the dishes are done

just an update...it did work...the dishes are done...though not all roomies did it...but one other roomie did...and then the others simply started doing there bit again...simple as that

Om Shanti Om

Well this isn't about just OSO, bringing in life in metro also. Saw both of them this week, loved both of them, albeit for different reasons.

OSO I liked, for it was very filmy, SRK at his what he does best, melodrama. The story was ok nothing captivating in that. What was captivating were the sets and what the stars did in them. Of simple aspirations to be able to reach out and touch your star once.

Over the years I believe SRK has become just that SRK, I am not so sure how happy Sharukh would have been in his own self but by now I doubt there is much of his own self left, it has transformed into SRK the person has become the role. As I recollect him sayin in an interview or so to say rendezvous with Simi Grewal, 'I don't feel comfortable being myself'...I wonder why that strikes a personal note...

Metro was another beautiful movie...what priority do we give to love in our lives...careers, pressures, society, rituals, where does love fit into all this??? Love as I see it is not an animal that can survive all by itself, it may, it may not. It is like a pet animal which needs to be tended to, a flame that must be fed the oil to keep it alive. A person you've been living with for n number of years, there' nothing really new you'll find out about them in the 3rd or the nth year. So that initial euphoria of being love dies out ( and some study quotes this period as about 22 months) so what after that. Do we stop loving surprises, do we stop wanting to be special, do we stop wanting to be a part of something secret, something exciting. So while one have moved past the stage of teenage ebullience into the world of deep understanding and caring...it shouldn't hurt a 40 year old singing 'billo rani...tu kahe toh jaan de doon'

it's not enough to do just your bit

The dirty dishes have been sitting in our sink for a couple of weeks now. The maid having left us bereft of her services. The question is how did these dishes pile up, since we all claim to wash the dishes we use. I would argue that they got into a mud fight and then happily clambered into the sink to be cleaned up, but unfortunately this ain't a chilren's animation.

It boils down to the fact that when somebody else forgot to do their dishes or couldn't because of paucity of time we let those dishes be, not only that since the other wasn't doing his work you felt cheated doing your own bit and so one by one the sink became a stink hole.

Which leads me to the next part. Who is a chamaar??? One who cleans other's excretment or one who finds no issues living in excretment. The former i believe not as bad as the latter. For there are people who have to dig the oil and clean the sewers, lay the roads but we all have the option of cleaning up our surroudings before we sleep, the ones who don't they I would label as chamaars.

Infact this is one thing that scares me off from visiting other people's homes for stays, you never know what you're going to find in their toilets.

And with that I bring you back to what I was talking about, the sink is now half clean, did up some dishes, more than my fair share and am hoping that it's going to be noticed by the other three and their brighter side would pull them to do some. It's not enough to do just your part...