decor looks greener with a mirror beneath…I have used a clay pot,a wood and few climbers along with the regular leaves.You can make it more captivating by decorating the mirror in your own way.I have also twined a string of garnet stones to make it look fiery...

I express my gratitude towards my Mother for giving me tips on 'Gardening and Interior'.

Great Stressbusters !!!

This write up is composed with the intension to provide solutions to deal with the stressful situations in life...Who knows better than the one who has experienced ????

1).Spend time with a BABY : A baby can maintain that smile on your face even in his absence.When you think of him, automatically your spirit feels enlightened and cherished.That feeling you get when baby is in your arms is nonpareil. And similar is the feeling of giving comfort to the baby.

2).Social service : Help the needy ,it gives immense satisfaction.Visit old-age homes and talk to the elderly people.Try to know about their lives.Become a member of a charitable aorganisation in your locality or start one on your own.

3) Plant a tree/ Maintain few plants: How will it feel to see the seedlings grow into tiny plants and then bloom with happy and colourful flowers ??? Your own little clay pot which you water regularly,imparts in you the sense of responsibility.

Also try reading,painting,dancing,cooking,developing a new hobby like playing a guitar,chatting with friends,watching comesy movies,etc.

Fun sites

I have recenly been to this site and found it out to be a great time pass..

www.stumbleupon.com

www.http://www.crea-soft.com/online-jigsaw-puzzle/

MY FAVOURITE POEM...

THE HIGHWAYMAN
By Alfred Noyes (1880-1958 )
PART ONE
I

THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
II
He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter, The landlord's red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

V
"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight, Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i' the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet, black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonliglt, and galloped away to the West.

PART TWO
I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o' the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching— Marching—marching—
King George's men came matching, up to the old inn-door.

II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window; And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now, keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say— Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight; Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love's refrain .

VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding, Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still!

VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight, Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter, The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
* * * * * *
X
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding— Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard;
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Let Us Talk...

Friends, this one is just to have fun.Here is the picture of one of my own paintings and I want to know what comes to your mind on looking at it.For example, this painting reminds me of the serial "Alif-Laila" that was aired on Door Darshan a decade ago.(Actually i was inspired by that only).It also appears to me that the man in the painting is saying the famous dialouge of Shahrukh Khan " Ek mard ka sir sirf teen auraton ke saamne jhukta hai, 1). Devi maa ke saamne 2).apni Maa ke saamne n 3). apni Beloved ke saamne".. hehhehe...

So what are you thinking now??? Share your thoughts and get started...GOOD LUCK..

Counting One to Five is Tough

I don’t understand how can someone ‘LEARN’ dancing...


Dance comes from within. There is no one who can not dance…Its just that he/she is shy; or even if one overcomes ones’ shyness and dances, we don’t like the actions.But this does not mean that he/she can not dance .I think everybody has all sets of emotions hidden within oneself.…Happiness,love,anger,hatred,etc can all be expressed through dance…for me “Dancing is expressing without speaking”.

How can one learn a step by counting 1..2..3..4…and 5….sounds like exercising…….And without music it would mean ‘by hearting’ the step ..Moreover ,if by chance the music plays a little faster than the normal then the dancer would appear missing the beats as he would be following and counting 1.2.3..4.and ..5. in his mind while the beats would have gone skipped….

When I used to choreograph songs it always came out spontaneously with the lyrics…like… “main teri ho…on ‘ho’.. you have to turn your head towards right girls…come on …with the beats….Then on ‘ gayi’… you have to lift your left leg up……Then repeat on ‘ yaar..sajna ve sajna’….” I used to sing the music of the song and give various sound effects like tan tan taii taii tana dana dhishh dhishh traa traa for the rehearsals. And my team never followed what I wanted to teach them….they all ,I’m sure , must have laughed in my absence.

Although for my friends learning 1..2..3..4..and. 5 was much simpler..I insisted on doing with the lyrics and music…At that time I thought that my friends were strange and I was normal…

Time passed and dance was kind of out of my life. Until recently I watched Saroj Khan Ji teaching dance on a TV programme. To my surprise I found her following the trend of counting 1...2..3..4..and 5. .and her dancers doing the same…. That question has again popped up in my mind… “ How can one learn a step by counting 1..2..3..4…and 5…and not by doing with the lyrics?”