Interstellar in a nutshell(or a space shell)

Disclaimer: It isn't a review.

 Interstellar is a movie you should watch. Why you may ask?

Interstellar isn't the best movie ever. Hell it isn't even the best movie made by Nolan. Inception was ! It doesn't have the best dialogues(Dark Knight), best plot twist(Prestige) or the best background score(The Dark Knight Rises). This movie literally wastes many actors like Michael Cain and Matt Damon.  The story doesn't move forward at a consistent pace, doesn't provide the best dialogues and even doesn't provide a story inspirational enough to be termed as a Nolan flick. What it does provide is a film so grand that it dwarfs almost any other movie around, ever. The whole space voyage is shown so good that it looks so real. The special effects are beyond comparison. The 'ghost' plotline is one the best and Nolan merges the whole black hole theory into the grand scheme of things to perfection. The acting by nearly everyone is superb and the camera captures everything perfectly.

I strongly believe that some stories are not the greatest stories yet can be few of the most epic stories. By serving us this film, Nolan has given us one more epic story to cherish. Thats why you must go and see it now.

Aniruddha

Haider (SPOILERS)

     We were watching a movie in theatre after a long time. The movie was a certain adaptation of a certain play written by a certain Shakespeare. What followed certainly was awe inspiring. Haider is not a conventional movie you may see. The movie is filled with characters having a certain internal conflict against the backdrop of the Kashmir. No one can be classified as good or bad in this movie, there's a gray in everyone. The movie poetically shows that gray in them . While Shahid Kapoor and Tabu act with natural flair, all the credit goes to Vishal Bharadwaj for giving me a film I may cherish forever. His use of Kashmir wins it for me. He shows the beautiful side of Kashmir as well as its troubled one. His use of colours is mesmerizing. He uses the songs effectively. 

      The two halves show us the two faces of the characters. It shows how each one has that other face which we normally never show to the world. That is until something life-changing happens to us . A sensible poet's transformation into a mad militant proves it.

      I left the theatre with more questions than answers, something which had only happened to me once (Swades). Telling you what they were will only ruin the film for you , which you are going to watch as early as possible. You can thank me later.

Signing Out

Aniruddha

Dear All,

I have seen very good posts by Shibir group.

I will be joining the blog once again.


Anand Naik

Aradhya Naik

Dear All,

I am sharing some of the photos with the unique moments captured by Aradhya during my visit to few villages recently.

Crow - with Wow effect

 

                                                         Mandir Bell - Silence is every where

                                                          Village Cat - having a CAT Walk

                                                  I am taking REST .... It's Too Hot !!!

                                                         Ready to RACE ,,,,,,,,,,

                                                           An Perspective ........

                                                   An EYE !!!!!

                                                     BABA in SHG meeting .........

Heard BABA and also other ladies..... Good Information and work of Baba's Company.

 

 

Visited One such family in Village while Baba was at Work

 

 

A Friend in Village .....

 

 

This is how they get water and Tyer is shock absorber. Very Unique...

 

 

This is my house. I will soon make it Permanent...

 

 

We have just started our School Today.... Holiday Over ....( Sob Sob)

 

 

Socho !!!!

 

 

Please  Rain !!! we need you....Clouds

 

 

 

A fort structure at MAHUR.

 

 

 

 

On the other side

    Honestly I dont know how to start. But then I have to start,so I am starting. Every 12th grade has a europe trip,and this time it was our turn. We were a class of 14 accompanied by three teachers. Including our principal,Patrick sir. He is was our sole translator when it came to finding our way about Paris. Theres so much to tell about him.

here he is

               We reached Paris at 6 in the morning,our sleepiness was soon left behind,as we stared in disbelief around us. The whole class shared,the disbelief on being on the other side. Staying at a hotel in part of Paris called port de bagnolet,not so glamorous part,was quiet and gloomy,never the less,it had its images printed in our minds. Every morning we would go to the nearest metro station and catch a metro,get of at the juntion,catch another one... until we reached where we wanted to. Armed with the metro map,the excitement of figuring our own way out,while sir just observed and asked Us where to go,with his occasional help we would eventually find our way out. At the end of one day,this was so normal,we travelled like locals around.

a street in port de bagnolet

              The importance Paris gives to dressing is absurdly surprising. Everyone looks better dresses than the other,as if they are dressed for something. But in a way it does keep you neat. Hell lot of shops selling all kinds of stuff,that is supposed to be fashionable, lined streets near heritage sites. everyone had their own styles of dressing,some overdressed but no one under dressed.

Galleria Lafayette street

       Walking is the best thing to do in Paris,or at least i think so. The vintage feel never leaves you. Every street has a story to tell, an impression it casts over you,makes you experience much more. So we did lot of walking around through the streets.
        Another thing that strikes about Paris is the amount of activity. You could see people rushing about,the traffic alright,but there are lot of street shows. Musicians playing, dancers, stuntmen showing their moves, and comedians making laugh. The whole atmosphere is lively and with all the people enjoying around you,u cant help but smile. Even occasionally in metro stations you could hear a distant moan of a cello,the city wont let you down.

Monamarte

       Given we had to mostly eat different kinds of breads and cheeses i never saw or tasted. It did not any time at all to get used to it,and the cheese helped in keeping warm. For like the first 3 days the weather was gloomy,when it rained the tempreture dropped,so whenever the sun shone,basking would be the best thing to do.                                      

 On i guess the third day,Sir took us to a jazz club. A band was playing,everyone were already engrossed in dancing. It was the first time I ever went into a jazz club,and our whole class danced including the teachers.
    The day we saw eiffel tower the most obvious thing to see in paris,it was as if all that desire to see it had been let out. Once you reach the platform,you could see it loom in front of you. It gets bigger and makes you feel really small.

guess what??

Monamarte,artists painting

la chapelle

la chapelle

at night

street pianist

      After 6 days of paris we left for freiberg. Changed our trains ar basel,and the excitment of our unknown hosts had made everyone squeaky, hormonal and jittery. So after 45 mins of waiting impatiently at we got our hosts. I was sharing the space with my classmate,it was two to every host. I liked freiberg the most,because of the easy going people and forest that surrounded the town. Apart from visitng their school,and sitting for their classes(as it was a kind of student exchange),i used to cycle,though the forest and the city.It did give me a nice view of the city. Our host was a circus teacher from the school. Her name,Isabelle,she had two daughters isya and natalie who were in class 2 and 4. I got the experice of playing the double bass there. They all played more than one instrument,which obviously had her husband and me jammimg. The city unlike paris is not too big,cycling being like the most important mode of transport after trams,i used the cycle. The best part in europe was that we travelled just like the people there,used trams and buses.
The best things outling the trip was when my friend AND ME GOT LOST IN PARIS. Only to find our class searching for us at the metro station. Also navigation was exciting,especially with the tram maps in freiburg.
There is a lot more,i could just talk about it

Isya

wiehre freiberg

my hosts
from the bottom
Jonathan
Isabelle
Natalie
Isya

Hello,
काल रात्री मला  एक स्वप्न पड़ल. पण काय ते मी  आता विसरले. पण सकाळी उठले  तेव्हा त्या स्वप्नामुळे मला ही कविता सुचली

एक छोटीशी परी

उंच उंच पर्वत त्यात खोल दरी,

त्यात उभी होती एक छोटीशी परी

तयार होती मारायला उडी,

या सुंदर जगात कायमची घ्यायला दडी

परी आली होती आईबाबांच्याच बरोबर

पुरामुळे उध्वस्त झाले होते घरदार

पण या परीत लपले होते एक प्रेमळ भूत

कोणावरही निस्वार्थ प्रेम करणारे,

त्या दरीत उरले होते एकच हिरवेगार झाड

परी रडू लागली, हट्ट करू लागली

आईबाबा होते स्वतःच्याच विचारात

दुष्ट जगामुळे आत्महत्या करण्यात

परीला शेवटी एकदाच बघायचे होते ते झाड

आईबाबांना खेचत घेउन गेली परी

ते तिघे उभे राहिले झाडाखाली

तितक्यात डोक्यावर फुले पडली बहाव्याची

जगाकडून ओथंबून मिळणारे प्रेम वेगळ्याच रूपात दिसले

आत्महत्या करणे मनातून कुठच्या कुठे पळून गेले

-मल्लिका चौकर

लताआजीच्या वतीने 

तात्पर्य

नुकतीच मी एक गोष्ट वाचली.

एक तुमच्या माझ्यासारखा सामान्य माणूस होता. चांगला शिकलासवरलेला, सधन असा, यथावकाश त्यानं घर घेतलं. त्याच्यापरीनं त्यानं ते छान सजवलं. बायकोमुलांसोबत तो तिथं निवांतपणे राहू लागला. एकदा बायको म्हणाली, ``घरात उंदीर आलायसं वाटतं.’’ माणूस म्हणाला, ``पिंजरा आण.’’

पिंजऱयात उंदीर येईनात. बायकोची तक्रार वाढतच गेली. कारण उंदराचा धुडगूस वाढतच होता. माणूस स्वत:तच दंग होता. उंदरांचा त्रास त्याला जाणवतच नव्हता. कारण त्याचे कपडे, महत्त्वाचे कागदपत्र, चाव्या, घड्याळ असं सारं बायको सांभाळून ठेवत होती. नाही म्हणायला एकदा टीव्हीची वायर उंदरानं कुरतडली तेव्हा त्याला प्रश्नाची निकड समजली असती. पण दुपारी सीरियल पाह्यला म्हणून टीव्ही लावू जाताच बायकोच्या ते लक्षात आलं. आपली रात्रीचीही सीरियल बुडायला नको, म्हणून तिनं ताबडतोब टिव्ही दुरुस्त करून घेतला.

उंदरांचा उच्छाद वाढता वाढता एकदा एवढा वाढला की, बायकोची भुणभुण आता भांडण, आक्रस्ताळेपणा वगैरेच्या पातळीवर गेली. माणसाला वाटलं, हे घर माझं, तिथं उंदरांची अशी दादागिरी कशी चालवून घेणार? घर माझं की उंदरांचं?’’

त्यानं मग एक मांजर आणलं. तिचं गोजिरवाणं रुपडं त्याला भावलं. तीही आल्या आल्याच मालकाच्या पायांशी घोटाळू लागली. त्याच्या पायांशी अंग घासू लागली. बघता बघता तिनं घरात सगळ्यांना आपलंसं केलं. अधून मधून दूध फस्त करण्याच्या लुच्चेपणाबद्दल बायको तिला लटकं रागावलीही. हे तेव्हा क्वचितच घडत होतं. मांजर उंदीर खाऊन धष्टपुष्ट झाली. घरात माणूस पुन्हा ऐटीत राहू लागला.

आता घर आपलं आणि मांजराचंही आहे हे त्यानं खुषीत स्वीकारलं. पण काही दिवसांनी पुन्हा एकदा बायको म्हणाली, “उंदीर येतोसं वाटतं आताशा घरात रात्रीचा.’’ दिवसभर मांजर घरात सोफ्यावर मजेत झोपा काढायची आणि रात्री हिंडायला बाहेर पडायची, ती थेट सकाळी दूधवाल्याला दार उघडलं की घरात शिरायची. वरचेवर तिची पिलावळ घरात वावरताना माणसाला दिसायची. अधूनमधून खिडकीतून डोकावणारा बोकाही संधी साधून घरात येऊ लागला. बायको पार कावून गेली. नवराबायकोत वाद, भांडणं याच कारणानं सुरू राहिली. माणसाला वाटत राह्यलं, की त्याचं घर उंदीर, मांजरांपासून वाचवणं ही एकट्या बायकोची जबाबदारी आहे. हाच धोशा तो लावत राहिला. भांडणं वाढली. अगदी विकोपाला गेली तसतशी घरातली उंदीर-मांजरांची सत्ताही वाढतच गेली.

एक दिवस माणूस वैतागला. त्याला वाटलं, आधी घर माझं होतं. माझ्या बायकोमुलाचं होतं.

मग ते आमचं आणि उंदरांचं झालं.

कालांतराने ते उंदरांचं आणि आमचं झालं.

पुढे ते आमचं आणि मनीमाऊंचं झालं.

कालांतरानं तेही चित्र बदललं.

घर उंदरांचं, मांजरांचं आणि आमचं झालं.

आणि आज...

घर फक्त त्यांनाच राह्यलंय.

मी बेघर झाल्यात जमा आहे.

गोष्ट वाचून मला वाटलं, हा माणूस स्वतला शहाणा समजत होता. उंदरांवर मांजर हे औषध आहे, एवढंच त्याला पुस्तकातल्या गोष्टी वाचून बालवयात ठाऊक झालं होतं. बालवयातील त्या पुस्तकी ज्ञानावर तो संतुष्ट राहिला. या उच्छादावर पर्याय निवडायला त्याला त्रास पडला नाही. कारण त्याला एकच पर्याय ठाऊक होता. तेव्हा खरोखरच परिस्थितीवर उपाय म्हणून एकच पर्याय उपलब्ध होता की आणखीही पर्याय उपलब्ध होते, याबाबत विचार करायची तसदी त्यानं घेतली नाही, हे खरं!  परिणामी तो स्वत:चं घर असून बेघर झाला. त्याच्यापाशी तर फेसबुक, व्हॉटस्अॅप यांसारखी साधनं होती. त्यावर त्याला लाइक करणाऱया मित्रमंडळींनी अनेक पर्याय पुरवलेही असते. ते पर्याय कदाचित सगळेच हलकेफुलके, निरुपयोगी असण्याची शक्यता नाकारता येत नाही हे खरं. पण तरीही कुणीतरी एखादा नेमका पर्याय सुचवलाही असता.

माणसानं ते माध्यम नीट वापरलं असतं तर त्यातून सापडलेल्या उत्तरांवर विचार करता करता, कदाचित त्याला स्वत:लाच एखादा योग्य पर्याय सापडला असता.

साऱया जगण्याचंच सुलभीकरण करता करता झटपट, सोपा पर्याय निवडायची सवय लागलेल्या या माणसाचं दुसरं काय होणार? मला या गोष्टीतून सापडलेलं हे इसापचं एक तात्पर्य आणि घरातील उंदीर घालवायला मांजराला घरात आणणं ही घोडचूक होते, हे दुसरं तात्पर्य.

Dear all,
This is a poem written by a teenager suffering from cancer in a New York hospital. Life is uncertain, so let's thank God for each day that we live and spread joy and happiness wherever we go. I really felt I should contribute as it really is an exceptional poem and makes you reflect on your life too....

                                             SLOW DANCE 

                         Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

                           Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

                 

                               Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

                               Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

                                            You better slow down

                                              Don't dance so fast.

                                                  Time is short

                                            The music won't last.

                               Do you run through each day on the fly?

                                       When you ask,"How are you?"

                                           Do you hear the reply?

   

                          When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,

                    with the next hundred chores running through your head?

                                           You'd better slow down

                                               Don't dance so fast.

                                                  Time is short

                                             The music won't last.

                                              Ever told your child, 

                                            We'll do it tomorrow?

                                                And in your haste,

                                              Not seen his sorrow?

                                Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die

                                          cause you never had time 

                                             To call and say, 'Hi'

                                            You'd better slow down.

                                               Don't dance so fast.

                                                    Time is short .

                                               The music won't last..

                                 When you run so fast to get somewhere,

                                   You miss half the fun of getting there. 

                                  When you worry and hurry through your day,

                                            It is like an unopened gift......

                                                        Thrown away.

                                                    Life is not a race.

                                                   Do take it slower. 

                                                    Hear the music. 

                                               Before the song is over.

Please pass this on to everyone you know-even to those you don't know!

It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will. She'll never make it to prom, graduate form high school, or get married and have a family of her own...

We have all our life left, so lets honour her by living every moment of life. 

Carpe diem people!!!  

-Anagha

                             

                         

Joyous sunday

Dear all

          Last sunday morning ,after a long gap of  days we visited my favourite place (Kharghar hills),you all might be thinking that this time I would come with the collection  of butterflies,but this time I was attracted towards blooming trees .

           After reaching at the top of the hill, I was very much delighted to see the beauty of the sky,the blanket of fog covered the whole mountain it was awesome .

honey bee near flower

honey bee on the flower

                                                                       

                                         On the top of the hill there were many wine bottles broken and all the glass were 

                                        scattered on some place on the mountain , we were sad to see that . But after   

                                         going few steps forward we sow that there was OM written with the help of 

                                          stone ,happy to see this . This shows us that there are bad as well as good people around us  .  

कविता

 Hello,

दहावीतल्या माझ्या मित्रमैत्रिणींसाठी मी केलेली ही कविता-

शाळा सोडताना डोळे डबडबतील 

शाळेतले अनेक अनुभव मनात तरळतील

शाळा हे दुसरे घरच होते

पालकांसारखे आस्थेवाईक शिक्षक होते

अरे हे कर, ते कर, शिक्षक होते सांगणारे

चुकल- माकल तर माफ करणारे, समजून घेणारे

मित्रमैत्रिणींचे प्रेम लाभले निस्वार्थ

त्यातच दडला होतं शालेय जीवनाचा अर्थ

शाळेच्या मजा खूप एन्जॉय केल्या

निरोप देताना मनात दाटून आल्या

पी.टी. च्या पिरेडला घातला असेल धुमाकूळ,

कधी नुसत्या चकरा, कधी gossiping, तर कधी खेळ

क्रीडादिनाची मजा तर काही औरच

नवे-नवे विक्रम करण्याची चुरसच

हे सगळे अनुभव मिस कराल

आठवणींच्या पोतडीत कायमच जपून ठेवाल

तुम्हा सर्वांना all the best

उत्तम मार्कांनी जिंकाल हि महत्वाची टेस्ट

विसरू नका शिक्षकांना, शाळेला

नक्की येत जा नियमित भेटायला!!!

-मल्लिका चौकर