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I am still not tired of lazying around. In the last 14 days which I have spent at home I have just been eating, sleeping, watching TV, random (and some not so random) internet surfing. It is true that I have been on this kind of vacation after 6 long years. And I am enjoying it. But that does not mean that am not missing the life I had been leading before coming here. I am missing every bit of it, both the pains and the gains. I miss Bombay. I miss my friends. I feel like a nomad these days, traveling with a part of my life packed in a suitcase and the rest scattered hither thither. The place I called my own for 6 years belongs to somebody else now... All that deserves a separate post. Also, a lot of introspection has been happening since the day I have been lying idle. Will see if i can share a part of it here. But today there is something completely different which prompted me to return to my blog.


I remembered a scene from Aamir Khan starrer Ghulam. Ghulam does not come under the category of good meaningful cinema but still there are some scenes in this movie which stand out. AK plays the role of Siddharth, younger brother of a guy who works for a underworld don (or you may call him a local goon). Siddharth is a 'gunda in making' with his heart still at the right place (something like 'Munnabhai'). He loves boxing (undergoes some training too). There is this boxing match in the movie in which Siddharth fights another boxing champion. This match was something he had been waiting for both, to fulfill his passion as well as to showcase his skills in front of his elder brother. After giving the opponent a tough fight, when Siddharth was just about to win his brother comes to the boxing ring (during one of the breaks in between the match) and whispers in his ears "Haar Ja". The reason being loads of money being on stake because of the betting going on in the match. The way his brother casually orders him to lose the match he had been preparing for since ages shocks him. The feeling that, for his brother the amount of money made during the match was more important than his winning it, sunk in. He loses the match but before that he deliberately gets beaten up badly by his half-dead staggering opponent, refusing to get knocked-out....hurting himself in order to hurt his brother who stands like a silent observer at first and then urges the match referee to stop the match.


I would have done the same....

Comments

kate said…
Dear,
Good to know you're finally chilling out...sometimes it is wonderful to do NOTHING.
Will call you soon...we haven't spoken in ages!
Angika said…
I don't like this post. Because I get the analogy. Next post has to be positive.
Shazia said…
@ Kate
Been a long time dear. Hope you are fine there.

@ Angie
I knew you would not like this post. But at least you like Aamir Khan...
:)
silent_rebel said…
aamir khan ka hi analogy wala story bolna tha to jo jeeta woh sikandar ka dete....
Shazia said…
Matlab Senthu???

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