Beauty that killed the beast

It was a nice Saturday morning, and we went to watch the movie 'King Kong'. My first movie with my entire family, not missing on any single person. Can give a treat for that :-)

The theater as usual, full of people. I could see shorts everywhere, and couldn't identify whether a guy or a girl. Wondering what dressing in the theater means. Okay, no controversies.

As you enter you can hear a cute voice over the microphone shouting 'Go Fida'. A contest for Ford's new release 'Fiesta', a paper Abhishek Bachchan standing next to magestic white car. A participant spurting out wrong answers and getting hit by his friend.

Though I deserve the car, I didnt want to miss out on the first scenes (as I usually do when friends come along) and so we skipped the fun outside and directly went in. Coz the fun inside is definitely greater than the fun outside. My nephew and me fighting over who sits in the corner. I won. Coz he is 3 and is driven by chocolates.

And here came the first commercial, a lovely Sushmita Sen clad in beautiful sarees for every shot, diamonds adding more to her gorgeous attire. Wondered whether the diamond got its beauty, being worn by her.

Then came a list of boring ones, me running a countdown in my mind for the movie to begin.

And alas, the movie began. A nice New York in 1940s or so. A pretty stage actor being called in by a movie producer to shoot his movie on some undiscovered "Skull Island". A dangerous mission, coz they never knew if they would return. She agrees due to cash crunches.

The ship voyage, a scary one, they enter a dark rocky island. A place full of scary barbarian tribes and weird animals and reptiles. The dinosaurs aren't an exception.

The tribes give the actor on a sacrifice to a 25 feet high beast. Then comes our Hero King Kong. Yeah, the Hero. Coz he goes around rescuing our actor from many of her near death encounters.

They become good friends as she entertains him.Her crew is in search of her, and get attacked by many beasts. Several die in the mission. They somehow capture Kong and bring him to the city to make millions. He goes around in search of his best friend, the actor. Finally he gets killed coz man never likes his habitat to be exploited by animals, though he exploits theirs for his own selfish needs.

In the end, you would find yourself in tears as the producer says "It was not man, but beauty that killed the beast".

No im not narrating the story. But it will be great to see yourself applauding King Kong for his might and valour. The movie was superb and sure to win at the Oscars. One will have to search for the graphics, coz they were not obvious at all.

And guess who's work all this is ? Peter Jackson of 'Lord of the Rings' fame. This has become one of my favourites and sure to become yours too. A must watch movie.

A Mid-summer Night

A mid-summer night
Wind howling; brushing against the trees
Moonlight hits o'er the Silver cross; shining bright like swords of wrath
Leaves creeping, rats crying

The whistle of the wolves; chilling the spine
Hungry gates swing like mad
The lid moves, a bloody finger pushes itself out
Trying to help its decaying flesh; out the wooden coffin

Nearing its neighbour; Pulling out the dead
Whispers into the broken ear 'Let's make a hell time'
Hipshakes, hand moves , leg twines , head bangs
Moonwalking through the smelling grave

Oh whats that ?
The dead from the grave; dancing through an MJ number
Tell me "Aren't you the ghost of jealousy ??"

Why the differences ?

Ever wondered why there are so many differences among us ?
Nope, not the physical but the material.

Its ok if you're not Angelina Jolie or Tom Cruise :-) Their lives just got better.

Some rich, some poor, some in-between.
Why does God have to create only humans like that. Do animals have so ?
Or is it like just because Adam 'n' Eve ate the apple, they got some brains and started acquiring wealth in the Garden of Eden ;-)

"Destiny" is the word. You will get what you are destined to get. Whether its name, fame, or money.

Monu bhaiya was a man of sorrow. Since childhood, he had been compared with others, and ended up a life of distress.

Momma says "Oye Monu , bajuwale Randhir ko dekh! Tumse hi zyaada marks milte hain, Ache Kapde pehente hain". Monu sobbed over that, still he failed.

When Monu got married, his wife Phoolan was even more horrifying. She demoralized him by always talking about the wealthy and 'successful' neighbors.

Monu's life half-ended this way. When he consulted Mr.Guddu, the psychiatrist, he advised Monu to read books on motivation and self-confidence. Guddu slowly discovered that Monu's problem was the 'comparison' factor. This developed a complex in him, which put him further down.

Nobody tried to understand Monu or motivate him. Monu always thought 'I cant do it' but never thought 'Why am I not able to do it' .

This is not only in the case of Monu, but each one of us. We are always used to getting compared with others.
"Look how beautiful her hair is, cant you do something about your sticky hair? "
"That guy pursued MBA, he is working in a top Management concern, you change your decision or will end up as a garbage collector "

This not only puts us down, but also develops a hatred about the other person.

The purpose should be to 'inspire' and not 'compare' or 'criticize'. Words must be put in a different way so that serves as an inspiration or an option.

However comparisons on wealth and beauty is no good. It again develops a low self-esteem. And those are material things which dont stay for long.

Why don't we stop comparing ourselves and recognize our individuality ? Every person is unique, so hold on to it.

Sorry - Is all that you can say

Isn't that a small word. Just say 'Sorry' and things are over. How often have we seen people using this.
Some say just for the sake of it, though they aren't really sorry.

I remember a big lady who knocked down my coke.
Me standing right there, gloomed face. A small tear trying to wet my pinky cheek. (Dry yourself buddy , There's lots to cry over)

"Oh, Sorry" and thus she goes. There came a man who made me clean up the mess, coz it was the college canteen. And this lady was none other than my Accounts teacher.

"Hee hee, That's ok ma'am" (Wait for the day when I knock down yours)

A little coke isn't a big matter, but what matters is that are we trying to be helpful in the situation ?

Poking the eye, stamping the feet, tearing the book.. are all bearable.

Spilling coffee over your blazer is not !
It was Mr.A's wedding reception and the boy who came to serve him with juice spilt it over his navy blue suit and said "Sorry annathey, manchuko". Ha ha, all of us had a big laugh that night though Mr.A was sobbing.

The red Maruti that knocked down the old man on the OM road, gave him a hundred rupees. Well that's his style of saying sorry.

Whether on purpose or whether by mistake, its always nice to help the victim in some way or the other isn't it ??