Tag Archives: TV

110: Girls

20 Apr

I’ve never associated more with a tv show than I have with Girls, especially this time around. Not that I count either this show or me to be excessively and overpoweringly aligned with this twisted concept of feminism, but there’s no rounding just how powerful its impact has been. It’s been my show to savour, to save, to keep right for when I’m really in the mood to indulge myself – because each season has an unfortunate total of just 10 episodes each.

I love the complexity and girliness of it in its entirety. Be it about trying to find my feet, catch a breath, find a breather, make a space for my own self in my own self, maintain my relationships…I found myself feeding off of it more than I have before. Perhaps it’s just the honesty, unashamed, naked, and stark realness of it which speaks to me; which I find easier to associate with.

And let’s not even talk about just how emotionally powerful it has been – watching it has brought me to tears on multiple occasions, which took me by surprise to be honest. Sometimes when I’m in the mood to wallow in my own thoughts, it’s been quite a support to turn to. And it makes me sad to have to wait – for the show to get clearance for another season, and then of course for it to begin again.

For now, I’m swimming in this, which has stuck on with me.

 

The best feeling, in rotation with feeling loved, is that of knowing you’re not alone. It’s the removal of that stopper which magically makes everything feel better in an instant. And this is what the show gave me, in bundles. :)

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23: When KWK Inspired Me

23 Jan

I just watched the KWK episode with Priyanka Chopra, and I think I’ve found a new role model to add to my list. Oh well, my notes, because I don’t have a list. I’ll admit to never really having liked her, not as an actor because I think she can act, but because she was everywhere, and in a way, that was annoying, and something I didn’t want in my face constantly. But some good has come from this couch show, and I think it’s that in all these years, and through all the things that have been said and not said about her, it was a breath of fresh air to hear her talk.

She made me realise so much that I’d either chosen not to see or missed seeing or was simply latent in me. It also got me thinking about the impact that portrayals can have on our perceptions. By that I mean, not once in all these years of her crossing the seas and breaking concrete, did I get to see from her words, her voice, her thoughts, or even in her silence, a glimpse of her reality. This noise so far, has only been that – noise. And perhaps it was a different kind of noise thing, because maybe that’s how it is abroad. We Indians are super noisy about a lot of stuff too, but in different mannerisms. But I’m not here to talk about cultural differences or white noise or even noise. What I saw on television, and keeping in mind that it was indeed a television show, I felt more realness speak than I’ve ever seen. She is yet another woman who is par strengths that so many of us dream to possess or realise we own.

Watching her on television today made me feel so good, and so proud, all together. How can a person, especially a woman, not feel good about seeing another out there, achieving things that, let’s admit, we at some point have wanted to do for ourselves? I won’t take the liberty to speak for anyone but myself, and I will confess quite matter-of-factly, that she has what I dream of having. And in that identification, I found inspiration. I aspire for goals that are my own, but which come from that same universal dream of getting there, being successful, and owning that success. Who doesn’t want that, after all? I fear failing, and I hate losing. Bumpy roads bring the demons out in me, as much as the awareness that most often success ironically mandates standing out, and therefore standing alone. Thinking of these things scare me, and therefore I do not allow these thoughts to gain strength or even a voice. I don’t think I’ve ever been so really moved and prodded by an episode on tv, except that gratitude/thanksgiving one on Oprah those many years ago.

The Priyanka Chopra I saw today, brought forth the many things I idolise in my world view, and maybe even reminded me to never put them on the back-burner, like I have in some cases.

Be busy working hard, and smart. Make no room for thoughts that debilitate this effort.
Never show the world the chink in your armour. Remember that you’re not perfect, and move on.
What is an obstacle now, will in time, and with experience, be water off your back. (I love this one!)
Each of us has our demons, which in turn have their own voices. Know when to let them talk, and when to silence them.
The world will always talk, irrespective. Keep walking. (I follow this, and believe in it a 100%)
In versatility lies the key of progression, just as change is always constant.
Boundaries are definitive in maintaining best health.
Silence is gold, even when it’s most tempting to give away.

Of course she’s said a lot of things and I’m clearly, but unapologetically bowled over. Enough inspiration and influence for one day, no? :)

Grey’s Anatomy

27 Mar

I’m not even sure when this show first made its appearance to the world…it’s that old and it’s gone on that long. But of course it hasn’t beaten the likes of Bold and the Beautiful yet and never will, in many, many ways (and I hope it never will go down that obnoxious path). When it was first released, I was back in college (I remember that much) and was quite unmoved by it…disinterested, rather. Besides, it featured medicine, doctors and hospitals on more than just a regular basis (heck, the show revolved around these components) and it wasn’t something very appealing to me…how could one watch such a show for entertainment’s sake, I thought. Of course, this wouldn’t ever be mild and likeable lovable like Doogie Howser was and I’d never really dove into the likes of ER (sorry, Mr. Clooney!) so all my thoughts naturally led me to believe that this show wasn’t meant for me. And I never watched it…

…until many years later when I was on the line to submit my Master’s thesis to my professor and figured it was more important to have all-nighters focused on a television show I never really was interested in, over and above what needed my attention, time and effort more than anything else. If you’ve been a reader ever since I started blogging or if you know me or you may have guessed by now, I am indeed the self-confessed procrastinator. Call it being arrogant or presumptuous or lazy or uncaring or just being someone who works best when under pressure (clearly less than a week’s time to draft, write, seek approvals and print an entire thesis is a lot of time to really feel the pressure), but it was just then when my interests and fascination for the show rooted themselves rather firmly into my being. And there’s been no looking back ever since.

The show has, of course, come a very long way since when it first started out, what with all the twists, turns, ups and downs, entries and exits, mergers and murders accidental deaths it has seen throughout. Every fan of this show has cried gallons of tears, felt emotional on cue and braved every dramatic storm after storm, year after year. It is stressful to watch this show (though Homeland takes that cake, for me!). There came a point when I had even decided to stop watching it…when Christina left…when Derek died…that had to be it…it was getting too much…and with only Meredith and Alex left, what was it worth anyway, right?

But I’m still watching it. In fact, I just did catch up on all the episodes I’d missed thanks to a cranky laptop that only wanted to crash and burn. There is something about this show, as promiscuous and unending as its characters and story is…everybody is (almost) seeing somebody from the same hospital…a rather convenient la-dee-da benefit, if I may say so, for these hard working doctors who have no social life except with each other.

There’s a magnetism about the show which surpasses the stress, the deaths, the drama, the promiscuity and Meredith’s timely martyrdom. The one thing that has made me stick to this show has been its screenplay, its writing, its themes and most of all, its direction (in a non-cinematic way). Oh, and the dancing! I’m one of those suckers who almost always has something to learn and take away from its episodes from time to time. I love how Shonda Rhimes speaks through her show. I marvel at whoever writes these episodes. I am amazed at just how much depth there is in this show and how it isn’t just another television show to me. Be it the music she chooses to employ when words fail her characters or be it the words that steal the show; I’m always left wanting more. And let’s not get into the show’s ability to make me cry. You cry watching it too, right?

I think I watch it and come back for more because the bottom line is that it feels more real than fake, more raw than made up, more human than televised… so much so, that is has the power to haunt your mind and thoughts. Of course, this is only if a show like this appeals to you, naturally. Besides, I think it may have even made me more open to doctors…to the fact that they are human beings and not aliens in white coats out there to hurt me, poke me, cut right into me. Never mind. I think I’m a goner, anyway. But you know what I’m talking about, yes? You feel it too, right? Great, that makes me feel a little better about myself. Thank you.

To share, here’s something that’s caught my fancy…a few of the many, many tracks featured on this show that have blown my socks off.

 

 

Learning: TV shows talk beyond the screen too. Always have. Always will.

Learning 2: Dance. Even when it seems impossible or ridiculous.

Timing

27 Mar

This has been on my mind for most of today. Today was one of those days where all I wanted to do was nothing. I wanted nothing in exchange for thoughts, conversations, quietude and the need to just be. It was one of those days. And I don’t see that as a bad thing. Sometimes you really want nothing in exchange for all that you’ve got, all the baggage you’re carrying, all the thoughts you’re playing on loop in your head. Nothing; that sounds good. Emptiness seems appealing. The need to figure what you’re made up of, what walls comprise you and what binds you becomes more than just a need. Because we carry trash. So much of it. All the time. I don’t know why. I don’t know how.

How is timing connected to all this? It’s because I believe there’s a time for everything. Yes, everybody loves saying that, especially when you’re being placated, but yes, timing is it. There’s a time for every single one of us to shine, to fall apart, to rise, to progress, to take five steps behind…there’s a time for everything. There’s a time when we also realize what we need and what we do not need. There’s a time when we realize we’re more important than we think we are. Because there’s a time when we realize this:

Why does it feel so good to get rid of things? To unload, to let go. Maybe because when we see how little we actually need to survive, it makes us realize how powerful we actually are to strip down to only what we need, to hang on to only what we can’t do without, not just to survive, but to thrive.
Dr. Meredith Grey
Grey’s Anatomy (Throwing it all Away, S10)

There’s also a magic in timing because things come to you when you need them, if not need them the most. And so this came to me today. Because I needed to hear a fictitious television show tell me the truth. I love this show because it has some of the most powerful monologues/dialogues/moments that are real because they feel real and stem from reality. Because if I’m here, writing this, talking about how this makes sense to me at this very moment, then it matters. In fact, it more than just matters.

Letting go, sometimes by force and sometimes by chance, is just one of those things that has to be learned simply because we suck at it. Or let me rephrase that to talk for myself; because I suck at letting go as easily as I would like to. But I’ve tried (and still am) and it’s the best thing ever. It’s the best thing to really, really, not care without vengeance or vindication. It’s liberating to walk on without any strings attached no matter how hard memories and associations pull you back, and repeatedly so. It’s important to break. It’s important to break, to disengage, to move. But, unfortunately or fortunately, it doesn’t come easy. It needs effort. It needs doing to undo. It needs so much hard work.

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But it helps to survive. Because when you take in that breath of fresh air, you feel so alive, so independent, so light. And really, the feeling could be addictive. You need that nothing to feel that breath of fresh air. How can we ever breathe if we’re choking? Through this all, the only thing that’s constantly being reaffirmed is the importance of you; your self. If something doesn’t fit even after trying, it’s got to go. Because it’s important to survive and thrive for your own self. And there’s no selfishness in that. There never will be. Even shadows disappear when we throw light on us the right way.

Here’s to timing and the magic it has lying around every corner, because really, every skipped piece of rock you thought was a part of you may have perhaps just been the stepping stone you needed to move and find what you’re really meant to find.

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All photographs are courtesy the author.

Simple Things

21 Mar

IMG_9345 IMG_9341 IMG_9343 IMG_9344 IMG_9361 IMG_9362 IMG_9363 IMG_9309To say that it’s been a hectic week is pushing it. Pinch me, I can’t believe the much awaited weekend’s finally here. It’s time to kick back and just be.

There isn’t much to say. I think my pictures will do all the talking that needs to be done. My head feels a tad bit overcrowded and maybe I need the caffeine to sort things out before I figure out what’s going on.

In the mean time, here’s what I’ve been hooked to ever since I heard it. It’s a track that played at the end credits of one of the episodes of this series called Girls. Have you watched it? I just about managed to catch up on its latest episodes and this one track stood out for everything it speaks of and of course, its placement in the episode. Give it a listen. It’s beautiful. It’s apt. It speaks my mind.

Smoke with me babe
And lay with me babe
Laugh with me babe
I just want (the) simple things
I just want you.

So simple. So powerful.

It’s been a week of indulgence all through. Which reminds me, I’ve been talking to my friends about randomly wanting a burrito loaded with goodness and that occasional cappuccino because sometimes you just want that random burrito and cappuccino. And from nowhere, both happened. It’s strange how things happen. Not that it’s hard to find these things today. It’s just strange how they come to you when they do.

You could give California Burrito a try, if you haven’t already. I can just about manage to finish (and by finish, I mean stuff my face beyond belief) a mini burrito. I still feel rather full from lunch, that’s the only hiccup. But I can’t bare to waste that mini burrito. It’s just wrong to do so. I quite like the spicy chicken one. My friends do have their rice bowl and they quite enjoy it. But I don’t think I have the stomach for it, not for the time being at least. Sigh.

Simple things.

That’s what the good life’s all about.

Thank you for listening to this random post.

Have a beautiful Friday.

PS, Mexican food is…rajma-centric and still so top notch!

Sinful Saturday

16 Mar

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Adrak chai (ginger milk tea) on a Friday and Saturday are much savoured by the over sensitive caffeine me. It’s something I look forward to minus the worry of having to toss and turn in bed for most of the night. But, as much as I love the idea of it, I think the turn in weather has brought about some changes as well. It’s slowly time to keep them hot beverages aside for a summer afternoon and reign in that blessed cold coffee. Well, that is what I’ve been craving for, for a bit now.

In between catching up on Grey’s Anatomy, Scandal and Downton Abbey, the craving made me head all the way to the grocery store in order to get whatever I needed my dose of weekend cold coffee to have. It was sumptuous and a tad bit sinful as well. I’m not complaining. I never really complain about sinning over food, really. What can I say, I’ve been converted and have moved over to the other side before I even knew it.

So there it was, and it was quite the welcome break from that cup of hot tea. Of course, this can only ever be a weekend affair thanks to that over-sensitivity I was talking about. Also, I don’t think I can afford to sin on an everyday basis. :D Plus it was pasghetti time again this weekend, so it was sin written all over my Saturday. Sumptuous sinning. :)

The visit to the grocery store also had me pick up this new series of ice cream bars called Magnum that I’ve been hearing the rounds of. Have you had them before? They’re supposed to be more chocolatey and rich, is what I heard. I gave them a try. And I don’t think I’ll be trying them anytime soon again. For one, a single bar cost me 85 bucks. It was a chocobar. After having paid anywhere between 5-25 bucks on a chocobar all my life, I think this was too rude a shock to me. Why was it 85 bucks? Because the chocolate coating around the vanilla bar is thicker, for sure. Also, the vanilla bar in itself is so much more rich and creamier and therefore, thicker.

My brother tried the chocolate truffle one and said it was all chocolate and lots of it. If that’s your bar of chocolate, then go for it. Having grown up on chocobar and having so many associations with it, I wouldn’t rate this one too high. It’s like paying excessively for something you’re so fond of, except it isn’t really the thing you’re so fond of. Toying with a consumer’s idea of associations and concept of brand is quite a tricky lane to go down on. For the company that tried doing it, I hope it works for them because really, nothing for me could ever beat a simple chocobar. I really could do without the richness. I’d save that for a more sumptuous dessert than a bar of ice cream. Besides, the vanilla bar inside tasted more milky than vanilla-y to me. Fail.

Give it a try. Maybe I ought to try the other flavours as well. But if the simplest of them all made me feel this burdened with unnecessary richness in a time when I would like lighter dessert options, I’m a bit wary of trying the more decadent ones. After all, chocobars and their other counterparts always bring back memories of waiting to hear the ringing bell of the mobile ice cream cart on your street, of running over to the ice cream guy and buying whatever your mind fancied, even if it was that orange/mango iced candy bar that so sealed the deal almost every summer afternoon. It’s hard for anyone to replace that which is so etched in one’s memories of something as deeply set as childhood.

6 Degrees

4 Apr

I came across a tweet about this show yesterday.
I decided to give it a try irrespective of the fact that it gives off a slightly feminist undertone when you first hear the title.
On an ordinary day, I wouldn’t indulge in a TV show or piece of entertainment that was named the name it has. However, it turns out that a tweet can indeed go a long way sometimes.
I started watching it today. I’m watching this.

GirlsI’m already 3 episodes down and I think I’m gonna go all the way and see this series through.
The last scene of the 3rd episode ‘All Adventurous Women Do’ where Hannah and Marnie, 2 best friends, dance in their bedroom led me to hunt for the song they were dancing to.
The search led me to TuneFind which is a pretty cool site. It helps duds like me find songs faster than even try and rattle off names of songs from the top of my head.

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And even though I did get all the songs played in the entire episode, I wanted the song the 2 girls dance to.
So I found the track.
And I love it.
It’s catchy, it’s something that hits the spot for me and it’s something I can connect to.
I’m sharing it because it would be lovely if you heard it too.

What did this song make me do?

It brought me here to write about how brilliant this world is. I love how we’re all connected in some weird way. I love how one thing leads to the other and how sometimes strange things in this world make your life feel normal and how these random pieces fall into place and fit.

It makes me want to write about how we’re all living in this world, doing our own thing, lost most often but going somewhere nonetheless. I love how we bump into people, things, occurrences and experiences along the way. I love how we’re meant to bump into all these things sometimes. I love how exhilarating the surprise around the corner can make someone who doesn’t like change much, feel. I love the thought that there’s always going to be some thing or someone even when we feel we’re all alone in a vacuum.

6 degree of separation much? I think it’s awesome because the element of not being in control of everything makes life a little more exciting. It gives me the option to let go and not be so hard on myself for things that didn’t go according to plan. I guess it’s the world’s way of giving us all a leeway; a break to just perhaps dance on your own, as it were.

Also, it just reaffirms how much a TV show can impact me. I cannot imagine being in a world without them. I love them, I love all the ones I watch (du-h me!). I love everything that’s said on Grey’s Anatomy, I love the reality and hope of Ugly Betty, I love the exclusivity of The Big Bang Theory, I love the power of Scandal, I love the naturalness of FRIENDS, I love it all. Also, I love Jackson Avery’s eyes, Alex’s bad boy-ness, Hunt’s rawness, Shepherd’s calmness, Christina’s drive, Bailey’s groundedness, Richard’s fatherliness, Sheldon’s psychoticness, Olivia’s resilience, Betty’s attitude, Hilda’s fiery-ness and of course Daniel’s awesomeness. Yes, I find Daniel Meade awesome. Unabashedly so. Also, I love my TV shows. I love them all. I love the characters and shows I haven’t mentioned too.

TV makes sense and always will. Who said we don’t need an idiot to throw light our way. :)