Reflections

No, it does not. Danny Boyle’s movie “The Beach” starring Leonardo Di Caprio (from which the caption has been taken) makes for a nice late night watch. Now this piece of writing is not exactly a movie review. I am not giving you the background or the storyline of the movie. I am just going to share a string of thoughts that was set to motion by the caption of this article. These thoughts (like most of the others) are not necessarily related to the title, but revolve somewhere close to it. You never fall helplessly in love with someone. Never. Love is a choice. A conscious, thought out choice that you make weighing out the pros and cons of making the choice. Even Love at First Sight is a choice, however impulsive it may be! You choose to love a person. You choose to overlook the differences that they have (or in some cases, choose to change them) You choose to share your life with them. You make this choice of loving them and during the course of your life, try to figure out if you m

All hail to the Supreme Court’s ruling allowing disclosure of evaluated answer sheets of any public or professional examination to students under the purview of the RTI Act! Now this I say, is some real good work! A Bench of Justice AK Patnaik and RV Raveendran upheld the order of Calcutta High Court regarding disclosure of answer sheets to the students stating that answer sheets come under the purview of “information” as defined in the RTI Act! Talking from personal experience of a nerd who perhaps slogged her hours mugging for the CBSE Board Examinations and yet landing up with marks below expectations, a step such as this would be just enough to satiate my curiosity regarding “where I went wrong” or perhaps “where they (examiners) went wrong”! Additionally, if I was planning to give my answer sheets for re evaluation, I would be more sure about the need for a re evaluation after knowing what really went wrong with my answers. It is understandable why the major examination bodies

It is not the same feeling tonight. No, it is not the same happiness that I feel in my solitude shared with that girl who comes on her terrace for a walk every night. Tonight there is a feeling of eager anticipation; of her arrival. She should be here any moment, and then it would be the same. The same joy that comes from knowing you have a confident who shares the same secret as you. That is how it is every night. She walks up to her terrace – her stage lit by the silver beams. She is always performing. Sometimes she dances to the mellow tunes of the few songs that she loves to hear. Her movements are not those of a trained dancer. No, she is not a dancer. She just moves to the music, celebrating each tune, each word of the lyrics. There is no lamentation, only celebration in her movements. Sometimes, she just walks to and fro the length of the terrace, deep in thoughts. Those thoughts they reach me in clear words, as if they are directed only towards me. Those juvenile plans of sav