Sunday, September 22, 2013

Review of 'The Lunch Box'

After watching initial few scenes of the movie, we know that the movie is far from ‘filmy’.  It doesn’t have any artificial looking sets, all scenes of the movie seem to be shot in natural locations…like a busy cafĂ©, boring looking office, messy kitchen etc. The story is about lives of the characters and the connection between their lives. The story feels like a set of pages torn from a book called ‘Life’. The set of pages themselves make a story albeit without a proper origin or ending. All characters are married adults and ‘well-settled’. We won’t know how they got into the work they are into or the relationships they are into, because, as mentioned above, the story starts with their current lives and their past or future is not important…or rather is not part of the story.
The movie felt more like a book, with attention to minor details.  The characters’ expressions and their silence convey as much as their dialogues do,  if not more. The movie has lot of scenes that look repetitive and bit boring to people who like typical noisy bollywood masala. The sets are mostly indoors and the same indoors. But repetition of scenes and sets is the heart of the movie which has its characters’ routine as an inevitable part. We understand about the characters by knowing their routine, their attitude towards their routine and how they change while their routine doesn’t…or perhaps it does.
The performances of all the three main characters are brilliant. The story is told more by the actors’ performances than by the events happening in their lives. There are many humorous moments in the movie, and the timing of dialogues and the manner in which they are delivered don’t fail to evoke laughter. 
The Lunch Box is a movie that will be liked by audience who have a certain kind of taste…a taste which made them like movies such as Lutera, Shanghai etc…most likely the so called ‘multiplex audience’. Nevertheless, the other kind of crowd might find it a good movie too, especially because of the comedy and performances. And those who have a penchant for slow paced, silent movies that focus more on the characters’ feelings and how they evolve than the actual story are going to love this movie. And all theatre lovers too will love this movie.
I personally feel Bollywood has evolved, and evolved for good…and I came out of the theatre quite satisfied with my decision to watch it.

Monday, October 25, 2010

a dew drop struggling to stay on the leaf of life
or a soul torn by morals at strife?
tears of rust hidden beneath the smile of gold

or a coward inside and outwardly bold?
a been there done that seen all know all

or an arrogant tree, being axed by axe of vanity, oblivious to its own fall?
a well shot arrow flying towards its aim

or a sluggish bow, inert and tired of the game?
a perennial river with a life beyond time

or a muddy pond that isn't in its prime
a dawn, full of hope and promises

or a dusk , capable of nothing but reminiscences
a rock rooted stubbornly , solid and immortal

or a bubble at wind's mercy, frail and ephemeral
the hypocritical, arrogant and wicked me

or the honest, thoughtful and kind me?

which me do you want to know about?

Saturday, December 26, 2009

I am letting you hurt me so that I can increase my capacity to love those who hurt me.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The Maratha Mess

Recently a survey has revealed that lot of maharashtrian women are not able to conceive. A research on their partners back grounds led to an interesting finding - that their DNA has non-marathi code imprinted on it because of any possible non-marathi ancestral links. Microscopic observation using advanced techniques has brought into light a unique phenomenon never reported in billions of years of human evolution. The Ova (eggs) of marathi women were found to be releasing few WBC ( White blood cells) with strong marathi wiring and the cells were found to be attacking, killing and thus preventing sperms with even traces of non-marathi cell material from uniting with the egg. The scientists have found a remedy for this after extensive research. They said that if a man injects marathi fanaticism into his mind(by repeatedly listening to speeches by the thackareys' and co), there is a chance that any non-marathi traces in his cell material be completely replaced by marathi equivalent which would later lead to successful conception. This is one of the most note worthy and important developments in Genetic science in modern times and Mr. Thal Backery has been nominated for Nobel prize for his contribution to this development.

Sunday, July 5, 2009


Standing in the balcony leisurely on a lazy sunday evening is a luxury these days.Luxury not because there are less number of evenings or sundays, but because there is less chance that we are not preoccupied with mundane problems.I luckily had this luxury today and adding to it I also had the luxury of watching a female dog (bitch is the right word, but it is widely used for humans than dogs) and its puppy in a playful mood.The dog stood still and was looking here and there as if it was searching its better half while the puppy grabbed her moms leg with her jaws and tried to pull it with all might.When it became too much to take, the dog got rid of puppy's hold and went far from it, but the puppy didn't give up.This time it aimed straight for the neck and i was reminded of one of those popular scenes in Nat Geo in which the tiger/lion/cheetah attacks its prey and holds its throat with its jaws to kill it.The mom got rid of it again and this thing continued for sometime.The whole episode was beautiful to watch and I wondered why dogs too, like humans, become so serious when they grow up.

After about 10 minutes, i got bored of this puppy play.And then started the ugly play of analysis in the theatre of my mind.why did i get bored of something that seemed very beautiful 10 minutes ago.Obviously, constantly watching an object of beauty doesn't make it any less beautiful.The object is still the same. It could be a rose, sunrise, snow peak, whatever, I am sure we will get bored of watching it continuously.why? Is mankind doomed to get bored?

May be we should blame our memory.At our first glance, our mind is completely occupied with what we see, it is in pure 'receiving' mode.It is in the moment.It becomes the moment.But after sometime (which varies from person to person), thanks to the fickleness of our mind,our memory starts functioning.It is as if there are two screens in the theatre , side by side. What our memory saw a moment ago is on one screen and what it is seeing now is on another one.The image on the first screen is compared with that on the second continuously (this comparision starts after those blissful initial moments during which the memory is in a non-functioning state).Or sometimes it might aso happen that there is a third screen in which the mind projects an image from the future, i.e', image from next moment.And when this comparison results in past=present=furture state for considerable length of time, we get bored.It seems mind always seeks something new.But the question of new arises only when the old is remembered and involuntarily/voluntarily recollected(blame the memory again).I am sure novelty appeals more to us than beauty.We can see this in our media frenzy society today, where new faces are shot into limelight instantly and pushed into darkness even more instantly.How do we come out of this cycle of desire-attainment-boredom?

If we can force our mind to concentrate only one one screen,the center one representing present, and ignore the other two, and let them dissolve, then probably we can attain a state of zero boredom.Only if we were capable of it, we would have had a new wife everyday, a new car, a new job, a new life altogether!Whenever we would look into our partner's eyes, it would be first sight, and there would never be a second sight!Hmm..the books say that meditation takes us there. Worth trying, isn't it?

Saturday, October 18, 2008

As I unheld the finger of destiny's wind,
Gracefully I landed in the river of your love
Partly immersed partly afloat
I wondered…what, why and how?

A plain feather I was, as plain as a crow
But you splashed myriad hues on me
The parrot wept, the peacock raised its eyebrow
And the butterfly's flight lost its glee.

We sang, we danced, we laughed and cried together
And with you I discovered Life's essence
The sun, the moon and the stars didn't bother
Though we were oblivious to their presence

But I'm not yours nor you mine
For the paths will always diverge
And my lips will have to part from thine
The feather will be lost in the storm surge.

Yet I know, despite all my fears,
That I will forever be with you
That every drop of your river tastes of my tears
And in all my hues forever are you…

Monday, August 18, 2008

The need to 'Unveil'

Why weren't we,all of us, given external beauty proportionate to internal beauty?Would it not have made more sense that way?