3 things to say

First, New York. No, I'm not about to give the story away so don't worry - you can still read this even if you haven't watched it yet. (which I'd advise you really should!)



My opinion of the movie matches exactly with the review in today's Ahmedabad Mirror - it's no doubt a great story but it doesn't really tell you anything new. And it does get slightly 'filmy' in the second half, disgressing from its whole realistic concept. But nonetheless, its a story about friendship and love, change and fate, and life's heart-wrenching tendency to flip over right when you're least expecting it. The music is good, my favorite track being Tune jo na kaha, mainly because it is about unrequitted love, something I identify with all too well. You can listen to it here. The lyrics are soul-stirring.
I want to say more about the movie but I'm afraid that I'll end up giving away details, so I'll move on to the next thing I have something to say about - the demise of Michael Jackson.



I've never listened to too many MJ songs, but he is the first artist I knew of when I started listening to English tracks. The song I like the best from the few I have heard is the one that goes 'All I want to say is they don't really care about us'. Needless to say, he was one heck of a good musician and dancer. Even if he did get involved in several unfortunate messes, his talent is what he will be remembered for. He will 'live on' through his music, as everyone is saying. That's the beauty of life - the power of being able to 'live on.' Each of us, even if we are not famous, live on through the people we meet, what we say to them, what they think of us. Which is why its so important to do some good in the world while we have a chance, to spread some happiness, even if we occassionally err. Because in the end, it will be the good things people will remember about us. As long as they outweigh the not-so-good things and the mistakes we make. R.I.P Michael Jackson.

Moving on, I'm stumped by how many rape cases are suddenly coming to light all at once.



It's so despicable, so heinous. How did so many men get so perverse? So brutal? Right from teenagers to celebrities, there seem to be rapists of every age-group, every caste, every class. I've never felt more saddened for my gender. It's the 21st century, yet women continue to have to live in fear, to have to suffer silently, to simply 'ENDURE' as Khaled Hosseini says in A Thousand Splendid Suns.