HIMYM finale got mixed reviews, and with mixed I mean 95% haters, 3% who couldn’t decide whether they liked it or not and remaining 2% who believe in being practical and shit.
Why I couldn’t come to terms with finale is because of the feeling that Yellow umbrella lost it to that stupid blue french horn, love can happen more than once (yeah! I hate that too..it should be for once and forever no?) and mother of the series was Robin (though Tracy was mother of kids).
Though I haven’t been emotionally attached to the show, but still at the end I felt like ‘I want THE MOTHER back’.
PS: HIMYM complete series to include alternate ending (Thanks to haters!)
Election 2014 which appeared to be a Narendra Modi versus Rahul Gandhi fight gradually shifted to a battle between Modi and ‘Others’. Though BJP’s prime ministerial aspirant has been at the centre of poll debate.
This time general election is seen as most important in decade as BJP have a great chance of making it to the centre due to failure of incumbent congress government. But with emergence of ‘Third’ or ‘Federal’ front and wild card entry by Aam Aadmi Party(AAP), this advantage might grossly dilute down.
In the last week of February a motley crew of 11 political parties announced the formation of Third Front to contest seats in India’s upcoming elections. But it is showing signs of coming apart as later AIADMK refused alliance and BJD’s Naveen Patnaik and AGP’s Prafulla Mahanta did not attend the Third Front’s last meeting.
The Third Front is a bittersweet prospect. It is united by twin goal of combatting corruption and strengthening secularism. But beyond being an oppositional force, there is little that holds third front together. They are unstable, have leadership crisis and lacks coherent ideology. But the assumption that large regional parties will still play a crucial king-making role in upcoming elections cannot be denied.
She tries to pull the strings of her life, when she clearly knows that all she want is to let go. Every now then she wonders what is it that makes letting go so hard. There was something that she wants to break. Something she wants to cross.
What is it? People? She never give a shit about people.
Line of judgement? But she never cared about being judged.
Fear of unknown? That has always been a turn on for her.
Reputation? She don’t have any.
Fear of not matching her own expectations? Maybe.
She pulled strings harder to keep an eye on her expectation. on her ultimate journey to attain nirvana. Little did she knew that harder they were pulled closer, farther her happiness slipped away.
Field of unknown. Depth of ocean. Heights of mountains. Untouched nerves of her body. Unmoved nerves of heart. Fag in darkness. Wild. Everything outside comfort zone. Moments that take her breath away. Deep breathes. THAT ultimate freedom.
Everything that she ever desired so deep were eagerly waiting for her embrace, at a distance.
All she have to do is to break the string and let go.
My recent obsession with Bengali language and short films. And result is this very innocent short film I come across.
Ending is just superb.
PS: When I was kid I wanted to own the moon. And I haven’t grown up yet.
Thanks to my recent addiction with Short films and documentaries (expect some more!), found this awesome short film starring one of finest actor Nawazuddin Siddiqui.
Short movie with big message and a hard-hitting song in the end.
An awesome documentary I came across. Simple and brilliant.
Delve into India 45 years ago and watch 20 midnight’s children sharing their hopes, desires, ambitions and fears.