My Daemon
Friday, April 27, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Namesake
This past weekend my brothers and i went to watch namesake. Sunday evening, it was a beautiful day in New York, the sun was shining and i finally was wearing only one layer of clothes. I had read the book, and knowing Mira Nair's movies I was not expecting any kind of surprises. The movie was great, money well spent i would say. Jhumpa Lahiri manages to capture her audience with the most mundane day to day things.
The movie began, somehow watching a movie about indians connects you to india, specially when u are living abroad. That is exactly what it did for me. Though it was about bengalis and calcutta (a place I have never visited), i still felt a connection to the story and the characters.
The movie had some really funny moments, about Indians in the US, and as the movie unrolled it captivated my attention completely. So it was a good movie, but why do I find the need to write about it....??? it brought back some memories....some images in my head that haunt me from time to time. Images of my father, when he had a stroke.
For all of u who know me well u know that my father passed away in 2004, very suddenly. He was a man full of life, and lived like each day was his first and last. And by that i mean he lived it to his fullest. Watching Mira Nair depict the daeth of the main charcters father just brought back the whole flood of memories. So i am writing this in rememberance of my father, Mr Ranbir singh Sachdeva.
Like I said before he was a man who really loved life, he was joyful, humourous and above all a very intelligent man. Like everyone struggles in life, so did he, but he made his mark and let a lasting impression on many people. When I was in school, I remember some of my friends being scared of him, with his large frame, his turban and the killer look in his eyes. I was his princess (surprise, surprise). But in truth he was really a gentle man. From all the stories i have heard, he was a great boss and not only did he strive to achieve his own success but also pushed and encouraged his juniors and collegues to do the same. At home, he was a friend, i could open my heart to him about anything and everything. Most of our conversations were on a friendship basis and he always encouraged us to be our own person.
I remember when I started smoking and he found out, he called me into the room and asked me for a cigerette, when i said i did not have any, he offered me one from his packet. He said " i know that you smoke, and if you do, you should have the guts to smoke in front of me, or then not smoke at all". After which, he told me all the reasons why i should not smoke at all.
He passed away suddenly, but he was doing what he liked doing best, enjoying life. I miss him very much, i miss our conversations, our roti with chinese, and above all his belief in all of us. Like anyone who has lost a dear one, i too ask WHY?? don't think I will be getting the answer any time soon, and honestly, knowing is not going to make the pain any less. I know he is always with us in spirit, and I see alot of him in both my brothers, and it is through them that he lives on in my life.
I am his namesake by the sheer fact that I have the same last name, and hopefully i have attained some of his qualities, and his zest for life.
For You PopSingh.....
This past weekend my brothers and i went to watch namesake. Sunday evening, it was a beautiful day in New York, the sun was shining and i finally was wearing only one layer of clothes. I had read the book, and knowing Mira Nair's movies I was not expecting any kind of surprises. The movie was great, money well spent i would say. Jhumpa Lahiri manages to capture her audience with the most mundane day to day things.
The movie began, somehow watching a movie about indians connects you to india, specially when u are living abroad. That is exactly what it did for me. Though it was about bengalis and calcutta (a place I have never visited), i still felt a connection to the story and the characters.
The movie had some really funny moments, about Indians in the US, and as the movie unrolled it captivated my attention completely. So it was a good movie, but why do I find the need to write about it....??? it brought back some memories....some images in my head that haunt me from time to time. Images of my father, when he had a stroke.
For all of u who know me well u know that my father passed away in 2004, very suddenly. He was a man full of life, and lived like each day was his first and last. And by that i mean he lived it to his fullest. Watching Mira Nair depict the daeth of the main charcters father just brought back the whole flood of memories. So i am writing this in rememberance of my father, Mr Ranbir singh Sachdeva.
Like I said before he was a man who really loved life, he was joyful, humourous and above all a very intelligent man. Like everyone struggles in life, so did he, but he made his mark and let a lasting impression on many people. When I was in school, I remember some of my friends being scared of him, with his large frame, his turban and the killer look in his eyes. I was his princess (surprise, surprise). But in truth he was really a gentle man. From all the stories i have heard, he was a great boss and not only did he strive to achieve his own success but also pushed and encouraged his juniors and collegues to do the same. At home, he was a friend, i could open my heart to him about anything and everything. Most of our conversations were on a friendship basis and he always encouraged us to be our own person.
I remember when I started smoking and he found out, he called me into the room and asked me for a cigerette, when i said i did not have any, he offered me one from his packet. He said " i know that you smoke, and if you do, you should have the guts to smoke in front of me, or then not smoke at all". After which, he told me all the reasons why i should not smoke at all.
He passed away suddenly, but he was doing what he liked doing best, enjoying life. I miss him very much, i miss our conversations, our roti with chinese, and above all his belief in all of us. Like anyone who has lost a dear one, i too ask WHY?? don't think I will be getting the answer any time soon, and honestly, knowing is not going to make the pain any less. I know he is always with us in spirit, and I see alot of him in both my brothers, and it is through them that he lives on in my life.
I am his namesake by the sheer fact that I have the same last name, and hopefully i have attained some of his qualities, and his zest for life.
For You PopSingh.....
Saturday, April 07, 2007
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