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My daddy’s  quite   weird
he’s   cranky   and   conformist
I’m  the spoilt,  mad  ,  kid
Who gets  all   wishes  fulfilled
that’s  our  weirdo  connection

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Kapoor & sons

Last Saturday, after getting completely irritated and frustrated by practical exams, I went for a movie with my mother. Hindi film– “Kapoor & sons (since 1921)”. I basically went to drool over Sidharth Malhotra (one of the central characters), but I had a different experience all together.


Generally Bollywood films deviate from reality to make it feel-good or dramatic. But this film is quite realistic. Minimal cliche. The story circumnavigates around the Kapoor family as the name suggests. The members have a bitter-sweet relationship with each other. It’s not like those Sooraj Barjatya movies- “The family that prays together, eats together, stays together”. No one’s perfect in the Kapoor family, everyone have their own set of flaws, secrets. The parents (played by Rajat Kapoor and Ratna Pathak Shah) fight at every issue, then they attempt to reconcile. The brothers (played by Sidharth Malhotra and Fawad Khan) fight then share a joint. The sweetest member happens to be the senior most Kapoor, the 90-year old Dadu (played by Rishi Kapoor). He’s tech-savvy, his “i-papad” happens to be his most priced possession, why? Cause he gets to see Mandakini’s videos and “rangeen” movies!!


Time and again I could connect with myself and my family. The misunderstandings, the daily fights, the fuss over food, the reminiscing time, the party time.

I got to realise some of my follies watching the characters doing the same. There’s one see scene when Tia (played by Alia Bhatt), the younger Kapoor brother’s (played by Sidharth Malhotra) girlfriend, said, that she was so angry at her parents for not being with her on birthday, that she said, “Why do you need to come back?stay in Canada itself” That was the last time she spoke to her parents, their flight crashed and they never returned. That time I realised even I’ve told something like that to my parents quite often. At that point of time, I shed some tears. Now how much every I’m angry I try not to say that again to them and I pray to God not  to punish me that way.

I also realised that family is about forgiving and moving on. Everyone makes mistakes, if we keep holding on to them, the family won’t remain one and we won’t be at peace.

I was entangled in a rift with my family during that period of time. I wanted a break but this movie didn’t give me that break but at least made me realise certain things about family. I’m trying to forgive and move on.

As mentioned before, the striking factor of the film was lack of stereotypes. There was no dreamy song sequence and no stereotypical characters. For instance, the film’s set in Tamil Nadu but there wasn’t any cliched South Indian character. Homosexuality was  portrayed as if it’s quite normal, like it actually is in reality, without any over-the-top mannerisms in the character. It’s nice.

Thanks to the makers and the cast for this flim. Well done 👍.

P.S. I cried a lot during this film.. A lot. The second time, I cried for more than 10 minutes (first time being while watching Neerja)

P.P.S. I think it’s better to go with friends rather than parents, as far as the full dose of double meanings are concerned in the first half of the film, I was so embarrassed having mom beside me. LOL 😅. Thank God she didn’t make a fuss about it.

With love,

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Autumn falls

Its Autumn. Its festive time. Time for fun. But I am not happy. I am far away from family, friends. How can I enjoy the festive season in a completely foreign land ? Foreign not geographically, but linguistically and culturally. Once upon a time, I used to enjoy my festival with full enthusiasm. Terminal exams would be over. School closed. No tutorial class. So no studies. And for me festival means dressing up, roaming about the city, chatting and  eating. Now, I am far away from home, exams knocking at the door, no signs of the festive enthusiasm in this alien city. Instead  of enjoying, now I am sitting in my new residence, alone, with only two options: either I prepare for exams or I sit quietly, recollect the past and wait for the vacation to approach when I can finally see my family, my friends, my hometown after about five months. Everyone is trying to console me saying “chill”, “relax”, “to get something you need to lose something”, “success comes after sacrifice” etc. But how much ever people say, I need some time to get used to this change. I don’t know how long will it take, hope I can get over it soon. Actually, I never thought I will crave so much to go home. I thought I would get over the change very easily. But I was wrong……… very wrong……

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Durga Puja- the biggest festival of Bengalis
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My 19th Birthday

Birthday…… It happens to be the happiest day of every person’s life. For me it used to be the most precious and grandest day of my life. My birthday used to be celebrated like a festival. After all I am the only child of my parents, so obviously my dad will do this for me. I would be so excited that used to start counting days a month in advance. I would go shopping with mom on the eve of my birthday (actually my shopping would begin a fortnight in advance). I would wait till midnight for calls and messages. On the main day, there would be a small party with friends in school. In the evening all my relatives and friends would come up and celebrate my birthday. The whole day would be filled with gifts, chocolates, gossips, music and of course food. Till last year my birthday would be the best day of the year. But now……. Everything has changed. I have shifted to another city. Alone. Leaving behind my family, friends, bringing with me only those memories. This year my birthday didn’t seem like my birthday. For the first time I felt so lonely, so isolated. No mom and granny to cook my favourite dishes. No dad for me to pull his leg for again not uttering the words “Happy Birthday” to me. No friends to party hard with. Suddenly the day turned so weird. Yes, I do have new friends. But those years were different and this year is completely different. I couldn’t let go of the past. I just cried and cried. Mom and granny tried their best to console me. One of my childhood buddies tried to make me laugh and make me feel that everything is normal. Nothing had changed. But…… I couldn’ t see them. I just could hear them over the phone. Then how come nothing has changed ? I consoled myself thinking that after two months i will be visiting them. So what if it’s only for a fortnight.