The previous two articles under the My Series on LIFE can be found <here>
Preamble – I was asking two simple questions, Why Am I Here? | What is my purpose in life?
I was but a twinkle in my mother’s eye, a twinkle which now became a reality. The process of birth had began, however, it would take some nine months, 3/4 of a year, for me to emerge. If there was a reason, a force, which enabled this women to be on the cusp of motherhood, then something of equal proportion would need to keep me safe throughout this journey.
I once heard someone describing a woman’s body to that of a ball of fire, and how a child growing inside her womb remains protected, safely tucked away, and that the child is emersed in the total thought of God, for this is the reason a child cries on entering the world because of that bond that is broken. (Appreciate there is a scientific view on this and that not all children cry at the time of birth).
Consider this, I, like yourself, have been exceptionally fortunate to make it through those nine months, to arrive at the doorstep of World, to those so many who never made it, drawing their last breath within the womb. My arrival would start a new leg of the journey, however my path is still unclear – but…..I guess I was meant to be here
Next post, titled “My Being Here” coming soon.
I’m taking a BreaK
I’ve 48.5mins thinking time each evening,
I am writing, checking, commenting again,
Beginning of June 2012
It’s like I’ve been awake all night [pause]
I’ve been brushing my teeth for over 5mins [pause]
I didn’t finish my breakfast [pause]
Someone is talking to me, but I can’t hear them [pause]
I haven’t got the energy to do my laces [pause]
I try and smile to the parents, my mouth hardly moves [pause]
There’s 2mins to go, I am feeling worse [pause]
I take my position, there’s screaming, I can’t hear anything [pause]
Someone’s blown a whistle [pause]
The kid is lying next to me on the floor [pause]
There are cheers [pause]
I feel much better now, a full-blooded tackle [pause]
I start to breath for the first time today [pause]
Me | Age 12 | Cup Final Day
Over the weekend, one of my under 9’s football [soccer] players turned up for a game, there was fear in him before he even stepped onto the pitch. He just never made that tackle, he couldn’t get rid of those butterflies the whole time.
I felt sorry for him. It brought back a memory.
Learn to roar, learn to conquer! Never be afraid of anything on this earth! Play the game, not the occasion!
“An item number or an item song in Indian cinema, is a musical performance that has little to do with the film in which it appears, but is presented to showcase beautiful dancing women in very revealing clothes, to lend support to the marketability of the film” Wikipedia definition
For those reading this post, who have little or no knowledge of Indian Cinema (now referred to as Bollywood), you will be pleased to know that by the end you will have learnt something new, the growing trend of “Item Songs”. This is not a history lesson in Indian Cinema, but merely my observation and the bravery (or stupidity) of directors to gradually push the boundaries.
As a young lad, I recall sitting with my parents watching Bollywood movies (nothing wrong with that) and left wondering why a certain women would do a song sequence and then never appear in the rest of the film. I recall that at that time, it was Helen who was the most popular women to appear in these so-called Item numbers. Now Helen never looked like your typical Indian filmi chick, why, because firstly she was not full-blooded Indian and secondly she had apparent brown hair that was very continental looking. The images below may support my observation.
I have to admit that watching Helen back then was just what a growing boy like me appreciated, something to catch the eye, get the chemicals flowing (steady on potato). However, Helen was very elegant and graceful in her performance, she kept her dignity. Also, she suited performing the “item number” sequence, it was just so her. To those new, here’s a glimpse, to those experienced like me, here’s a quick trip down memory lane:
Recently the flood gates have opened in terms of “item songs” and what’s more interesting is how raunchy they have become and how they are being performed by reputable actresses within the industry.
Back in 1993 when I was in India, I recall there was a widespread ban on the song Choli Ke Peeche Kya Hai from the film Khalnayak. The ban was the result of female college students up and down the country complaining about their male counterparts singing the song to them in a very provocative manner. I saw the movie when I came back and had to admit it was so gracefully pulled off by the fantastic Madhuri Dixit. It was however, the start of things to come.
When I went to India just this February, the most popular song on the dance floor was “Chikni Chameli”, from the movie Agneepath. Now I hadn’t seen the video to this song but instantly fell in love with the song [singing it now]. When I saw the video, I was amazed, some of the dance moves and close up shots were a little naughty, see for yourself.
In today’s climate, I would say that the past consistency of Helen has now been replaced by the very popular Malaika Arora.
You can look past a nation which openly illustrates a passion pushing the boundaries in a legitimate way, for it’s all there above the surface and the inhabitants are very open about it all. However, there is something very sinister about a nation who does not tolerate the freedom to express one’s body and emotions in public, but fuelling those burning passions through their film industry.
So here’s to all those street traders, rickshaw drivers, 3-wheeler drivers, foot-path rouges, gunda-Don’s who line up the front seats of the cinema hall, whistle and dream to their hearts content at the Indian beauty strutting her stuff across the screen while being watched with hungry eyes.
Here are some picks from 2011 and 2012, you will see a common theme.