‘Two parties set fire on the vehicle of a press, on the day of bandh……’ That was an anecdote of what was broadcasted from a National News Channel. I was taken aback in the most amusing manner. What the heck? I thought to myself… I have heard twice or thrice about ‘No Press Freedom’ or ‘Press Violation’ in Nepal but today, it felt utmost different. My eyes took the news hard to believe and my heart deceived the fact, harder. My heart was averting me from the slightest thoughts of my encounter on the television. I saw the aftermath burn of the vehicle, and it occurred to me like my heart was trying to water the imaginary burnt area left by the burn on the hole of my heart.
The tactics of Political Leaders work while asking for votes and giving high notch speeches. However, making Constitution for them seems to be another chapter. Tomorrow(28th May)is the deadline for our (Nepal’s) Constitution and we aren’t hitting anywhere near to a successful and hopeful New Constitution. For two years in a row, we don’t have Constitution (excluding some months and days). Last year supposedly was the deadline, but even the extra added time-line seems to have wasted in vain. We aren’t expecting a New Constitution tomorrow at all but adding another 365 days or so, for the Constitution to be made. It cannot be said but who will know how severely the Press be pressed?
I kind of believe that the mighty fine white wedding gown (dress) possess some kind of alluring charm. Brides in wedding dresses, undoubtedly always look as beautiful as fairy, we fancy when we were young. And, it is hard to drop eyes off from that elegant charm they send out which is grand and, often inexplicable.
Chupa is another dress which is unique and flamboyant. It shows the femininity of women. Whatever size you are, this dress fits you well and makes you look complete and comfortable. The dress is very simple covering the whole body but that’s what it draws women of different sizes to try it on. Folks if you haven't tried it then you should. Chupa is worth trying!
For me burqa worn by Muslim women lingers about a good feeling. Even though, covering yourself in the dress is like a living hell for many, I would like to try it on one day, if my life gives an opportunity once in a while. I have a kind of mindset that women under burqa have excessive beauty. As if exposing them to the world will ruin them! The small window to see the world through would be a different yet exceptionally beautiful experience. Do we see a smaller world? I don’t know…
Life hardly provides us with the things we desire but I hope that there comes a time when I could be little more hopeful towards wearing them yet over and again!
My younger sister’s Final (Board) Examination finishes today. She is studying at grade 11. After that, she would be jumping onto a higher level. I have a notion that she and her friends would be relaxing after their stressful examination completion; talking within their clans how happily comfortable they are after the exam. I have been into her shoes.My memories are very clear and fresh to begin with. The hours and hours of hard work and the gladness we (I and my friends) used to feel after the completion of Examination.The reliefs and happiness to be able to see our family again were heavenly pleasure. Those were the good old times of my school life.
SADLY, we never knew that Examination of Life was yet to come and will examine us till the end. The time when we have to choose from, the trust we show upon someone, the love we share, the relationship we are into and the responsibility we are bound to carry were all out of mind during that particular time of before and after exam. But now all of it matters!! A kind of examination we never were and are certain to pass or fail. Sometimes, we fail in that exam and at other times we survive to pass. Nonetheless, we move on. Like in those academic examinations, either you fail or pass, things settle accordingly in time, same happens with the latter.
The memory of hindrance given by bandh is crystal clearly stored in a part of my brain. When I remember that day I hate it more. Year 2008, when I was in grade 10 (SLC year), during my Sent-up examination there was bandh. So, I had to walk like some 8-10 kilometers from my school to the examination centre. It was hell tiring and extremely exhausting but was choice less.
It is 8:34 in the morning and I haven’t had my breakfast yet. Let alone breakfast, my morning tea is still to drink. And the first thing I heard in the morning glory is Nepal Bandh (Nepal Closure). The day before yesterday was bandh, yesterday was not and today is bandh. The ‘bandh’ trend is the most popular Nepal. Provided that now Nepal is a democratic country, people are making sure it is used in the most proper manner. Calling for bandh, as and when someone wished is the only right Nepalese think is their priority.
Additionally, last year the political parties signed up for the year 2011as Bandh free year. It was the oldest trick in a book! They tricked, all of us making us to believe in their lie. It is like the students are being taught a new subject, Bandh subject except that there is no teacher to teach and no curriculum in particular. More bandhs in the register book than the total attendance. It cannot be said but in some years to come, Nepal may be popular for the trend of Bandhs….
Who knows but Nepal could get The Gunnies Book of World Record for having a new trend?
Hops up, and hops there;
O my, very nice in here,
190 days old, am called Joey;
Where I live, it is never snowy,
Hops up, and hops there;
O my, very nice in here,
Marsupial is what I am called;
Seeing my large feet you get enthralled,
Hops up, and hops there;
O my, very nice in here,
Mama’s pouch warmly protective;
Fright O fear, is preventive,
Hops up, and hops there;
O my, very nice in here,
Lands full of grass and green;
View as such, daily seen,
Hops up, and hops there,
O my, very nice in here.
In a far away land, there is a small village called the Apple village. The village is very popular for apples.When you taste an apple from the Apple village,you won't like to eat any other apple at all. Every family grow apple trees in their yard and some also do the apple business. In the same village, there lived a family, family of Adam, Adam-the questionnaire. Adam is a boy of eight, but his astute questioning amazed the villagers leaving them dumbstruck.However,Adam is also the boy who don't like apples. Mischievous though, he is very enthusiastic in whatever Mr. Smith taught in the class.He follows everything Mr.Smith teaches.
1, 2, 3…..1, 2, 3…..God, the tree is tall, I cannot reach it. Why of all the trees, this tree is tall? May be, father cannot reach there too. Even though he is very tall, the tree is much taller… Why do trees grow up like that? Why can’t a small tree bear fruit? Jerry can easily walk onto these trees when Tom chases him. How will it possible for me to do? Something should be done. Just like how Jerry walks, I may be helped too. What Mr. Frankie does when he picks apples? How, Mrs. Granger is able to make apple pies for she has to pluck apple? He thought and thought for a while….May be I should ask someone for help.
The wrist watch that Adam was wearing strikes six. He walked past the red- greenery view and the gentle air so cool felt pleasant… Mr. Frankie’s yard is vividly visible… Adam thought, I should ask Mr. Frankie.
“Good evening, Mr. Frankie…..Can I ask you something?”
“Evening, Adam. What brought you here?”
“How can I pluck some apples? The tree of my yard is too tall…”
“Ha ha….Adam, all apple trees are tall. Well, how about having one from mine? Here eat this; I plucked it a few minutes ago.”
“Thank you Mr. Frankie. Can’t you tell me how you pick apples?”
“No, boy…I wish to tell you but I am running late. I will tell you later. I have to go sell these apples first. I’ll tell you some other time.”
The apple, finely red was deliciously tasty. I don’t know why I never liked the red-colored fruit. I should have known from the beginning when father and mother insisted upon eating apples. But I never listened to them and averted, when they asked me to eat one. I liked to eat more… I want to pick one from my own yard by myself. Mrs. Granger might be preparing dinner now. I think she can tell me how to pick.
“Hello Adam. Good evening. How can I help you?”
“Mrs. Granger, can you tell me how do you pick apples to make apple pies?”
“Usually Mr. Granger picked apples…. So, why don’t you ask Mr. Jason to help you pick some?”
“Father and mother have been to town early this morning. They will come late at night.”
“I don’t have apples right now, how about tasting my pie? It is almost ready, just needed to bake. I have no spare time so, can’t help you with the picking.”
“Thank you Mrs. Granger, I would love to try some other day, but today, I can’t.”
Both Mr. Frankie and Mrs. Granger are busy. Father and mother cannot help me either. I need some apples. Why are grownups so busy? Why can’t they rest for a while?? May be granny can help me.
“Granny, where are you?”
“Adam, do you need something? What’s the matter?”
“I need a help.”
“What kind of help?”
“Granny, I need to reach the apple tree. I need to have some apples. I asked Mr. Frankie and Mrs. Granger for help but both of them are very busy.”
“Oh, Adam….you never liked apples. But why is it all so sudden? You can eat oranges I bought this morning.”
“Granny, it has to be apples. Mr. Smith told us today that eating apples can make us strong. He said that we’ll never get sick if we eat an apple a day. So, I need to eat apples. Mr. Frankie gave me one but I have to pick one and eat.”
“Adam, it is; an apple a day keeps a doctor away. This means eating apples can keep you away from going to doctors.”
“What happens to the doctors then, if no one gets sick?”
“Nothing will happen to them. It is just that eating apples can prevent us from getting sick to some extent.”
“Only to some extent, Granny? It means we can get sick anytime.”
Laughs….. “Adam, eating apples is a good habit, one must adopt. Mr. Smith is making sure children like you, eat it daily. ”
“Mr. Smith is very clever Granny to have taught such valuable lesson…I am going to eat apples every day. Now Granny lets go help me pick some.”
You lead my life saying that you love me, but it was misled;
I take your heart to love truly, but my heart mistook it for yours;
Thinking that you would understand, but I was misunderstood;
You use my heart, but misuse it hurting and hurting more;
I thought your belonging to me was fortune, but turns out misfortune;
You judge my love every second, but I was a fool that misjudged yours;
I trust you with all my heart, but I was mistrust by my own.
Mirror reflects back the image it has in front. There are times when looking straight into mirror shakes me up a bit. You blink your eyes your double in that mirror world blinks back, you make your mouth and the other does the same! That twin of you copies you in every way possible. Seldom, I feel agitated and want to ask my twins, what is it that you want? It is as if that double of mine in the mirror is holding a part of my identity, the half of me, who is lost, confused and helpless. And it is giving me an evil laugh, making me feel pathetic! Worse, it activates very small round fleshy dots on my arm and shivers me up, like hell!
What upset me more is; mirror can’t be able to reflect back the better half of you. Who you really are? What purpose your life has destined? The person who you want to be….Nevertheless, looking continuously into mirror gives me a confidence. Your double in that world of mirror is trapped but you are not. You are not grounded! You definitely won’t copy your double but your double does. I feel damn good!
I was mean when I was small and still can be at times. As a general rule, no one is selfless. Realization has enlightenment me with some huge deals of regrets. When I recall those moments where I had been selfish once, I feel awfully sick towards my deeds. These days, I am trying to be more of a human. Humans got brains, so it is human who can be a little less selfish. SHARING is what I think is the best way of showing your concern and care towards the people you love.
You, probably won’t share your inner wears to your friends….Do you? Sharing always does not mean, sharing something materialistic. Like your clothes, shoes, books and anything materialistic. Sharing, as I have come to know much later is best described with sharing your emotions.
Do you feel life is a jolly journey floored with beautiful flowers on the roads you walk?Life is just the opposite. You may have to walk on the prickly thorns more often than on the softer petals of the flowers. So, you definitely need some advice to get pass through the difficult roads. What if in that particular situation you cannot think of anything? What if your brain ceases to work? Instantly, you ask for someone whom you trust. I will do that and I think you’ll do the same.
Friends, I rely on them. In my life, I have walk pass so many wonderfully helpful friends but not necessarily all of them were wonderful. Some were very mean. I don’t blame them for being who they are but they forgot that sharing is what they have averted from doing. Many friends helped me through different means of sharing. What I loved most were sharing suggestions.
Either, you are asked to help because you have something that could help the other human or you are the one whom, the other human feel comfortable to open up. Otherwise, you won’t be asked in the first place. Help the other human and you’ll be helped with their blessings.
Same is with lovers. I have never been into a real relationship but childhood attractions and crushes were there; with beautiful people all around you, you ought to feel something. That’s when crushes roll on by…..Anyway, being true to your loved ones is very necessary to have a long lasting relationship. Trust is what you have to share. Trust your lover and, he or she will trust you in turn.
However, in today’s world, sharing everything is not good. You will not know who is behind the masked person, you actually called friend. Let me give you an example, real one. I have known a lady who once confessed me that a friend of her cheated with 10 thousands rupees!! Additionally, he refused to accept that he is responsible for the withdrawal of the money from her ATM card. What actually happened was that, she left her ATM card to his place. So, she asked him to bring along the day after but days went by with his varieties of excuses. And finally one day, she went to collect the card. When she went to withdraw some money, her account was short of 10 thousand rupees!! The friend refuses saying he has nothing to do. But the lady told me that he knew her account number and so with the card, who is she supposed to blame? How could the friend be so mean?
P.S.: You don’t share your inner wear to other people. So, be cleverer and decide yourself with whom you want to share….
Tibet’s oldest spiritual tradition is Bon. It was founded by Tonpa Sherab Mewo and remained the dominant religion of Tibet until King Songtsen Gampo introduced Buddhism in the seventh century. Gradually, Buddhism became the pre-dominant religion of Tibet. However, the Bon religion continues to thrive today with a vibrant monastic community, whose discipline, dedication and scholarship are indeed exemplary among the exile Tibetans.
Tonpa Sherab is said to have born in the mythical land of Olmo Lung Ring, whose location remains something of a mystery. The land is traditionally described as dominated by the holy Mont Yung-drung Gu-tzeg(Edifice of Nine Swastikas) in Western Tibet, which many scholars identify as Mount Kailash.Due to the sacredness of Olmo Lung Ring and the mountain, both the counter-clockwise swastika and the number nine are of great significance in the Bon religion. The current head of the Bon tradition is Gyalwa Menri Trizin.
Tibetan Buddhism: The four schools
Tibetan Buddhism is broadly divided into four. Nyingma, Kagyud, Sakya and Gelug schools. Although each school has its respective head, His Holiness the Dalai Lama is the ultimate spiritual leader of all.
The Nyingma School:
The Nyingma school of Tibetan Buddhism traces its origin to the Indian adept, Guru Padmasambhava. He travelled to Tibet in the eighth century at the invitation of King Trisong Detsen and hid numerous secret doctrines in various places.
These were later discovered at appropriate times and became codified into the teachings of the Nyingma order. The instruction of the Nyingma School is Dzongchen (The Great Completion). Vimalamitra, another Indian master and contemporary of Padmasambhava, transmitted this teaching to Tibetan scholar Nyangting Ngezin. The Dzongchen precepts were later explained and elaborated by Longchenpa in the form of atext, which became known as Nying-thig (Heart’s Drop).
The Kagyud School:
This school was founded in the eleventh century by the great Translator Marpha. He travelled three times to India Vajrayana masters of all times. Marpha’s who is credited with obtaining enlightenment in one lifetime. The central practice of the Kagyud School is known as the Six Yogas of Naropa.
The Kagyud School gradually diversified into Four Greater Sub sects and Eight Lesser Sub sects.
The four Greater Sub sects are:
Tselpa Kagyd
Phagdru Kagyud
Barom Kagyud
Kamtsang Kagyud
The Sakya School was founded in the eleventh century by Khon Kunchog Gyalpo. The central teaching of this school is the doctrine of Paths and fruits, which is derived from the tradition of Drongmi, a great translator who studied in India. Sakya Kunga Gyaltsen (1182-1253), better known as Sakya Pandita, who was the most illustrious of Sakya masters. He maintained diplomatic relations with the Mongols and saved Tibet from the onslaught of the Mongol army.
Sakya Pandita’s nephew, Drogon Choegyal Phagpa, was also a legendary Buddhist scholar. His wisdom and dignity so impressed the Mongol emperor of China, Kublai Khan, that the emperor later accepted him as his spiritual master and gifted him to rule over all Tibet. But the most precious gift, as Phagpa himself perceived it, was the Khan’s promise to give up the annual drowning of Chinese subjects en masse in the Chinese region of the Mongol Empire.
The school consists of Three Sub sects:
Tsarpa, Ngorpa and Sakya
The overall head of the Sakya School is Sakya Trizin.
The Gelug School:
This school was founded in the fourteenth century by Je Tsongkhapa, but had its roots in the earlier Kadampa tradition founded by the Bengali reformist scholar Atistha Dipankar. This school stressed the importance of strictly following monastic discipline and scholarship as a basis for pure religious practice.
In 1409, Tsongkhapa founded the monastic university of Gaden in Lhasa. Subsequently, Drepung and Sera monastic universities were founded near the capital by his followers and in tme they became the three biggest monasteries in Tibet. Over the centuries the Gelug grew to become the dominant religious school in Tibet.
The head of the Gelug School, known s the Gaden Throne Holder, is appointed on the basis of scholarship and seniority.
Released back in 2010, the movie is full of dramas. So, if you are about to watch it and if you totally hate to drop tears, then I would suggest you not to think of watching it.
A total no-no to those who hate sentimental movies; Icould tell that the people who love Korean movies know what specialty does Korean movies serve.
The Wedding dress is a sentimental movie. Unlikely, the only Korean movie for which I have been wiping the transparent liquid out of my eyes, more than in any other movies so far. The movie runs close to two hours and I was using my hands for almost an hour!
So-Ra, who is a singled parent child to her mother Go-Eun, is a little disturbed child who hardly eats something someone puts mouth into, with no friends, not attending ballad class even if she loved to perform and forgets to carry her umbrella to school. Her mother, busy as a wedding dress designer found out that she had a cancer and tries to handle her child as much as she could in the limited time she had. Most importantly, she desperately wants to design a wedding dress for her only daughter with the limited time. Later, So-ra finds out about the truth and tries her best to fulfill the wishes her mother wished for. Come, let us discover the strong mother-daughter bond.
How would you feel if a woman you love actually loved another woman? The woman is not lesbian, nevertheless falls for the other woman.
Now, talking more frankly, I’ve been reading novels for some times, I love every genre. Be it love story, thriller or suspense, I can date with any, provided that the novels are delicious enough to read.
Sputnik Sweetheart
is a book by the writer Haruki Murakami. I have never read any of his books so far. And this is the first. It captivated me in such a way that the after read was majestic.To be true, the book kept me thinking for a while.
Turning through the first few pages, I only expected it to be a love triangle of the sort. However, I was wronged and left dumbstruck with lots of amazement throughout the book.
The story is about Sumire, a normal woman aged 22 falling in love for the first time in her life for an older woman named Miu, and married. K loves Sumire and Sumire loves Miu. Sumire often called K to ask some strangest questions as early as 3 in the morning only to find an answer, questioned by Miu. Questions like the differences between a sign and a symbol!
I devoured the book as to such an extent that I completed it within 6 hours, to be precise and not calculating the breaks, I took in between. This is the first ever book to record the shortest time to finish. I felt very much attached with the book and the issues it deals could be personal to anyone; to me, to you and to everybody. The book has a deeper meaning hidden and it is you to crack it open in any manner you like.
Maggie cuts her hair. That was a chapter in our English book, when I was in class four. It was an extract from ‘The Little Women’ series in which one of the character, Maggie cuts her hair in order to pay the medical expenses of her sick mother. She had a fine long hair, she cuts it nevertheless. I loved my hair when it was short and, terribly wished it to grow little longer and longer. However, after its growth beneath shoulder’s length, I really hated to care. So, I cut it short. I cut my hair two days ago. It is not that healthy fine like Maggie’s. Strangely, after cutting my hair, a thought swarm around me like bees swarming around flowers. When we were young and dependent we loved and respect our parents. And, when we become independent in the later years of our life, we feel that they are the extra burden we have to look after. Bitter as aftertaste of an antibiotic, the thought was indeed unpleasant. I have come across such cases often and hated much more. Why don’t we love them then? It is similar with my hair when it was short I wanted to take care of it but when it grew extra long, hated it. Becoming independent does not mean that we have to stop loving our parents. I still love my hair, cut short. Love your parents ALWAYS….like your extra half of your body….
When I closed my eyes to sleep, I get lost in the world of dreams. Some dreams are very horrific seeing ghosts and all, while others are more pleasant, dreaming of my beloved ones. Dreaming itself is a wonderful sensation. You dream of impossibilities of your real world and seeing it all in your magnificent dream world itself is very grand.
Sometimes, I wished the most unreal things in the world. Like, I utmost wish to see some real happenings in front of me. Either it may be the bombings or natural disasters. How does it feel like seeing Tsunami carrying everything around you? Insanely or inappropriately but I wished to see some real happenings before I die, in my presence. Anything huge, so that I could be able to share some of my real-life experiences to someone someday.
So as to experience how it feels like to be afraid of war and natural disasters or living through the hot climate in Africa. And, to what extend I’ll be able help myself in the most dreadful situations. All of it won't be as beautiful as I have imagined yet, I wished all of it to happen, one day. I don’t know how the feelings are like but I believe it'd be good. My dreams are beyond imagination but hoping is the best I could rely upon. This is the sort of dream I dream at bright day light.
LIFEis not perfect…..Well, it is not just my share of story. It is everybody’s. Everyone has same complaints and, still it cannot be helped. Now, let's try to be a little more optimistic or a PSYCHIC (it won’t do any harm, think about it the other way round….) What if everyone’s life is perfect. Certainly life would be less exhausting and much simpler.
Certainty that a perfect life beholds a happy life is utterly unimaginable. In fact the probability is much lower than we actually assumed. You know you are hurt because you FEEL the pain…..if you don’t feel the pain, can you possibly know how does it feel like to get hurt?? Obviously, it is out of question! Without tasting a meal and only observing, we cannot tell how it tastes.
Sometimes, I also wish for a PERFECT life. But since perfect has not been part of my life, it is not the word that makes my life worthy to live. I feel content and happy with the life I am living. Experiencing amusing happenings like; how it feels to be abandoned, how warm you feel when loved? I cannot simply tell you the inner beauty of those feelings and moments, when I get to say, 'Wow! That's an utterly awesome new experience.'
Most importantly, if we do have a perfect life then our dictionaries may be too short to withhold so many great words. Would it be possible for the word ‘compare’ to get made? How many other words won’t be there? It definitely is going to be UNIMAGINABLE…
How much you GRIEVED when Bin Laden was killed? I don’t know if you have felt pleasure with what happened. People have different lives and different ways of thinking, so no hard feelings…. (R.I.P. to the death soul) but, really it didn't matter to me, not even in the smallest fraction of a sentimental emotions that frequently occurs. The news flew by out of the nowhere and my reaction was nothing much plainer than seeing flies in the streets of Kathmandu.
I know the history behind, what happened and when…Many kinds of questions mulled over my head. Why are people so happy? Why are some sad? The answer to my questions was: I haven’t been into someone's (their) shoes. May be if I am the victim of 9/11 attack then probably, my family would have been dancing on with their shoes(even if some don’t know how to dance at all). May be if I am 'the someone' who relates to him by any means then, I could have been shedding tears of blood.Since, I have no reason to feel anything, I don’t feel it at all. Reasons are to be reasoned, life has been giving you that chance to reason everything ...
Finally, think in this way…..What if you were never born..... What if….What if……What if…..and WHAT IF.....
Leaving behind a heavy sleep, waking up serenely with the morning breeze, I thought to myself, today, be the other day; a tomorrow, I anticipated yesterday. Another glory day to compromise, learn and experience.
Ambiguous instructions given by life are a wonder to me every day. I think and rethink in spare moments…… Why life is like that? You will never know what adversity you have to endure next…You are neither given any clue of what will happen today nor of tomorrow’s glimpse, but life works out in that unacceptable manner to me, to you, to everybody.
I saw a beggar in the streets of Kathmandu. Well, there are thousands others in which, Nepal can topple India someday soon. This probability is also greater than Nepal playing in a world cup,someday. I immediately saw his clear action….a small pinch was pinched in my heart. I have no idea as of which heart’s chambers felt the pinching. Walkers passed by, some hurriedly and others ignorantly. Quite a few, making ‘tink’ sound of coin dropping in his begging bowl. He was blind and was playing madal in the toughest manner. I knew at the instance that he is not good at it but trying hard. Making an effort to get noticed and be helped. Then, he was stretching his hands to the small space where his leg crossed and a towel to sit on, to search if a coin has missed out of the bowl. He is desperate for a gold-colored coin which some of us find it valueless. I handled him a paper note and as abruptly as I was walking he blessed me saying, ‘
Allah reham kare...….' (Something of the sort) Looking back I saw a smile.A smile worth much more than I could buy with the note. The feeling I got in turn was massive.I was extremely glad for my own doing.
How often life gives us small chances to contribute something to our own folks? How much you have contributed to today’s date? Thinking in that way is not religious from any point but being simply humane.
Think more positively, live in a better manner and let's make all the differences…..
FINDING MR. DESTINY
From my personal perspective, Korean dramas are more alluring than the movies. However, when it’s the ‘K’ in the first word it is totally unavoidable….JEUNGMAL!! Nevertheless, I have watched fairly equal dramas and movies....till date.
My first impression of Finding Mr. Destiny was pretty normal. When the first impression on the front cover didn’t help much, I try to give it a go to read the back side of the cover. Reading through the provided summary on the back of the cover, it turned out little attractive...
The story is about:
A woman named Seo Ji-Woo who in search of her long lost first love, (Kim Jong-Huk) met in India, while traveling. Through a company,
finding your first true love company
and with the help of its boss,Han Ji-Goon, both of them went in search for Kim Jong-Huk , all over Korea. Eventually, Ji-Goon falls for his first client…..in the search.
Likes:
This movie was shot in India which is very new to me, I have watched till now. The acting of the lead actors is finely marvelous. For me, it was like ,as if they wore their roles and it fitted only and only for them perfectly, just like Cinderella’s glass shoe fitted only for her. I laughed thoroughly in this movie; adding all my past K-dramas and K-movies part in here itself. I have never laughed crazily and freely while watching K-dramas and K-movies. God, the movie did kick in my stomach hard. The musical play is new to watch!! :) There are some catchy lines (dialogues) but the one I loved most is;
the first love doesn’t necessarily have to be the first person....
Isn't it just too gripping enough to hold your breath for a while?
What could have been better?
My tears were limited for this movie. I didn’t cry!! That in a K-movie is bit too unrealistic…and originally which is a romantic movie!!
Misconception I had:
I thought the movie resembles bits to the
Letters to Juliet
and so I thought….it! But I learned later that it’s a musical play played since 2006…..
I was born: linking, relating and depending on others;
But, I will die alone cutting all those bonds.
In the night, when the sky seems so dark and silence,
I wish there would be the shiny stars to clear it;
And, in the sky full with shining stars,
I wish there would be the moon to make it brighter;
Even in the presence of the stars and the moon,
I wish only 'you' could be there to beautify all.
Life is just like a DREAM;
We see man SMILE today, see him DIE tomorrow and see him turned into ASHES the day after;
And we realize the dreaming only when, God wakes us up.
There are no tears to shed because; I have shed it all when you left me.
I nearly forget to smile; because you had been that source of smile.
There is no moment of happiness; because you are no longer with me.
Sadness does not surpass me; because everything around me is worn out and sad.
There is no one I can trust; because I have lost it all upon God.
But now, I have moved on, because when you walked away. I found a reason to live.
I found someone who:
- lends shoulder to cry,
- finds ways to make me smile,
- makes me happy 24/7,
- glows up everything around me
And whom I trust; more than myself.
P.S. : Life can be very hard at times but never forget to forgive yourself and to move on....
You said it was alright, alright to love,
Love (d) you, and still will love you,
You, who never drew a line,
Line that you said, defines our relationship,
Relationship, which did last only for some years,
Years and years of my serene love,
Love, in which I understand only half of you,
You, who think is always right,
Right or wrong, I never judge,
Judge, my heart never judge yours,
Yours, is the first and the last,
Last, and one-more-last chance please allow,
Allow me, to love you more,
More and more, so that our bonds rebind,
Rebind it, give it a chance,
Chance, a chance of survival,
Survival, which has been you and only you,
You, who makes our bonding,
Bonding my heart, with you was a mistake,
Mistakes, people said could have been avoided; but not me,
Me, who is the fool and the idiot,
Idiot me, who never regrets loving you,
You, who is the only sunshine,
Sunshine, who said it, was alright….
