A lot like that…

I have always liked to brag about the fact that I like to watch movies! A lot of them, but not all of them. I also think of myself as superior to others who just prefer to watch mainstream cinema. And I will literally bow down to those who watch more movies like me and more than me. I know they are a lot of them.

My logic is simple. I watch movies with lot of involvement. And after this much involvement, which I don’t make in any other things, dead or alive, I expect to get something in return. And especially when we don’t have to do any hard work to get the returns, we expect even more 😉

When I was young, I would watch any movie I could grab my hands on. Yeah, because I had access to very few movies. And then, I never really thought through the story-line or the plot or the acting. I would just be happy with a happy ending or getting to watch beautiful looking people for 2 – 3 hours.

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The Starks


Rickon had refused to come down. He was up in his chamber, red-eyed and defiant. “No!” he’d screamed when Bran has asked if he didn’t want to say farewell to Robb. “No farewell”

“I told him,” Bran said. “He says, no one ever comes back.”

Robb Stark is 15 years old, who has called all his bannermen, the armies of the lords from the North, and is marching a war against the king in the south because they have imprisoned his father. His brother Bran is just 7 and is now going to be the lord of Winterfell, their kingdom, in absence of his father and older brother. Their younger brother, Rickon, is 3 and in complete state of denial. All of them, his brothers, sisters, mother and father, have gone to different places. And they are not coming back.

While I was watching Game of Thrones TV series, I had completely neglected all the other Starks but Ned and Jon. Ned because of his honor, and Jon, because he is a bastard, the poor fellow without love of parents. But as I finished reading the first book, I could read through every ones mind and I realized, that all the Starks had their piece of plight. And the fact that they are so young makes my heart ache for them even more.

Because their father is in captive under false allegation, Robb has no other option but to announce a war against the ruling king. Till yesterday, he was practicing with a wooden sword and today, he has to lead an army of 18,000 soldiers. Leading them means making every one of them believe that he is no more a kid of 15, but a lord, all grown up and responsible, capable of taking right decisions, and being just to every life that will be lost in the battle.

I wish father was here.

Bran couldn’t agree more with Robb. Robb was scared and yet he had donned the face of a brave man.

I don’t want to go. But I have to go.” He would say.

Bran didn’t know how he was going to be the lord of Winterfell, when he couldn’t even walk on his own. He could hear people murmur about him being a crippled lordling. With all his dreams of three-eyed raven that no one could comprehend, he must be wondering what is happening with their lives. “You cannot walk, but you can fly!” The raven would tell him in his dream. But how? Nobody knew.

Bran also had to take care of little Rickon. Since the day Bran had fallen from tower, he was in coma. And their lady mother was in a trauma. She sat beside him day and night, praying to Gods, to keep him alive. Their father had gone to kings land with thier sisters to protect the then king, who was dead now. Rickon would just wander on his own, not knowing what to do. He would follow Robb wherever he would go. Even Robb didn’t know how to console him. When their mother was out of the shock, she too had to go to king’s land to meet their father. She hasn’t come back either. And now Robb is going too.

No one ever comes back!” He knew it well.

But they didn’t want to. They had to.



Aux Champs-Mumbai!

When I used to learn French, I also used to listen to a few French songs, generally the ones recommended by our teacher, Manalee.

One of the songs that I liked was – ‘Aux Champs-Elysees

It talks about the famous Champs-Elysées avenue in Paris. Its music is too pleasing to our ears, simple but sweet. But the real sweetness lies in the lyrics.

It says,

In the sun, in the rain,
At noon or midnight
There’s everything you want in the Champs-Elysees.


I cannot help but think of Mumbai, the city of dreams. And I got a chance to live there, experience it’s uniqueness and believe, that there’s everything I want here!

It’s true indeed!

While discovering about myself, I would like to know what is it that reminds you of your city?

Happy New Year!

I really have nothing much to say but, Happy New Year! May the coming year bring lot of joy and happiness to all your lives!

I have no regrets for 2016. Oh, well, I have some but I have grown up to accept the bad things as part of our life just as we accept the good things. And there’s always some thing worse that could have happened. So instead of feeling sad about the bad things that happened, I have learnt to feel good about the worse that never happened! Too optimistic to be true, is it?

Whatever. 😛

My 2016, after moving to Amsterdam, had been rocking. Like, I have shed my dead skin and there is lot of positive energy in me, at least right now, when I am writing this post and I am eagerly looking forward to 2017.

I have lot many ideas to strike off couple of things from my ‘List‘. And yes, I-am-gonna-do-that!

What do you think about 2016 & 2017? Are you excited about the new start? I would love to hear!!

Happy New Year!

Have blast!