A hare and a tortoise are running a race.
You never knew
that after you left I stayed
by the impression on the ground where you’d lain
I drew my hand
over the flattened grass and it was
as if I needed and cherished your absence more
than I needed and cherished you
(an extract from the poem SUSPENDED by Bruno K.Oijer from The Lost Words,translated from Swedish by Tom Geddes)
Slumdog Karorepati and Karorepatni
It was an interesting circumstance under which I watched the movie : Slumdog Millionaire.
How much can you do in those Eight hours of power supply ? ,Even so , four hours offer just half the supply.And guess the pangs and funs of watching a movie in installments.However, I was nailed and hung from the beginning,like a tapestry on an old wall.Obssessed.Waiting for the light.
I Normally watch the movies with readily parrallel gullibility,so I have nothing to reproach or denounce.Also,can’t afford to steal a piece of time from these blessed early alit hours to tell a tale,analize or express thorough opinion.
It was exhillarating.Meticulously unfolded.Critically threaded.Uncannily casted.Showed the kind of India quite contrary to Bollywood(except Madhur Bhandarkar’s or RGB’s Figments) and felt real.The story was utterly original though farfetched.
The movie evokes the senses.AR Rehman again sweeps away with his miraculous fusion.The spectacular is real enough to get etched into the heart.It feels warm,grinding.
The beautiful thing about it is that, it’s not pompous as that of Karan Johar’s.Also it does not look any Grand or Bhabya-movie-next door.It is simple and has been kept simpler.
The brothers rock through their absolute emergence in the role.I liked the movie more in its first part because of the innocence, intrigues, scrutiny of the slum-life ,the second half is more bold and grown up to be felt with warmth,it’s rather cold, I must say.
Dev Patel shines brightly as a budding leaf,I see a more dashing Hritik on him.The cast was wisely chosen,I am impressed.
So, nothing more to say.I enjoyed it, I loved it,I am inspired (as usual),hope it will make upto the oscar.Hats off to The Critics Choice!!
And Yes!! it will be remembered and I agree too:”It is all written”
क्याप्टेनबाजेसँगको अन्तरंग कुराकानी र गाउँ घुमाईपछि हामी एकछिन गुम्बा तिर गयौं ।अँध्यारो हुन लागिसकेको थियो ।त्यसपछि खाना खाएर नाच हेर्न फेरी गुम्बाकै चोकमा आइपुग्यौं ।मौलिक नाचगानले पाहुनालाइ स्वागत गर्ने तरिका कस्तो राम्रो।मलाई पनि नचाए ।भोलीपल्ट लालीगुराँश र धुरशेलीको माला लगाएर हामीलाई बिदाई गरियो । जे होस यात्रा निकै रमाईलो भयो ।
Life’s a roller-coaster.I am mothering my mother.feels strange.
When I wake up, I feel good carresing her sleeping beside me.Then hot water,light breakfast,medicine,and what wud she like for brunch!!A Big No No to Bhaat!!what then? Chapati/Pudding/Porridge?Makaiko Bhaat?…I m so worried,till she eats well, like a mother worries for her child abstaining food.Then tending her at Sunbeam,hourly glass of water, milk, soup ..medicine..sometimes this sometimes that…sometimes she disobeys,sometimes she cries,sometimes she unfolds old stories…..and I am all here, all in charge of her…Just thinking,this might have been the exact way she had mothered me.But the difference being that,I must have been too demanding,ununderstanding,but she has always been demure and docile………………………………….
So..just thinking..what a roller coaster,this life is…
यात्राको अर्को स्वार्थ थियो सुनिताको गाउँ सिरुवारीलाइ सिरुवारी बनाउने महान नायक क्याप्टेन रुद्रमान गुरुङ्गसँग भेट्नु । उनले आफ्नो लाहुरे जिवन राजनैतिक जिवन सामाजिक जिवनका बारेमा लामो कुराकानी गरे र एक राउण्ड गाउँ पुरै घुमाए । हरेक घर सफा सुग्घर चिटीक्कको देखिन्थ्यो । चोटाकोठा आँगन सबै घुम्यौं हामी ।