There are many valid reasons why I don’t get to write that often, however it’s not due to a lack motivation but due to other factors.
A friend and myself are launching a sports foundation this year for talented British Asians, helping them in many ways to realise and enhance their talents to the highest level possible, hence all my efforts are transferring across to there.
For this sole reason I am going to take break from blogging however promise to keep up to date with your blogs (sorry, again).
You can follow my journey at:
Disclaimer: A couple of things to confirm here….
1. It’s the first day of 2013, so a bit of fun as I have put together a sketch and mish-mashed the images from the web
2. The following sketch applies to both male and female
3. Images plucked from….mentioned at the bottom
Images courtesy of:
Old man – forums.digitalpoint.com
Indian Dad – http://www.theoriginof.com
Indian Mum – http://www.theoriginof.com
Girl – clipartcandy.com
Sikh Boy – sikhtoons.com
As I rustle my rusty mind to write a piece, fitting that we have arrived at the doorstep of the New Year.
Yes I wish you all the great things for the coming New Year, however more importantly I wish you the strength to continue to write and bring thought and courage to the likes of us.
Wishing you all a safe and sound 2013.
As I peered through the loosely shut blinds this morning, the sun light was beaming, with eyes half open, I peeked even more and suddenly felt the warm rays of the sun. A beautiful blue sky with patches of white cloud, a fantastic day looked to be in store. Then, it became Darker, Darker, Darker!
Over-powered, under prepared, almost timid, at fault, the sun fell away, maybe it underestimated that darkness, ego’s broken, Oh How the Mighty had Fallen.
The rain came down “Rain Rain Go Away Come Again Another Day” we sang, but this was not a day of listening, this was a day of ignorance!
A short demo from outside my house – 16:22
“…it’s a falling in love, and falling itself is a negative concept…..”
Joggers Park is a 2003 Indian cinema release and is the second time I have seen this movie. The movie tracks a married retired judge, Justice Chatterjee played by Victor Banerjee and his infatuation with a young women called Jenny, played by Perizaad Zorabian. It also draws a nice parallel with Chatterjee’s teenage grand-daughter, whose love life slowly progresses downwards while his moves upwards. While she thinks her life is ending because of her whirl-wind love life, its ironic that My Chatterjee feels his life has only just began.
A majority of the movie moves at a nice steady pace however Jenny is like a constant wind, happy yet troubled, fast, active, injecting colour and vigour to everyone she comes into contact. Jenny and Mr Chatterjee’s meeting occurs at Joggers Park, a place where people jog. You can be mistaken to think that Jenny herself leads Mr Chatterjee on, however later in the movie she does admit to her using him because of his position.
His feelings are very apparent however throughout the movie one is never sure how Jenny feels – is her love more out of respect because Mr Chatterjee is not like her previous boyfriends?
When the situation comes at a cross-roads, he has to make a decision, does he follow his heart or ignore his feelings and live by the very words and honour that he instructs others.
The movie has a lovely soundtrack which consistently plays in the background and is a fantastic tribute to the movie, the plot and more importantly the unfolding emotions, sung by the great Adnan Sami.