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Each life is magical

Some of you probably know that I am a fan of reading film scripts. Why, you may ask. Well, an old friend introduced me to Drew’s Script-O-Rama and I was hooked. I have spent countless boring afternoons reading one script after another. In fact, there are films where the scripts have been so well-written – often, the films have hardly compared! My Best Friend’s Wedding, The English Patient, Sideways are some of them although I love Sideways, the film.

So I was reading the script of The Namesake, a film that I enjoyed (probably more so because Geetu didn’t like it one bit and my expectations were pretty low). I loved the performances of Kal Penn and Irrfan Khan, loved the way their relationship was depicted on screen, loved the coming-of-age of Gogol as it unfolded on screen, loved the camerawork. Then I started wondering about Sonia, Gogol’s sister. Wasn’t her life story significant? Didn’t she go through a similar coming-of-age experience? Did she share something special with her Mom/Dad? How did she come to terms with her mixed identity? Was it smooth sailing, or laden with uncertainty? Did she find her peace easily?

Why didn’t we see anything about that in the film?

The answer is straightforward. Gogol’s life was magical, it was special – only so because we were examining it through the lens of the story. His life had its beautiful moments, it had the shimmer of love, the glamor of lust, the pain of loss, the happiness of finding and being found. And we know that because we saw it. If only we had the opportunity to view Sonia’s life (or anyone else’s), we would have seen its loveliness.

Each life is magical, it really is. You just need to look closer.

March of the Moment

The ferocity with which the mind grasps at the past is amazing. Years have rolled by, people have moved, lives have been transformed permanently… and yet it only takes a whiff of a scent, a snatch of a song to go back to where and when it all began. For an instant, it feels like time never moved. Thank God for the relentless march of the moment – if only the mind would keep pace with it.

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As I read through one of the stories I penned in 2003 (the Cairo one), it struck me that I was present in all the characters. I saw shades of myself in Lily, and I saw shades of myself in Kais. The same goes for the other story I began in 2001-2002 – there I was, in each one of the three characters. Looks like the Creator can never separate himself/herself from the creation – instead S/he flows into every aspect of creation, coloring it in his/her unique way, and fashioning it in his/her own image… nice.

No standards…

There is no need to conform to anything; there are no standards. You are as good as the next guy in the line and don’t ever compare yourself to anyone. There are no standard milestones; there are no landmarks. It is fine to be low and blue once in a while; that phase has yet to be relegated to the terrible teens/adolescence. No maturity, no immaturity. Things just are. Be natural, happy and stable and things will roll into place. It is okay to cry by yourself without feeling weak. Consider yourself blessed; it is still okay to cry. Swollen eyelids are a bad sign but they are okay. Don’t think you don’t count your blessings enough, you always do. It is okay to feel as if the world is on top of you. Too many people are searching for their dream. It appears as if people are happy and settled but it is okay to keep searching. Maybe it keeps you young, interested, curious. There is always Santa around the corner, bearing gifts and goodies. Keep turning around corners, I suppose. No two days are alike and as always, this too shall pass.