Slice of Life

As I was about to drift blissfully into a nap...the o haseena zulfowali number was being played & nap be damned..I grabbed the phone & watched the picturisation on U-tube....it jogged a lot of memories of my tryst with movies. My love for Hindi movies dates back to my early childhood..for me the whole process was enthralling to say the least..the entire build-up for the movie outing. The excitement used to start two days in advance..the chores..the homework..all  seemed worthwhile when movie watching was round the corner...As the day dawned..right from deciding what to wear from the humble wardrobe to oh God please please let us get the tickets.all that was a part of the entire package deal. Going personally & booking the tickets in advance was a luxury as there were no volunteers to do the job...we used to reach the theatre in anticipation, eyeing dismally at the serpentine queus, keeping fingers crossed that the ticket window does not rudely shut with a housefull boa

Hospitals are strange bedfellows.. Here you have all the time in the world to sit back, ponder, introspect your life..to decide wether you want to count your blessings or bemoan the inadequacies.. The perfect time to realise how uncertain life really is & how much we tend to waste it by our very own actions & reactions.. The perfect time to realise that there are always people more unfortunate or in need than us.. Most importantly time stands still.. to have endless conversations with family, huddled close together over a cup of coffee..hearts pounding when summoned to the ICU..the relief when it was just routine...a gamut of feelings & emotions..like waves lashing at the back of the mind..the power of strength, resilience, agony & ecstacy..the entire package which resonates within you..before you go back to the routine to drown in the fast pace of chores & deadlines. Tomorrow is truly another day. Scarlet o' hara's epic words ringing in my ears.