How does it feel to be in love?

With the Valentine's day that just passed all I heard from my friends were the couples that hung out everywhere. Literally everywhere.I'm a little dull when this particular topic is on the desk. I've always witnessed love as something that people designate to themselves. And then I see movies that showcase a whole different level.

When I navigate through my entire childhood and adulthood, I just fell like I've never had either of those. All I had was a caring family and friends that weren't permanent. It may have been because I constantly changed schools or may be because I was a bit too shy when it came to the opposite gender.

But this year is something different. A part of me, a major part of me wants me to earn and do what's right. But there is this little devil that keeps pushing me through another road which I am certain that will defenitely put me in a bad place. The worst part is, I'm more tempted in travelling the road that's eminent result is self destruction.

The heart wants what the heart wants. Well,I'm ready to take the leap. Maybe that's the perfect way to witness my position at a total low.

A Proud 'ME'

Never have I been more proud as of I'm today. Feeling good about defending something that makes you happy, something that defines who you are and for something you would gladly leave your life for is precious. Though the event makes you take measures that you wouldn't even have dreamt about is a bit painful. Even more painful when the person you are fighting had a significant contribution in your life.

Anyways, I'm just glad that, when I shut my eye, I feel good about what I have done. Cross a personal border and feel my wrath. I have no regrets nor am I going to apologize for my actions. You deserved my anger for what you have done. Adios to a good friendship.

PK - Dash's Review

Hoping that most here would have watched the movie and laughed your lungs out while doing so, I write here something that most would find a bit peculiar. This review is divided into two; 1) A perspective the audience liked it for. 2) My Perspective.

(SPOILER ALERT)

1) The Audience Perspective:

In a country with a majority of Hindu's, the film would have offended them a bit, but without doubt the film would have made them rethink their believes in it. A story that discriminates false God Men (Managers) and their atrocities over the common people is what made this movie a controversial one. And explaining it to the viewers humorously is the reason why crowds have been rushing into the theaters for more than once.

The technical aspects: Hirani without doubt has provided yet another pleasing yet compelling story with a direction that could have been better. Aamir Khan with his 'alienatic' performance is spellbound. So is the charisma maintained by Anushka.

Wit and humor playing the most important roles, the film is scripted to satisfy every need an Indian audience craves for. Depicting the mentality of individuals with suitable characters just makes the story an even more compelling one.

Beginning the story with a theft, running along with hope, music that soothes us all along, intergalactic love sequence and ending it with a message - What more could a film need? A perfect entertainer.

STARS: 4/5

2) My Perspective:

A story that reminds me more of Chetan Bhagat. Loop holes all over the script, adjusting it with humor at right places and creating something that people would love in spite of the flaws in it.

When a movie is made, its not just something just a particular minded people watch. And me being a movie enthusiast, the story is the primary aspect I would aim for and base my views on. Later comes the direction performance and music. So I would call this movie a bit sloppy.

Like said before, the movie did grasp me too at every point despite the fact that a predictable end is to follow. Targeting not just a single faith and making people understand the misconceptions behind every faith was a good go. The movie not just entertained but also enlightened minds. So, that's another plus. The usage of the term 'Wrong Number' is another major plus.

The direction could have been better and a script with less clichés could have been produced with a bit more effort. The performance of every lead performer was of great excellence. (I in fact noticed a slight whimper behind me when Aamir broke out emotionally). That accounts for good acting.

Both the Cheery and Gloomy faces of Anushka was portrayed beautifully. Despite the lack of a perfect story, the over all portrayal of the major issue deserves an applause. 

MY STAR RATINGS: 3.5/5

A friend for life

"The best quality a story teller has is the captivating power he owns over people." - Asif Dash

I have a sister, not by blood but by bond. To be honest, she is the single most irritating creature I've ever come across my entire life. So the story goes like this. She has a friend who used to be so close to her. And all of a sudden he blocks her on what's app and all such social formats.(That's what she said)

A good brother's task here is to  console her and say stuff like "He will message you eventually" or "Must have been a mistake on his side". I'm no ordinary brother, so instead I created a story where I play the protagonist.

I'm not going into details here. Maybe in the next story. The brief version goes something like this. I and another guy were so close during our higher secondary. There was a girl for who my friend fell for. The day he proposed she tells him that she's in a relationship with another guy. So instead of moving on as I advice him, he fought with the guy she was committed to.

Let it be in real life or in the stories, I intend to picture myself a good guy. So back to the story. My friend and the committed guy were fighting and I had to choose sides. A dear friend or an honest path. I chose the honest path.

Then a spat between us two occurred and we neglected each other for a month. And finally, I being a kindhearted guy spoke to him and sorted things out. We were so close after then that calling we stuck put our necks when either of us were in trouble.

And now after 5 years, I have no clue on where he is or how he is. That's friendship.

This made up story actually did console her. I know its rude but I loved the fact that I created a story out of thin air in no time.

None of my words here are to be taken seriously. I do value friendship and I do have friends who go way long back. This has been shared here because if any one ever comes across my position do follow my method. It works like a charm. In fact, the listener forgets their own story and concentrates more on this.

The Fault In Our Stars

"I fear Oblivion"

To sleep with pain is the one worst thing a man can go through and I'm doing that today. John Greene not just made me cry when I read his book 'The Fault In Our Stars' but he also made me think of the life I'm living.

I'm normally a stone hearted kind of guy. Well, I used to cry a lot (long ago), but in the past couple of years, tears weren't flowing that often. This book touched me deep down and ever since problems weren't big enough for me to weep over. I understood that there were issues far more intense than a crying mother or a silly fight.

That should have been the end of it. I moved on, but life isn't fair to people who forget lessons. Sheilene Woodly came along and gave life to  Hazel Grace. All I could wish now is that I should have been Augustus. I should have been the one who took her to Amsterdam. I should have been the one who should have listened to my own eulogy from her. I should have been the the one lying there in that casket before I see her in one.

Well, none of that happened. My eyes are still soggy and I wish I could just pour out my heart here. But I just want others to watch this film and think of it on their own. An emotional one indeed. I suggest people to read the novel before watching the film.

To people who think they have a horrible love story, you have no idea what horrible is.

In pursuit of the flying goats

So get this. As much as you hate reading stuff (educational ones), hate of something more stronger is observed within when other people read, that too on a train. I'm currently experiencing that. Guess what I did??? The usual thing I do when I see books (educational ones), I slept.

The interesting part is the one that came in my dream. Something made me remember Heidi (an old cartoon I used to see as a kid) before dozing off. In my dream I saw some flying goats. Must be the Heidi effect. And then they just flew far, pretty far. Looks like I was just standing there idle; must have been something normal to the 'dream me'.

The goats flew far away and then I noticed two of my colleagues chasing it. They were normal though, just running behind them when the goats were flying. Then some chattering sounds were all I could here. I opened my eyes and there was a guy selling tea near me.

I'm gonna make this my life's mission: Asif Dash - In pursuit of the flying goats. P.S. I later on inquired about the goats to the colleagues who were in chasing it in the dream. They recommend me to sleep again and find it out myself.

Beyond Infinity

I stretch out my arms and it's pitch black,
A fog, a mist, is all I could feel.
I keep consoling myself, "she is still there",
But it's just as empty I feel my heart.

Sucking in every ounce of air I prepare to scream,
My lungs are full yet words don't reach my tongue.
The air inhaled is all that passes out.
I suck in again not tired of the result, and again I fail.

Is she just the mist, or is it just an illusion.
It wasn't time for play, I ached within.
It wasn't fair as it just was a needle.
A prick couldn't have let her down.

A disease they say that made her rest,
For I know that a sword too would have fallen bleak.
Such strong was our bond for an infection to kill.
Why is it that she had to be the prey.

Just a needle I cry again,
Thinking of how this isn't justice.
No bargain, No truce, are these the rules.
Has he no mercy I cry till my eyes go sour.

"Jenny" I scream now, as clear as it could be.
I touch something against the darkness.
Just a second and I lose her again.
Now I run, chasing her till the end.

Its all white and better, with cream and sugar.
I see her, I hug her, I kiss her and I wonder.
I was sorry for leaving her there right when she needed me close.
I'm finally there where she is now.

Secluded enough for both to live in.
Bit seems like we both have passed way beyond it.
She then said, "you had a life there"
But a life without her is as empty as a dry well.