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Maybe we should go back in time to the one hour news show on door-darshan. Atleast national news will remain national news that way.
With this melodious song ends the movie Mumbai Meri Jaan...an attempt to potray the undying spirit of Mumbai after the July 7 serial blasts. A strong star cast and some good camera work tell a series of parallel tales of people who were, in some ways, a part of the blasts. Building a strong emotional base, the movie fails to carry forward or even hold on to the emotions. What the movie does, though, is give away a few tiny messages against corruption, over exploitation of emotions by the media, false alarms and of-course communal distrust. In doing so, the movie looks like nothing more than another documentary on the blasts with a very large scope for betterment. That's for the larger audience; for someone like me the movie is much more than a documentary, a deja-vu of sorts. It reminds me of all the chaos, the pain, suffering and fear, and above all the feeling of hatred and helplessness that the blasts had inflicted...things that last much longer than the physical injury.
And of course..thats me after the blasts..
Saw this movie called “In her shoes” yesterday. The movie is about the life of two sisters, both single and living by themselves. While one is successful but not beautiful enough to find herself a boyfriend, the other is beautiful enough to drag any guy to bed but not successful enough to afford herself a living. The movie narrated the life of these two sisters as they traverse through their good and bad times. Not exactly one of my favorite movies, but a definite entertainer on a lazy Sunday morning.
Anyways, the reason I write about this movie is that towards the end of the movie, there is a recital of a beautiful poem by E. E. Cummins called “I carry your heart with me”. Not often does one come across such a lovely expression of feelings using some simple words. So I thought maybe I should reproduce it here. This is how it goes:
I carry your heart with me; I carry it in my heart
I am never without it; anywhere I go you go, my dear
And whatever is done by only me; is your doing, my darling
I fear no fate; for you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world; for beautiful you are my world, my true
And you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart; I carry it in my heart
-E. E. Cummings
The India story has been shining for the past few years, with the service industry driving the growth wagon. Its a wonderful journey the country has traversed - from being a primarily agriculture driven economy to one being driven by services. While internationally we may be one of the global service
The public utilities, for example, are the most needy when it comes to realising the importance of
So there begins another round of phone calls and visits to the offices trying to understand the nature of the charges and the services provided - when actually the line was lying dead. What was even more amusing was that while the metering department is at one station, the billing is at another station. So first u get clarifications from one office, then travel to another exchange and give them clarifications as well as request them for a fresh bill along with the rectifications. Again this doesn't happen as simply as it sounds; you have to traverse through various desks and floors before you are finally asked to pay the bill as it is and told that the amount will be adjusted against the succeeding bills.
While I was juggling through these exchanges and desks, a friend of mine was trying to book seats for his family to Pune in one of the Volvo bus services. Being a long weekend, there was a huge rush for such bookings and thus the bus seats were selling a 75-100% premium on the regular prices. After some bargaining and pleading, he finally managed to get the tickets, only to realise on the day of the travel that the bus is already full and his tickets are no good. The travel agent had sold the same tickets twice at different rates and the one who bargained lost his seats. And of course, nobody in the entire booking value chain owns up the mistake - everyone blames the other of having goofed up. So then, after a heated argument, all that the friend is offered is a honest refund of the amount he had paid in advance to book his seats. There go his weekend plans for a toss.
Maybe these small businesses are the next in queue to be enlightened about the term customer
Wishful thinking.............maybe.....maybe not.....