I had a habit of putting down my thoughts and the day's event in a diary. I still prefer doing that. Holding a pen between my fingers and putting things down on a paper in my own hand is something that I still cherish than staring at the screen of my PC and find words appearing, auto correcting itself... as my fingers keep plying over the key board in frantic motions. The paperless world has made life easier (so, everyone says...). Has it really? I wouldn't be writing this if it were so...
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost (American Poet, 1874-1963)
I think I first came across this poem when I was in 8th or 9th standard in school. I remember going back home and reading it again and again, trying to figure out the things written between the lines of this poem. I was a kid and yet this poem had a great impact on me in the way I started approaching things in life ever since then. I was no longer afraid to try out things in my own way. In fact, I was curious to experiment with my life and the need to achieve 'something different' if not great in my life started to grow in me. And so I dropped out of my Engineering Degree, three semesters through the course and pursued English Literature. My kiths and kins were aghast at my decision. What I was doing in their eyes was leaving a professional course that would have fetched me a good job and salary and taking to arts which did not promise me anything great, least secured. And here I'm, working as a Copy Writer with an Advertising Agency for one third of a salary that my other friends are earning now. Worst even, it's I who come from a weaker financial background than most of my other friends. But... Do I have any complaints? Absolutely not. Yet I'm bothered about the pittance of a salary that I draw at the end of each month and I keep looking at my pay-check for the numerals on it to change by some miracle. It never has (Obviously!). But it wouldn't be too long when I start earning my pocketful and I know that for a fact.
Did I make a wrong choice in my past? I don't think so. I was very conscious about my decision and I did anticipate my chosen path to wind and spiral just like in the poem - "Yet knowing how way leads on to way".
Many of you might be aware of my interest in dogs. While surfing the internet the day before, I happened to stumble up on an article talking about the Giant Dog Breeds. I got interested and searched the net for more information. The results were fascinating. Until now, I was under the impression that the St. Bernard was the biggest dog breed. But I was wrong. The St. indeed is a massive breed but there are tough competitors for the laid back one. No wonder he always has that 'sad' look on his face!
Just for information - The world's heaviest and largest dog in known history is claimed to be a Saint Bernard named Benedictine, which measured 9 ft in length and weighed 162 kg (357 lbs), although an 1895 New York Times report mentions a St. Bernard named Major F. who was longer. Benedictine surpassed Zorba, the largest English mastiff on record, in both length and weight. Zorba measured 8 feet, 3 inches long and weighed 343 lb. - Courtesy: Wikipedia
Thinking about things, because that's the only thing I get to do nowadays, did I get a little mixed up in my formative years?
For one, I didn't have my most loved and understanding father to guide me in my teens, and all my other relatives who tried to be in his place, claiming to direct me in the right direction were all jerks. I mean, I was led to think that my own mother, a widow in her young and prime age, was a woman with bad morals and I even tried to kill her a couple of times. They even convinced me that she was the reason why my father had a heart attack and died!
In my younger days (I mean, when I was in my teens), I was a person with many interests like drawing, singing, cricket, chess, stamp and coin collection, and even learning about flags! And even though I was never a voracious reader, I still loved books, library, and I even used to spend my vacation in my grandparents' house, cataloging the books in the little private library that my grandfather had.
Recently, one of my Facebook friends was wondering how it'd be to make an Indian epic movie of the 18-day Kurukshetra War of the 'Mahabharata', after watching the Academy Award winning movie 'Troy'.
Well, it's any movie maker's dream but it's nearly an impossible dream considering the fact that the Kurukshetra War cannot be separated from the epic itself and presented independently, and the 18-day event involves numerous plots and sub plots and a fleet of never ending characters that is almost impossible to be justified within the premise of a 2-hour, or say even a 3.5-hour long movie.
The best you can do is make a 3-hour long trilogy series like the 'Lord of the Rings', or perhaps a series of four or five movies like the 'Star Wars', but still there are challenges more than the money involved - time and availability of the artists.
For one thing, this cannot be made using artists from any one of the Indian film industry. Artists from a…