Pitter Patter...

Rain. Growing up in Mumbai is about being one with it. Splashing in it, sometimes wading through it, fighting on when the windscreen wipers work furiously and still you cant see the road. It envelops you. You cannot remain untouched. I guess if you can live with it, you are halfway being a mumbaikar. If you can enjoy it, you might never leave.
How different the same rain is here. The clouds ready to burst, but they never really do - almost respecting people's desire to go on un-interrupted. As I wake up and see through this cocoon of semi-light, I feel the urge to open the windows, hear it fall, stretch my hand out. For a moment, forgetting that I am eight thousand miles from home. No, it isnt different - this rain. If it makes you feel the same way, how can it be. How can it be?

Is it just me or....

Life. Is it made up of moments or do "moments" make life? Why does time fly by sometimes? And sometimes, why doesn't a single moment come to pass? Are these just philosophical questions and a way to move away from living? Or do these questions help us come "alive"?
I guess, I don't know the answer. I guess, I never will. Maybe the answer doesn't exist. Or maybe, it keeps changing!
But still I wonder...

tell a story..

Crash.Syriana.Capote.
Three movies which have made me wonder at the sheer creativity and imagination which some of us seem to possess. Pictorially, they are all different. While crash comes across as super slick with smooth transitions to move across the seven stories that run parallely, Syriana uses image with sound to capture imagination and Capote has the old-movie feel to it. But there is one factor that puts them in the same league. They all are powerful stories captured on film.
It all comes down to that. If you have a good story -a story that can intrigue your audience, challenge them, play with them, make them laugh, question and think - you are already on your way to great stuff. Yes, it all comes down to that.

They are different

Pilots. A different persona. People with a different view towards life. People who have learnt to love and live. They are people who accept life as it is but always strive to make it better. Time is not lost in stupid arguments or cribs.
I guess it all has to do with the happiness they get when they fly. A happiness which sustains over a long long time helping them breathe easy when troubles surround. A happiness which they share with whoever they come in touch with. A happiness that comes from realising that most fears are not real. A happiness that lasts and creates a lasting impact.

Where were you.....

What do you remember? Why?
Just think. You can always recollect the edge-of-the-seat match your home team won. Or the first day at your job. Or the first date you had. Or even where you were when heard the news of the tsunami....this interesting article suggests that how you feel is critical in making you remember all these. High emotion equals high memory.