I have been silent about 2017 so far as I do not really believe in making resolutions or wishing luck in the new year so on and so forth. According to what I study, time is an illusion but that is a story for another day.
Today, I’d just like to point out the highlights of this month. The year began with a little bird watching.
This is the blog of my friend, Sutirtha, who was kind enough to let me tag along one of his bird watching walks.
Then a few days ago, I went touristing to Agra. I had never been to see the Taj Mahal and this trip was organised so I could finally see it.
We did not stop there. We went ahead to Fatehpur Sikri, the final resting place of Saleem Chisti. We saw Akbar’s court and his personal harem too. It was amazing to see the lifestyle the Mughals used to have. Such grandness and poise, larger than life.
And ofcourse, I cannot resist but pose whenever I get a nice background.
Do not walk away from the path of peace
Be ruthless if that is what you want to achieve
Write odes, write sonnets, write all kinds of couplets
but do not walk away from the path of joy
Be strong to fight for what you deserve
Hold on tight, be not gentle in your grip
The walls may collapse, you hold your ground
Weep for all its worth, cry for peace in your feeble heart
Know who keeps it right and fight for the cause
The tears will wash away the blackness in your soul
Leaving you to wonder, leaving you warm in the cold.
Those pages I filled, put ink on paper
Those words I wrote, my heart and my soul
Now you know.
What is hidden, all that is in me
The bitterness, the negativity
Now you know.
The fact remains that I love you so
To look you in the eye as you look in mine
For now you know.
Exposed, I stand
No barriers anymore, no secrets
that you don’t know.
When you say independence, we think of freedom.
Freedom from what?
I am free. No one holds me down except the society norms but that cannot be changed in the near future. So except that, I am free.
But no. I am not free. I am a prisoner of so many instances, people, situations and emotions. Its countless as to what weighs us down.
In the end, only death liberates us all. But death is horrifying and hence freedom is horrifying. That is why people cringe from change, in fear of being independent or exposed.
Why am I writing all this? I have been thinking about my freedom and would I consider living by myself a kind of freedom? And the answer that came to me was no.
I can never be free.
After watching the second episode, I was pulling my hair out and saliva was dripping off my mouth because I forgot to swallow and close my mouth as my jaw did totally drop down to the floor. Mycroft and Sherlock have a sister???!!! And that too an evil one???!!! Its as absurd as it can possibly be and what do they give in justification ‘It is what it is’?I mean come on! On one side you would think what a nice little person with a cute British accent, too thick than normal but still nice and she turns out to be a bigger psycho than anyone on that show! She shot John!I have a strong hunch that she is Moriarty! She led all those people to make Sherlock dance on her fingertips! They kept on dropping hints but man, was I wrong!Also Mrs Hudson! She is a badass! I loved the way she was written in this episode, strong and in control!This totally made up for the last episode’s disappointment. Now I am sad that there is just one more left and then another bout of dry spell for 2 years.Not fair, Sherlock!
Source: MindBlown By Sherlock
Turning just slightly, I might not be missed
Fear, of being forgotten by those who said would remember
All lies. I will die.
No one will know, no one will care
I will fade, like the light
In to the dark abyss of the night
Who will ever know of my plight
Of my sorrow and my fight
Like countless leaves, off the branches
With the wind, blown away, nameless placeness
Nooks and corners, swept into bins
Know this, I am calm and silent
Its not okay but it is.
I learn to suffer in silence, does it affect you too?
This raging anger, this discontentment?
Being there only when available
Running away with the first wave of fatigue
Its not my fault. You chose it.
Live with it, I will live with mine
Just for the sake of it.
I have never been too keen about bollywood movies until recently Shahrukh Khan’s movies caught my eye and to be honest, the man makes you fall in love with his every character. I may not have ever said this to anyone but when I was quite young and dil toh pagal hai had just been released, I fell in love with ‘Rahul’ and I said that I wanted to marry him. Ah! The tender age. My uncle flew into a rage and tore the SRK poster that I had to shreds. I never mentioned him after that, even stopped watching his movies. Everyone used to tease me about this incident but I blocked it out. Now I find it funny too! Times change.Now, I have been on a SRK marathon, watching his most popular hits and flops as well. There was this one thing which I noticed that no matter what character the man plays, or how nonsensical the script is, he outshines everything and makes you like the movie anyway. His recent movie, ‘Dear Zindagi’ is one such example. I was bored for the first half of the movie but after the entry of ‘Jug’, I listened to the dialogues with concentration and interest. The undulations of his voice matches his emotions on the screen in a perfect sync. You tend to keep listening, keep watching him on the screen. I had the chance to see him live at a talk show and I loved watching him so close and so real. He is really a self made man and he has proved it time and again that he is the ‘King of Bollywood and romance’. His movies make me yearn to have that ‘bollywood love’ too! The man is truly a credit to his profession. Why am I suddenly talking about him today is because I watched his movie ‘Fan’, ‘Rab ne bana di jodi’, ‘Chak de’ and’Paheli’ consecutively. So his characters are very much alive in my mind right now. All these movies have one thing in common, and that is passion; passion for the lover, for the role model, for fame, for love, for victory.And yes, his smile is really nice. Aging suits him. He is becoming sexier every day!
Source: Shahrukh Khan
Sherlock has three episodes in one season and each season comes out in two years. Its been three years since the third season of Sherlock was out. I was eagerly waiting for the fourth which was annoyingly delayed because of Doctor Strange (which I loved by the way) and was thoroughly more annoyed by the Abominable Bride. I mean literally covering 5 minutes of what I wanted to see after ‘miss me?’ mishap. Season four episode one was released on 1st january, 2017. And God was I looking forward to it. I practically grew up with this series. But the episode disappointed me. The only good part in the episode was when Sherlock was talking to little Rosie: “If you want to keep the rattle, do not throw the rattle, hmm?” After that it was all confusing, talking about Mary so much and then small mysteries here and there. Finally A.G.R.A explained. It never bothered in anyway. John cleared that out in the christmas episode three years ago! But no, they brought the Tbilisi Incident and past friends and receptionists being mean. Why did Mary have to die? I mean build the character, make people fall in love with it and then kill it just like that! ITS NOT GAME OF THRONES! I expect it from R.R. Martin but not Sherlock!Anyway, I did not like it. Better improve your game Sherlock for it sure as hell is NOT on.