"Love Aaj Kal" my take on it...

Hi All,

Probably, this is for the first time that I’m writing something about a movie… J

But I guess I should…after all, Movie is a form of art….and Art, is a lie that makes you realize the truth….Isn’t it ???

When I went for this movie, I thought it’s a comedy, and that’s what it seemed to everyone in theatre…a comedy. To summarize it a little, it’s a story of a couple who were in a live-in relationship with no strings attached and they separated for certain reasons related to our 21^st century’s most commonly used word called “practicality” … he he…then it took a long while for them to realize the fact that they really love each other and they should live together, forever…

All this while they tried their level best to get rid of their “unwanted” feelings for each other…they tried their best to deny the fact that they were really in love with each other. All this time I could hear people laughing out loud on every second minute of the movie, wherein, I couldn’t laugh much….may be I’m a lil boring kinds…but for me, Art still remains a lie that makes us realize the truth…and the truth of the generation is, we all are being so damn practical and money minded that love has really taken a backseat and people live in a denial if they encounter any such feeling in themselves. The only time I felt that this movie was really nothing too great, was when they changed the entire story line towards the end…Just because a story has to have a happy ending, the girl and the boy gets together around the last few minutes of the film…which is something I hardly see in real life…

Its a very old proverb and I can’t recall who said it, but they say “you can judge a person’s position with his shoes”….I have a doubt, how do we judge a person, whose judgment starts from a shoe, and ends with it?? … But you know it’s a fact today, people judge people with the amount of money they keep in their wallet, but not with his morale values or strengths or abilities…

And that’s what makes me think…how do I judge people whose judgment starts from my shoe, and ends with it??….think about it!!

(Amit Sethi on 1^st August’09 at 1430 hrs)

Whats the deal ??? how much ???

There is nothing called a relationship and it’s all about dealing...

You actually undress a fruit, even if you call it peeling,

 

One looks for a future, one looks for smiles….

One looks for hell a lot, to cater for miles

 

One puts another-one on hold and looks to have choices,

But if you put them in same bracket and hear their voices

 

It’s the same voice from so many throats or you say so many deals,

People want to pick the best one possible and the one that heals,

 

Healing is important as we all were wounded on our way till here,

But how about rest of the deal content, don’t know it came from where…

 

God made us equal and we segregated among castes, money and creed,

He gave us enough on his own but still we still fight and we aren’t yet freed,

 

We’ll be free once we realize just one fact once and for all,

Tear tastes exactly the same and knows no differences at all,

 

A few smiles spread and shared with people, makes no difference to you,

But to the people, who wanted it desperately, may be they are just a few…

 

I wish I could get you so much of money and I ask a few things,

Is that your price?? Or is that mine?? Or is this a deal that you think?

 

And I want to walk away from you the moment I see the greed,

Keep the money as I don’t care, but I wish someday you be agreed…

Though i know myself, but I want to know where i stand as a person for you,

As i find myself nothing above an option for you, and the one who's in que  

a que to the society you formed, a que to the times of today,

a to my destiny, a que to realise my dream someday....

 

(Amit Sethi on 7^th June’09)

So much in common, yet not enough...

A dream is an illusion you see when you are fast asleep,

A tear is a drop that you shed when you cry or weep,

 

A smile is what you get when you feel good and pampered,

A frown is what you get when your expectation is tampered,

 

You shrug your shoulders, when you know nothing,

You raise an eyebrow, when you doubt something,

 

Adjust a strand of hair when you feel shy,

Shrink your eyes a little when you feel “why??”

 

Your jaws drop down open when you get a surprise,

Your lip-n-chin gets tighter when you have to sacrifice,

 

You yawn-n-stretch when you feel so-tired,

Release a deep breath when you feel retired,

 

So many expressions in common that we all share,

But still there are so many things that we all care,

 

Things that keeps us alone in a world so inhumane,

Don’t know when we’ll see beyond our own domain,

 

C’mon everyone lets get up and grow-up now,

Money can bring you things, but not love somehow…

 

(Amit Sethi on 4^th June’09)

Whats the motive of your life...??

In a recent past, I was asked this question by an elderly person. It’s a very rare experience when I come across something which makes my head start spinning, and I guess it was exactly like that….

After conducting so many interviews for so many positions, after mixing up an individual’s personal and professional life to judge if he really deserves the position or not, I never thought of the intensity of this single question…though its very often that we sit in a group of acquaintances and discuss so much about life and possibilities, and often that we put the same kind of question to ourselves and to others, But, I never realized that this question could make me feel the gravity so strong…May be it was the situation which, had me upside down… J

Normally I’ve seen, when people are asked about it in a job interview, they come up with so much of pre-scripted material which makes me think as if the individual is trying to put himself an Amitabh Bachchan to me. Hence I take a back seat and put my soul in an isolated space of mine within myself. But today, it’s about me, it’s about you and it’s about so many individuals who may read this…

Ask this question to yourself and then pen-down your answer on a piece of paper (a white A4 sheet)… but before you do this, I want you to follow a simple instruction and i.e. don’t think about it, do it right away, on immediate basis….And yes, as I always prescribe, keep really honest…

Once you are done, how about having another sheet of paper and staple it along-with your answer sheet…

The next step is not for you, but for your loved ones…reach a few elders whom you really respect and discuss what you’ve written as your answer…..request them to put their point of view on the blank sheet for you…once you are done with 4-5 such inputs, do your analysis….

You’ll be surprised to see, how your knowledge jumps to a different level altogether. They might come up with some simple blessing for you, or, they might come up with some criticism….But one thing’s for sure, it’ll help….

As I love punching my fingers here on this laptop key pad, I can type-in a lot of stuff and tell you the conclusions right away. But for now, I want you all to do this small exercise and let me have your feedback on what you felt and if you too for a surprise out of such a tiny-looking work….

All the Best J

Amit Sethi

You really Know What You Are...!!

You know what you can do,

You really know what you are...

May be superior to someone,

Or may be someone with a scar...

But understand the depth and the meaning,

One fails, only when he gives away the feeling...

The feeling for success, the feeling of crust,

The moment you give-up, you become nothing but "Just"...

A "Just" who is limited to itself,

A "Just" who keeps it to a shelf...

Never go by people and judge yourself,

Its not about them, and its not about the shelf...

Its about you, its your own fight,

Just hold on to it till you see some light...

Its a bigger game plan and you have to win,

Thats what you wanted, and thats why you are IN...

Amit Sethi (28th Jan'09 @ 2107 hrs)

Life, As a Fish...

It would’ve been so beautiful to be a 24-hour swimmer,

Eating up anything from the pond and still keep slimmer,

I wouldn’t have worried for anything in life,

No friends, no children and not even a wife,

 

Not that I’m scared of any responsibilities,

But I could’ve had more of probabilities,

 

Picking-from and spiting-back stones in the pond,

I could’ve touched the nature and find a bond,

 

The bond with the nature, between the dead and alive,

The bond, which exists even if you don’t survive,

 

Get eaten up immediately when you die someday,

Others survive on you as you fly away,

Fly away, fly away, or you can still swim “as a fish”…

(Written by Amit Sethi)

 

Life, As a Poet !!

It feels so strong to put these words together,

Wat all you think, on this paper, i can gather,

For these man-made-symbols, All from A-TO-Z,

I'm capable and contented to place them on bed,

A bed made of paper and looks like a sheet,

on this, i can fly a kite, feel the sand & even grow wheat,

Thats what a poem can do to you and to life,

We just need pen & paper, thats all to survive...

(Amit Sethi)

The "Me" for "you"... (Imagination)

"Ya rite" this is what might seem so funny,

But think to yourself, Aren't you being a bunny,

In front of what you are & what you could be,

In front of what you feel & what you would be,

The truth is what you are down there,

think within yourself, you can be SOMEWHERE,

All you think of me is "I think a lot"

Or may be something like "i wink a lot"

But how about a boy who loves you for what you are,

Or how about a boy who's never too far,

Somewhat i feel I know you in-&-out,

you are the one i can't live without,

But this "Somewhat" plays a big game,

This somewhat makes me nothing but same,

same as i was, same as i am,

same as i would be, same as i came....

(written by Amit Sethi)

Life, As a Prostitute....

At the end, I didn't have nothing to loose,

This was the only thought & I entered the blues,

With all the beds, Looking exactly the same,

Clients expect nothing, but to leave my shame,

"Leaving my shame" thats what everyone thought,

I wasn't here since ever, But i was brought,

To this bed where i lie, with pain but no feeling,

Men think they cure and they come for healing,

I wish they could understand the pain between the legs,

Its not about the bed, But because of beds

I too had a life that i wanted to lead,

But here i lay, and here i bleed...

(written by Amit Sethi)