Gravity: Movie Review

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I decided that I would spend the end of this evening watching a nice movie with my hubby. I say this because it has gotten rare for us. After a lot of channel hopping we settled down for Gravity that was being aired at HBO.

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The movie was halfway.

The lead actress is Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock) who i an engineer as an astronaut on her first flight. The commandor of the space event is Matt Kowalski (George Clooney).

A team of astronauts boards Explorer the spaceship, goes outer space on a mission. It encounters a sudden catastrophe that renders the team of astronauts dead, and only the two main leads as survivors. Eventually things go worse and Matt lets go in order to let Dr. Ryan to survive.

My take on the movie: it is a gripping movie. Totally motivating.

Things I learnt from it:

1) sheer determination is needed to survive , whether on earth or in space.

2)never give up. Never, ever give up. The world runs on logic but survives on miracles.

3) acquire knowledge. Reap as much as you can. You never know when it will save you.

4) Dr. Ryan had no one for her on the earth. She lost her only daughter. She had no reason to survive. But she did. She did not lose it because of anyone. She won it for herself.

5) She faced so many problems , all alone, beyond human contact. If she could survive them all, why can’t we?

6) Matt Kowalski encouraged her throughout the time he was with her. Give thought, love, empathy and care to those around. You never know when your strong words can help a person to stop quitting.

7) be strong. Set goals. Fulfill them. Dream well. And live those dreams. Let no one or nothing stop you. Life is lived only once. Tick those bucket list items. All of them.

8) lastly, be grateful. You are created by a creator. When Dr. Ryan says she’s running out of oxygen, I thanked God for giving me oxygen without count or tax. When Dr.Ryan thought about her dead daughter, I thanked God fo my two living children and the joy I have with them. When Dr. Ryan survived space debris crashes, I thanked God for keeping me accident safe till now. When Dr. Ryan was giving up because she has no one on earth waiting for her, I thanked God for my loving spouse and family. When Dr. Ryan said she didn’t know how to pray, I broke down. Because I know how to, but don’t like I always should.

If anything, we should stop being ungrateful.

Tonight, I will sleep inspired. I have goals too. I have things to accomplish too. I have lots of things to be thankful for.

Great Movie. Hats off to the brainchild of this movie!!! Amazing acting, dialogue, sequence.

 

 

 

 

 

Linkin Park, never the same again.

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Ok. So I have given up listening to songs. Why? Another time, another post. But right now, I want to vent out.

I had some down times in my late teens. Everything was chaotic because everyone was in college and I was idle at home doing nothing. I was dead bored and dead angry. Although my family abhorred music, I jumped full fledge into the music industry. Into the world of songs and tunes. The music helped the time go fast and my NEED FOR SPEED cars sped even faster.

I was a big fan of Linkin Park. My brother introduced me to Numb and it was my ringtone for three years straight. It was amazing to hear the bare voice of Chester Bennington.

My favourite ones of their list were Numb, In the End, Crawling, New Divide, From the Inside and Iridescent. They healed me somehow. I was hung to them.

Yesterday, when I read about Chester Bennington, I really went numb for a moment. No matter how many times we know that death can come to any one and at any age, still the heart refuses to register the deaths of young people. Chester was 41. That isn’t old age. But he is dead. He died with a piece of everyone’s heart who loved his songs…..

 

Running the cogwheels

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The Holy month has just passed by. I absorbed as much of goodness as I could. Schedules have restrung to their old order. I am back.

My day begins at dawn. With the arrival of my hubs from work. His breakfast and the days-going fill my belly. I go back to sleep, peaceful till mid morning when my two toddlers take turns for pee and poo and tv and brekkie. My day of awakefulness and normalcy actually begins at noon or an hour after.

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I take a rushed brunch and begin my meal preps that last for about two to three hours. Along with regular intervals of pees and poos. Then the internet gets on so I do my customary social media surfing until my late lunch. After that my kids have their meal. And then I get time to do anything till 6.

I either play subway surfers or learn typing on Alison.com or come blogging, like I did now. Then I take tutions for a 9th grade student right upto 8 o clock. I then do not understand how it suddenly turns 11 in the night and I jump back to my glorious bed.

It does appear that I don’t do much. But I get dead tired. The washing of clothes, the running after and feeding the toddlers, the meal preparations, the sweeping of my room, the clearing of the kitchen top. Everything. Its tiring. But all this are brain freezing chores.

There is a list of things I need to be doing beside these chores.

I have to learn French, learn MS Office, learn typing perfectly. I have to homeschool my moody daughter, and also teach her Arabic. I have to stitch a few clothes. I have to teach my son to hold a pencil and draw upon instructions.

Each of the above tasks have sub-lists. And just the humongous-ness  of these tasks make me collapse back…to my glorious comfy bed. Magical place indeed!!!!

Hollow from the inside…

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Its been a long time, without you my friend. I’ll tell you all about it, when I see you again.

I really missed bogging all this while. I had so many posts in my head everyday but really, I really couldn’t muster the time to grab the laptop to type. I love blogging.

A lot has happened over the past few weeks. To begin with, my better half got my mobile phone fixed. Thanks to him, it works like new. Well almost. But it is much better. No more virus bugging me every instant. Battery is much better. I also got a cool back cover for it.

There is a destination I aim to reach in the next year. So got our stuff together and made our move. Hoping God lets everything go smooth. Big Goals ahead on this on!

Who said God doesn’t answer prayers. Sometimes you don’t even have to ask. My son got circumcised  a couple of weeks ago. My sister in law visited us for two days. Her dad asked her to wake up one late afternoon. After much mumbling, she sweetly said,” Daddy please let me sleep, I din’t catch a wink all night”. There was so much emotion and sweetness in her voice. My heart ached for my dad. At that very moment boundless tears flew out of my eyes. When will I get a chance to say something like that to my dad. (My parents and siblings live abroad in the KSA). Lo and Behold! The very next day my dad called up saying Grandma isn’t well and he is coming to India in two days time. MY EXCITEMENT KNEW NO BOUNDS. One ache, one sigh from my heart, and God sent my dad instantly overseas. Right to my house. Grandma is in a vegetative state with no medications. Just waiting for her time. Only I, only I know that God sent dad for me. And not for any other reason. I hugged my dad hard when he came. I couldn’t stop my tears . He has gone frail, but stronger in faith. His enigmatic charisma beheld my eyes and heart in awe. I love my dad. I missed him so much. I got to bond with him for a week. And then he bid goodbye. He went back to mom and siblings last Tuesday. (Well, now I am missing mom)

It has been very hot this summer. Temperatures really shot up. I have become really tired of constantly washing sweat filled clothes. And the current keeps cutting off. Two days back, hubby and me decided to move our furniture around to give a fresh look to the room. Beneath my dressing table he found a mouse. A dead mouse. It did not stink. There were no insects around it. It was dead. Along with the other dust I swiped it into the dust pan. I got a moment to look at it closely.

It taught me a lesson for life. Stagnant things become hollow from the inside. Stagnant things are dead things. There is a huge difference between being Constant and staying Stagnant. Life needs to have principles to be governed by for consistency. These should be imbibed to evolve in life. To move in life, even if it is moving behind or ahead or sideways.

That mouse got stuck. It couldn’t figure out a way out of its situation. So it sat stuck. It died. And the summer red fire ants ate up every single nerve, organ, everything of the mouse. Except its outer body. They permeated through its skin and ate it up. They left it hollow. When we found it, it did not look dead. It appeared very much alive. It’s when I shooed it with the broom, that I found it was dead, and hollow.

I got goosebumps at the realization. Never stay stuck, never. Always evolve. Always move ahead. Always, always keep moving.

Catching Up.

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Well, its been quite a while since I posted. As the usual tick tock of my time continues, I tried my hands at different creative things this while. I just couldn’t fit the time to post on my blog in my messed up schedule.

My baby is being potty trained. And my toddler is having tantrum issues.

So the next few bogs will be about some sleeve-rolled-up stuff I’ve been doing for some time.

Calming a raging storm.

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Chaos hit me once more. It keeps hitting me. And sooner or later somehow I come out of it.

This time it looked impossibly. Everything, Every.Single.Thing, in my life right now is broken, leaking, poor, damaged or over. I am tired of this “I don’t need money just love” funda that I thought I could live through. I can’t.

I am stuck among negativity, revenge, cutting throat sarcasm, sweetened slavery. I don’t even know how to word my other problems. No matter where I am turning to, I am finding a dead end. It is very hard for me.

I cried for half an hour in the shower.

When life along with the soul is disturbed, nothing can be done. Maybe something can. I am turning around everywhere to find closed doors. I cannot, not in any freaking case, I can’t be where I am. I don’t even want to think of any reason to regret. I want to go. I am not meant for this. This is not who I should be. This is not what I should be doing.

My hands are tied. I want to shut my ears.

My soul is screaming inside my body. It is so hard, so very hard to calm myself down. Nobody, No freaking soul around me can calm this storm inside me. I am praying to God.

The silence is deafening. I am feeling so lonely.

I live in a house, with people in it. I have kids. I have a good husband. I have food to survive. I am thankful to God for all of this.

There is a scholar I greatly revere. He constantly stresses on having good character, mannerism and goodwill. Lack of all this along with a double dose of unthankfulness and negativity ravages in the house I live in.

I yearn. My soul yearns…..for peace. For calm. I want to redo and restart my life afresh. I want to have makeover of everything I am doing.

I recently read and article, that if you feel you are in a place that you feel is NOT THIS, then go get what you want. I am in the NOT THIS part of my life. I want to do something. But what I don’t know. I am living in a pathetic society, pathetic mentality, limited resources, no options, nothing.

Everything is so hard.

My kids aren’t making things easier for me either.

Hanging on by a withering thread of hope. Waiting for some freaking light to shine down me and get me out of here.

I am DONE. SOOOO DONE.

Dead Close Up.

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Three days ago, my sister-in-law lost her father-in-law. I do not know much about him except what my SIL used to say about him. I met him on two occasions. Both the times, I found him to be a smiling man, with a lot of knowledge and seeking for more. I found him to be someone who recently discovered the sweetness of Faith. He had a good aura to him. He seemed fatherly to me.

He passed away three days ago. A sudden shocking death at the end of Friday prayers. An attack snatched his soul from his healthy body. He was never on medication.

Death doesn’t tell everyone and come.

I along with my husband’s family, went for condolence. His body was brought from the hospital to his wife’s maternal home. We went there. It was a big roomy old house.

As I entered the central room, there were women. His family and relatives. Sobbing. He was laid on a single cot, wrapped in clean white sheets. My heart trembled immensely. I had never seen a dead body. I saw him that day. They had uncle’s face uncovered. I couldn’t look at it. I just couldn’t. His wife sat beside him on a chair, crying inconsolably. Their daughter was sitting at their feet crying.

I did not ask my eyes to cry. The tears came on their own. I couldn’t look at uncle’s face above his nose. I just couldn’t see his eyes. Closed as they would be. He appeared as if he was asleep. I went and hugged aunty. I asked her to pray for him. And pray for herself too. For patience. I was crying from my heart. I didn’t care what anybody thought. I had met uncle only two weeks ago. Smiling and discussing how bad politics in the country had become. And now he was here lying before me. Not moving. I couldn’t take my eyes off aunty.

She was saying that he always gave strength to her, and now he himself weakened himself to death. Why?

As I sat a few chairs away, I was hoping with all my heart that uncle would get up and laugh and say Ha! Ha! I was just messing with you all. But he didn’t. He just lay there. Still. They covered his face with the sheet. And aunty kept crying.

You marry a man, with no idea about the future. You leave behind everything for a new beginning. You hold his hand, and mould into a lifestyle that syncs you both to perfection. And then one day Poof! He is gone.

When they lifted uncle to take him away for his last rituals, I wept again. Fresh tears. Where are you taking him? Why? Bring him back and ask him to wake up. Aunty needs him.

Later in the night, in the comfort of my bed, I couldn’t sleep. Death doesn’t scare me. You are going back where you came from. It is just what death does to those related that tears me apart. Everyone moves on though. Only those who really loved and cared would find a hole in their lives that no amount of consolation from anyone can fill it for them.