Beautiful Mind

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything over here. May be that’s the reason the title reflects the cause. Some event took place lately which made me to think what TV series I liked in my childhood. The list is not too big, or I should say there is no list at all. It's just a couple.

Bharat Ek Khoj, Discovery of India
Written by Jawaharlal Nehru and directed by Shyam Benegal

I am not that good at all in history. That’s the last Subject I ever used to touch in school. I am kind of lucky that the serial started at the right time when we had same topics in our history lessons. In this modern world of machines, it was hard for me to imagine what could have happened in the past and how the civilization took place. This series gave me a path to find the truth by myself and the sense of direction to make my history paper better than ever. And again it's all history, do not attempt to ask any history questions to me.

Kshitij Yeh Nahin

This is one of those series which I never missed. It ran just for about 3 month and I never used to miss it. This is the time when I started thinking about paintings. The title song was so pleasant. During the course of the song the sketch will appear with few lines and gradually emerge in a portrait of a lady. Pleased my heart so many times. Whenever I feel short of any ideas for my painting I recall the moment of joy I found watching this sketch being built; The secret of my wild imagination and black & white sketches.

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"Art is making something out of nothing and selling It.” a great saying by someone which everybody uses when they are talking about Art. But no one knows who said this. When I searched on the internet I found a name - "Frank Zappa".

But what I am trying to say is not about this person, but about ART itself. If I was a narrator them what could be the first question I would have asked you? Yes! That’s correct.

"Do you know how many kinds or forms of Art exits?"

Let me tell you something. I had no idea about the answer till now. Whenever a topic on art is raised I always have two things in mind; paintings and drawings. The reason is obvious.

As I found Frank, who is very close to me now since I am using his quote to start with, I started searching on internet again about Art. There are many sites which give information on this, but what other site could have given me insight more that an encyclopedia-'Wikipedia'.

I was amazed when I saw the list of Types of Art.

painting
drawing
printmaking
sculpture
music
poetry
architecture
cinema
theatre and many more.

Then I went to painting sections which gave me again 40+ types of painting type. Now I realized that it is now simple to be an artist. You can be a painter in one or two types of painting; you can be a musician in one or two forms, but not an artist, not a true artist.

And when it come to an artist great work this is the one who is looking for

piyaa tose nainaa laage re, nainaa laage re
jaane kyaa ho ab aage re

aayee holee aayee, sab rang laayee
bin tere holee bhee naa bhaaye
bhar pichakaaree, sakhiyon ne maaree
bhigee moree saaree, tan badan moraa kaanpe thar thar
dhinak dhin dhin dhinak dhin dhin

raat ko jab chaand chamake, jal uthhe tan meraa
mai kahoo mat kar o chandaa, is galee kaa feraa
aanaa moraa saiyaa jab aaye
chamakanaa us raat ko jab milenge tanaman milenge tanaman

“You Have Got Mail”. I wonder how strongly these words will impact the human mind in this age of computers and technology. Definitely brings some smile on few young faces and definites the hope of those who believes in fairy tales.
For me it reminds a movie “You have got mail”, one of my favorites. And why not that should be? It has Tom hanks and Meg Ryan in it, two of my favorite stars. I don’t know what turns on me that every time I end up writing something about movies. I believe they make me think, think about the life, about the emotions and values of life.

So what do you think “NY152” and “Shopgirl” have for us today? Few of my favorite lines from movie…

NY152: Brinkley is my dog. He loves the streets of New York as much as I do ……. Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.

Shopgirl: I guess I've read Pride & Prejudice about 100 times and every time I read it I worry that Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are not going to get together -- but the truth is whenever I think about my favorite book I always think about the books I read as a child

Shopgirl: What is it with men and The Godfather?

NY152: The Godfather is the I Ching. The Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather is the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? "Leave the gun, take the cannoli." What day of the week is it? "Maunday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday." And the answer to your question is "Go to the mattresses." You're at war. "It's not personal, it's business. It's not personal it's business." Recite that to yourself every time you feel you're losing your nerve. I know you worry about being brave, this is your chance. Fight. Fight to the death.

Shopgirl: Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.

Shopgirl: I have been thinking about you. Last night I went to meet you and you weren't there. I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish. And as I waited, someone else showed up, a man who has made my professional life a misery, and an amazing thing happened -- I was able, for the first time in my life, to say the exact thing I wanted to say it. And of course, afterwards, I felt terrible. Just as you said I would. I was cruel, and I'm never cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man -- to him, I'm just a bug to be crushed -- but what if it did? No matter what he's done to me, there's no excuse for my behavior. Anyway, you are my dear friend, and I so wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a good reason for not being there last night, but if you don't, and if we never really connect again, I just want to tell you how much it has meant to me to know you were there.

NY152: Dear friend: I cannot tell you what happened to me last night, but I beg you from the bottom of my heart to forgive me for what happened. I feel terrible that you found yourself in a situation that caused you additional pain. But I'm absolutely sure that whatever you said last night was provoked, even deserved. And everyone says things they regret when they're worried or stressed. You were expecting to see someone you trusted and met the enemy instead. The fault is mine. Someday I'll explain everything. Meanwhile, I'm still here. Talk to me.

Shopgirl: My store is closing this week. I own a store. Did I ever tell you that? Probably not. It's a lovely store -- -- and in a week, it will be something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. I am being amazingly brave --


NY152: I concede I bring out the worst in you, but let me help you not to say something you'll just torture yourself about for years to come.

NY152: If I hadn't been Foxbooks and you hadn't been The Shop Around the Corner and we'd just met -- I would have asked for your phone number and I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling and asking, "How about coffee, drinks, dinner, a movie, for as long as we both shall live?"

NY152: Let me ask you something? How come you'll forgive him for standing you up and you won't forgive me for a little tiny thing like putting you out of business?