Guru

The story of a boy who fails his exams. The boy who goes out of his village on his own for his first job. The boy who quits his job because he wants to make his own business. The story of how his father told him not to dream, but he did. The boy who would do anything (either by hook or by crook), so that he becomes successful. The story of the boy who wants his company to be the biggest in the country, and then the world. The boy is Guru Kant Desai.

And Guru is Abhishek Bachchan. Who is just brilliant in the movie! Who knew he could act that well!! His wife is Aishwarya Rai, who, in the movie, loves to dance. She dances when it rains, when she leaves her husband, when her husband comes to get her. She just dances. God knows why!

There is nothing good about the movie though, except Abhishek, and one song. There were some stupid songs that should not have been there in the first place. Suddenly a song would start, which completely bored me.

There is no point of telling the story here, if anyone wants to know the story, they might as well watch the movie. For me though, the ending was a disappointment. Perhaps, the director forgot what the movie was all about. Or maybe, he forgot the others in the movie, except for Abhishek. The ending makes no sense at all to me. The second half of the movie aimed at telling something, but it finally becomes something else. Or maybe, that was how I interpreted it. If it was a good movie, everything must have been clear in the end. But it was not.

Oh well, Abhishek was great. Need I say that again?

The case of the lost earring

One of my colleagues (lets call her "A") lost one of her earring yesterday morning. She said she saw it five mins back. And thus the hunt for the earring began. First to find out where she went in those 5 mins (which is a tough job considering her memory power), and then going to those places, looking everywhere for that damn earring. We both searched for 10 mins, but we didn’t find it. Not even a trace if it (I don’t know what "trace", it just sounded so good while writing). So we gave up, she telling me stories of how she keeps losing her earrings, and never finding it, and me making sympathetic noises here and there.

Then we met two other girls ("E" and "M"). E told A, that she would help her find the earring. I told "There is no point in looking for it. It will not be there anymore."

So E said, "You have to be more optimistic.” Then she turns and looks at A, and tells her "Come lets look for it". I said, "You won't find it, why waste time on something that you are SO sure of not finding?"

E just looks at me, and pulls A to hunt for the earring.

So I was sitting with M, in her cubicle, wondering when these two girls will come back. I was SO sure that they would not find it. I just didn’t get the reason why they would want to go and search for it anyways. I was just waiting for them, so that I could tell them how wrong they were.

After 15 mins, they come back. I see E first. I look at her, grinning, I ask, "did you find it?” E says, "No". To which I say happily, "See, I told you that you wont find it. You could have used this 15 mins to do something productive". I said some other things too, stuff I don't remember anymore. But I am sure I spoke for atleast a minute.

Then, A comes, and she is weirdly looking at me, shaking her face left and right. "God", I thought, "she must be having a convolution, or something". And then, I saw it! The missing earring! Gosh, did I see it right, or am I just imagining it? No, there it was! In her ear, shining away, and probably laughing at me.

I was so shocked. E tells, “hahahaha, so much for your being ‘so sure’! “

Oh, mockery! Is that what I have to listen to now? Oh well, I probably deserved it anyway. If only there was a way where one could dig a hole, and then get buried in it, I would have dug a hole and put E and A in it, and buried them there!

I don’t even know what happened for 5 minutes after that, coz I was so lost, and confused. Why, oh why could the earring NOT be found!! Why did she have to find it! Could I not have one guilty pleasure? Pleasure of me being right? For once? And then, I started to get angry. At E for laughing, and at A for finding the damn thing. I don’t even know who found it, or where it was found, or how it escaped my eyes in the beginning. Coz I didn’t hear anything else for 5 mins. Those 5 mins were lost on me. Like, memory loss, or some shit.

Oh well. Things happen, right? RIGHT!?

Why?

Why is it that I am so confused all the time?
Why am I so easily convinced when someone says something?
Why don’t I have an opinion of my own?
Why do I bother about what other people think about me (or what I do)? Why don’t I feel strongly about most of the issues (that others do)? Why don’t I feel strongly about anything?
If I know that I should do something, why don’t I do it (and not wonder if I should do it)?
Why is it that I don’t know what’s happening around the world? Why don’t I care about it? Or anything?
Why can’t I stand for what I believe in? Do I even know what I believe in?
If I like to blog, why don’t I blog more often?
Why can’t I come up with a better title for this blog? (Why does it even bother me!?)