Catharsis

Anyone had the misfortune of seeing the movie called "Duplicate"? It had two Shah-Rukhs. As if one of them wasn't bad enough. It was also culpable of a wafer thin plot. And some sensationally bad acting. The music was such that i decide not to elaborate on it. I forget the actress. Sonali Bendre, in all likelihood. However, this post isn't a verdict on a 12 year old film. As a 7 year old, i found it reasonably entertaining. Dunno whether it was me or the film. Anyhow, I saw the film again yesterday. Well, the film droned(for want of a better word). I am not trying to sound didactic or anything, but it shouldn't be watched unless you are faced with a worse option. But I would like to express my opinion regarding a certain scene, a scene which impressed me as a 7 year old. And it impressed me as a 16 year old. For reasons best known to the force which decides what impresses whom. There is particular scene where the evil Shah Rukh(there were two, remember?) plays wit

The Rain is a traitor. Do you know that every drop of the rain has a mission? that it drops for a reason? Every drop that hits you has a mission, an objective, a conscience. Each drop reminds you of that little something. A smile, a scene, a touch, a fleeting thought, the moment... The drops help to simplify the complex equation. To untie the knots. When you stand in the road, and feel the drops falling in hundreds, you feel peace. The rain tries to make you feel lonely, but in trying that, it keeps you company. Its a feeling between loneliness and seclusion. Standing on the terrace, I feel lonely till i feel all those drops on me. But no, not really. Those drops exacerbate whatever I am feeling. They are traitors. They are heartless accentuators. The rain stops. The wind carries on the legacy. Wet wind, winds that don't dry anything away. Way past midnight. The room is dark, all windows were open. The wind is blowing conservatively. The sharp tinkle of the wind-chime. The occasio