55 Fiction #1

"She loves his lips, their outline, their feel. Perhaps, everything about them. She slowly touches them with her's, nibbling her way through them. She loves his eyes when she kisses him, they seem aroused, ready to be taken. Wholly.
She felt her hands outlining his lean yet taut frame, all the way down. His eyes were waiting, aroused to an indefinite extent. She was picked and taken, where she was felt, entirely. It was her turn, to be touched, all the way, his, to be taken ..."

She smiled, completely taken in by her thoughts. Waiting to feel, what she just felt, a bit more candidly.

le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain- movie review

Yes, I finally saw one of the most famous French movie ever made. My, taking French lessons didn't help much, because I'm still in the first level, so I needed the subtitles to help me a bit. But, what the hell, I saw it.

So, well its about this girl called Amélie poulain who had a secluded childhood, because her mother died when she was really young, and her father kept her far, except during her monthly check-up. That was the only time in the month when her father touched her, so the kid {who's super cute} gets so excited that her heart beats intensify leading her father to believe that she has some mysterious heart disease, that he is unaware of. So she gets home-schooled.

Isn't the girl cute?

The soonest she grows up, she leaves her home to work as a waitress in Montmarte, and lives in a small apartment by herself. On the day, of Princess Diana's death, She accidentally drops the cap of a bottle, which in turn hits a tile, which in turn exposes a hole, where she finds a box which belonged to a kid of the previous occupant [who's obviously a grown up man right now]. So she returns the box to him in a very cute manner, without letting herself know to him. The man, on finding a part of his lost memory decides to re-unite with his estranged family and this development makes Amélie so happy that she self-employs herself as a matchmaker/goodwill ambassador to all those people in need of it around her. OH! there's also this guy in the movie who's real name is Mathieu Kassovitz, and she plays this cat and mouse game with him, since she falls for him pretty bad, but also cause she's so socially shy, she can't approach him herself. So, that's what the movie's about.


Also, the cutest extract has to be, when she convinces her father to take a vacation by stealing his favourite toy, which is a small dwarf, and sends him postcards from the toy [sic] from various cities around the world. It's something like I've never seen before.

Audrey Tautou

The actress who plays Amélie is Audrey Tautou , who has a funny expression on her face with her eyes popping out, almost cartoon like, in most part of the film. But she's kind of endearing in some parts, and the way her character thinks and acts like is very weird, yet cute.
Since she's shown to be very shy with strangers given her isolated childhood, we're not supposed to understand as to why she does certain things the way she does it. But she's pretty honest to the character, and not once does she flicker away from it.
The movie has a very post card feel to it. The way it's shot, and the colours and the cinematography almost makes you feel like you're watching the locales of France in a post card slideshow. But at times, it gets a little too stretched.


So, I guess, I'l give it a 2.5 star rating. Give it a watch on a lazy afternoon, it might just makes you feel nice.


UPDATE:So, when Karman pointed out about the background score which totally skipped my mind while writing the post, I need to point out that the background score of the movie by Yann Tiersen totally takes the pie. Its so awesome and poetic like that you want to just close your eyes and hear the movie out.
So, the final rating of the movie will have to be 3.5, with some credit to the music.


Final rating: 3.5/5
[Also worth it cause of the amazing music and background score]

Best to make a bucket list.

I just made a bucket list in the other blog. Yep, so soon in life. Give it a glance here.  How about a Bucket list?

P.S. You might want to know why I'm telling you this, because I have very few followers there. Yep.

When it rains awards!

Okay, that was a mini hyperbole. But then when you get two awards in a row, one for each of your blogs, it feels awesome. And when you get it from a really talented blogger who puts us wannabe-doodlers to shame with her doodles, and who has a knack for photography, and everything that's creative, it feels awesome-er. So well, a really versatile blogger Kanika  has *bestowed upon me* a similar award. Versatile, me, now. Yay! Thank you so much. 

The conditions

1. Thank the person who loved you enough to bestow this gift. : Done.

2. Share seven things about yourself. [read: anything random that I can think of this moment]

I can talk, and talk and talk, till I drop, yep. But with people who are extremely close to me.

I like fidgeting with my pen all the time, I write on the desks, in notebooks, on people. 

I come across as a very happy-go-lucky person, without a care in the world, but actually, I'm very pensive.

I share a unique bond with words, penning them down, makes me feel much stronger.

I love walking in the rain, it literally wipes away the thoughts and makes me very romantic, something that I'm generally not.

I always thought that I have a quirky sense of humour, but of late, I'm being called funny. ^_^

Though there are really awesome places in the world that I would love to visit, I really want to make a trip to Kabul. Its a thought that has been lingering in the back of my head since I saw this amazing documentary.

3. Bestow this honor onto 10 newly discovered or followed bloggers– in no particular order– who are fantastic in some way.

 This is very tough, but there are some blogs which offer a very refreshing read when I open my blog.

A place for my head

Sempiternal Scribbles

The Many Colours Of Happiness

Sensitive Chaos

Sour Canvas

Talking Chappatis

The mirɹoɹ House 


 ...how Far Is Heaven?♥

 Defining Amy 

*Splatters Of Ink*

I will let them know about it, the soonest. ♥

Make it worth it.

A path half trodden,
sitting in nowhere,
wondering...
was it worth it?
The risks she took,
the connections, that well, withered.
Was it worth it?
Maybe no.
Made her secluded,
seldom she spoke.
The friends?
Well, how much would they care?
Friendship is but, an over-rated emotion.
Hanging onto every word he spoke,
but well, his words
didn't reach her heart, not anymore.
They lay hanging in the air,
like the dull bulbs in the night,
which flicker for long, and then die.
Did she love him?
Oh, yes, she did.
Still?
Yes, very much.
Will she, forever?
Of course, without the slightest doubt.
But well, there were no words to say,
nothing sweet.
In loneliness, she hung on.
Was it worth it?
Maybe yes,
for the unspoken love that came her way.
She was naive, failed to read,
the silent promises of commitment he portrayed.
As i write this, i silently hope,
that the unspoken promises come sauntering by,
That she feels the love, again,
that was felt, from him alone.

100 followers, eh?

Feels awesome. Finally, the 100 is mine, and I hope it remains.
For all the followers who are there, and who made the 100 possible, thank you.
Oh, by the way, I just wrote this. What do you think?

Life goes on,
or no, it crumbles, like bricks.
Yet we live,
failing to end it all.
Ay, that brave, we're not. 
So why not make the bricks,
a bit more colourful?

Don't judge me. Pleeej!

I'm sitting here, in front of the computer, with 1000 (yep.) random thoughts in my head, all struggling to find space with each other. That's maybe because I have nothing better to do than to think but you don't really have to feel that way.
There's a part of me which thinks I've become quite a snoopy bitch. True story. I don't know, when I see someone not good in something getting more than they deserve, I go friggin' nuts. But then, you might ask, that who-the-hell do I think I am that I should be judging people, and concluding about how good or bad they are? But then I do. And you can't help it.
Does that make me a snob? Probably. No.
Let me explain.
I believe, that in everybody's brains, even the ones' with hollow ones, there is a small center, which makes opinions. It's almost like, this center makes opinions about everything. About how awesome or crappy the food is. About how much you're friend's breath stinks. About how cold/hot/warm/bearable the water is when you fill your buckets for the shower. Yep. It is like that. Loads of 'em, opinions. Well, my center makes opinions at a frequency of 1 opinion/ second. Yes, trust me. And I tend to decide, in my brain-center, that this soandso person sucks or is awesome. Just-like-that.
And if this soandso person, who sucks, tends to get things that he/she doesn't deserve, I go mad. But then again, if a person better than me is getting things that he/she deserves, I don't complain, coz they're good.
It works that way, the effing-brain-centre. Getit?
Gotit.
Then, there's this part of me that thinks I might be dying. Trust me, I know. I'm getting the signs. Not everybody has such a sad and pathetic life. Its just me, and a few other geniuses, who are well, already dead.
I've been pouting in extreme sadness, since morning, and my mum wants me to stop it, and says, that I irritate her so much. [the Signs :( ]


P.S. Isn't this a sad post? If i have new readers who'd read this post, and their effing-brain-center will make an opinion that this blog is lame. Only that it is not. Isn't that sad?


P.P.S My other blog won an award for me being a stylish blogger, isn't that nice? Now, smile, yo!

Memories

They fight, the memories,

struggle for space.

Crawl, overpower, ambush each other.

Some, crystal clear, some, a little blurred.

Some, I ache to retrieve.

Stubborn, the images are.

At times, they stay,

at times, they leave and fly out..

dodging the unanswered questions,

leaving me helpless, confused, mistaken.

Kala Ghoda.

The Kala Ghoda festival has kick-started from the 5th of February. A week of amazing exhibitions, great buys, awesome movies and plays, musical performances by the best. Yes, all of that.
Yippie!

The Ride

Eyes, that see nothing, but the absolute,

we rise, slowly first,

a little faster later,

An old man, and a tiny girl, hands held tight.

Rise in anticipation,

and fall from madness.