THAT GIRL WITH A BOOT-FETISH.....LOOKING AT...... ‘THAT GIRL IN YELLOW BOOTS’!!

INITIAL EXCITEMENT

The movie had me hooked the moment I saw its cover poster .Not because the face staring back at me was belonged to one of the most unconventional celebrities .Not because the metaphoric title made me see a shocking story in a new light but it was the rare scheme of colours and most importantly the picture of the rare yellow boots that took my attention. Being a shoe fanatic, I was drooling at the very sight of them.

PRE-EXPECTATION

Looking at the scheme of colours –black and yellow and especially the shining yellow boots, I expected the movie to have a vivid mix of both bright and dark side of life.

TAKE 1-AGREABILITY WITH THE STRUGGLE & GREY SHADES OF CHARACTER

Moving with the story, I completely agreed with the protagonist’s thrive to find her father. In search for love we all have to jump through hoops and pass though colossal hurdles that once seemed unapproachable.

“Love is the reason to remain sane yet the yearning for it is an excuse to be insane in all the spheres of life”

The yearning of having someone to fall back on not only makes you feel restless but also changes the way you  look at life. The things once obvious to you become weird and the weirdest of all the things somehow fall right into the realm of normalcy. Inspite of the incessant efforts you put in your daily chores there still is a frown you that you carry all day because the thought process supercedes all efforts to put up a brave front.

Thus, Optimism changes its definition, subtly, to hope against hope, slowly and silently poisoning your personality.

TAKE 2- BETRAYED BY THE CRUEL END & AMBIGUOUS CORRELATION OF TITLE WITH THE STORY

The assumptions, imaginations and expectations, fail me, leaving behind a cloud of discontentment and shock. My soul is stirred and shaken, at the gush of cruel reality, as also, the same old question.......what’s with the yellow boots!

FLASH TIME!

 Still zapped by the title conundrum and equally outraged at the depicted cruelty, I happened to glance down my feet, at my favourite shoes, and suddenly...... everything fell into place!   :

The journey of the girl on a mission, possessed by her demons, out to seek answers, and to avenge by her 'dirty yellow cunning', makes complete sense now!

“There’s a left shoe and an obviously a  right.one. The Italian word for left is ‘sinistro ‘, also meaning ‘sinister’ in English! Also, the opposite of right is wrong. So...... SHOES ARE A PERSON’S YIN AND YANG!!   We have both good and evil within us. Nobody is perfect, and we all have shades of grey “And I guess, it’s our dark side which makes our lives all the more interesting and unconventional!!”

“The girl in yellow boots finally gets to the end of the road, where 'the shoes come off' and the heels strike hard, on our hearts, making them tremble to the bitter taste of reality. “

But, sadly, our minds have become so immune to the bad things in life, that it automatically forces us to shut our hearts, ears and eyes, to anything that even hints at darkness, as a blockade, to continue onto our mundane ‘brighter ‘ paths.

I’M WEARING GLARES TO PREVENT DARKNESS TO ENTER MY SOUL            

Delving into the dark and poisonous side of life may make for interesting cinema, but the thing to ponder over is: does it really make for an interesting life! The answer is perhaps somewhere in the middle- getting caught in the quagmire of negativity i.e. hatred, revenge, indignation, retribution, unforgiveness, etc., should ideally teach one of the potential disasters in harbouring them. It should ideally be a guide as to how life's cards should not be played by oneself, and what changes one HAS to bring about to move FORWARD, because life surely cannot be about external conflicts, but about internal conflicts, and the belief in a much higher purpose, to be harmoniously and benevolently achieved.'

That Girl With Yellow Boots' may be a 'hit' in 'reel' life, but in 'real' life, I could do without it!!.....

LESSONS LEARNT HAND IN HAND with the Green eyed angelic devil

 Brought to the world a month before my fifth birthday, he taught me that gifts not necessarily come with the kinds of wrappings and frills you always wished for but nevertheless they are precious.

PEAS OF A POD- Smiling Together

Perched on my bed, next to me

Kicking his tiny podgy legs in the air
He looked like an angel to my mom

But amidst the halo, I could see two tiny horns

Always ready to irk me.

It may have been through frowns and jealous glances

But nevertheless he gave me COMPANIONSHIP

My barbies, which once looked like fairies,

Now lay beneath the bed with broken limbs

Like damsels in distress, waiting to be rescued by their hero – his Gi-Joes

It may have been through a series of loud cries and a parade of stomping feet,

But nevertheless he taught me ACCEPTANCE

 As years passed and our lives twirled around hand in hand

He blamed me for everything that went wrong

And i did same for my things that went missing

I abused him, I ridiculed him

Yet he stood by my side, when the world seemed to fall apart

It may have been through innumerous   verbal spats

But nevertheless he taught me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

He always picked up a fight when I was done

I hated him for being the younger one

And He hated me for being treated as the son

Yet he comforted me when I cried

And understood me when nobody else did

It may have been though accuses and blames

But nevertheless he taught me FRIENDSHIP

We fought, we cried, we played, we laughed, we planned, we failed but whatever we did we did it together. And like I say, we are Pods of a Pea stuck together no matter what.

SONAM DEMBLA

PING THE WORLD- FLIP FLOP AND BACK

With each passing day, I feel that the world is becoming closer, and it’s contracting too .But its not because Mom spun it in the washing machine but because of the social networking sites which have managed to create a parallel route of life for all of us.  This route unlike the one created by God is much easier to manage, access and interpret. Also it gives you the liberty to decorate it the way you like.

It’s a world of dreams

Where every good thought, word and action is honoured, awarded and followed

It’s a world of goodness, bliss and all those wonderful things

Where there are happy faces everywhere you look

There are suprises on every shore, moor and peak. Cheer waiting around every corner

Oh world! What an amazing joy-ride you are.

And to make you that, begins with me…

But not to forget like the real life, this too has an unpredictable end attached to it and we can do nothing but to move on.  Just to give our memories a flashback let me cite the two major demises in the social networking world.

Orkut which once was the god of web communication for all of us and suddenly it became a haunted house which we refuse to pay a visit. Though, it still stands holding the memories of all our naive attempts of connecting with our old lost friends, our scraps, our photos and not to forget our testimonials.

The second social networking site to follow the league is My Space which was most probably the oldest in the clan. I accept my ineptitude of not being able to give details of this because sadly I was never a part of this space. So its existence never affected me in any way but its sudden demise is one of the major reasons which made me stiffen and think about the aftermaths of a rewinding back to our normal lives minus the social networking sites.

Today, just a slowdown in the internet connection makes you feel as if it’s the longest day in the world. Everything seems to run slow and the world comes crashing down.  You want to say things and talk to people you are connected to but feel like you are stuck in a box. Just a day without updating your status message or commenting on somebody’s wall makes you feel non-existent.

Just imagine about an era where all these will bid adieu. What will happen:-

Our status updates and tweets will become mere diary entries              

Our walls, timelines and not to forget the new streams will be replaced by isolated streets where we’ll keep waiting to come across some old friends and acquaintances

Our friend lists, followers and circles to which we seem so closely related too will resort to a bunch of people, whose existence might never be felt.

Now, I guess I have already sown the seeds of distress in all those who are reading this post. This is enough of a nightmare for me and everybody else. But still we are so obsessed with the vices of the social networking block that it’s discomforting to even think about surviving without it. So I should better stop running my mind and quietly run back to my web world, catch somebody on the chat window and say PING!! And let world PING back at me

PS: Don’t think I’m a dweeb who is miles away from the social networking world. In fact I’m a regular patron of all the networking sites, someone who lives through her updates and her life comes to a standstill when people don’t like it. Just an hour of being without my internet connection and the sudden discovery of a missing fan, one who always commented on my updates, puts my life into disorder and makes me flip flop the existence of the social world.

SONAM DEMBLA

Hope is my new neighbour

Hope is the new neighbour in my heart’s abode

And I find it trailing me everywhere

Hope is in the bylane,

And i see it shining bright at me when im stuck in a lonely street and have lost my way.

Every morning walking out of the front door

I see it there eagerly waiting to wish me luck

Lost in my thoughts sitting on my bed

 I see it sneaking behind the curtains

Carefully looking at me and greeting me with a naughty smile when our eyes meet

When my dreams go awry

I see hope in my pillow waiting to take all my sobs in

And transport me to a dreamland I have never been before

Hope is in the mirror

Laughing to all the tales I whisper

And applauding all the tunes I hum

The story of hope can never come to an end,

As said well begun is half done,

Hope is always with me now, then and till my end. 

When you let hope live in your heart, it not only becomes a way of life or saves you fall apart, It brighten ups your life with that very energy of positive art, Thereby giving life a happy ending tag. 

Daddy’s Little Girl

She walks down the yellow brick road holding his hand

Wearing her heart on the sleeves

Her hands in her pocket

And her head up in the clouds

He is the world her big brown eyes wake up too

And she is daddy’s little girl

She may look like a mess

With a mob of curls on her head

And a pink bow lost underneath

But for him she is the only Princess he has ever seen

And she is daddy’s little girl

Standing on his shoes

Hoping to spend some time with him

She holds him tight 

And with glee she says “Daddy Lets Dance...

“Twirl me around and dont let me Fall Daddy lets Dance”

Her Finger may be tiny

 But it has him all wrapped around it

And she is daddy’s little girl

  

DREAMS UNLEASHED

It was quite late in the night but her sleep was still at bay. She lay still on her bed struggling to make sense of what was on her mind. Her thoughts were spread in an untangled mesh and seemed to strangle her with their vastness. In need for breath she ran out of her house right on to the street. Looking in the eyes of the bright street lights which seemed like stars in the moonless night, she thought of him. She knew it wasn’t right to dream like that but nevertheless her heart refused to hear her woes.

Still lost in struggle between her mind and heart, she heard the blaring of a horn right at her back. She turned around and to her surprise saw him there.

He was sitting in the car with his glaze fixed at her. She searched for a hidden frown on his face but couldn’t gauge none .On the contrary he had a grin of a child who seemed to have found a hidden treasure.

Her heart rejoiced, it seemed to her that she had got him back. All the years of spent with him came rolling back. He pulled open the back door of the car and gestured her to get in but she pretended not to notice. He called her again but no answer. He was just thinking if things still were wrong. When she suddenly pulled in the door and jumped into the front seat .With glee she said “I don’t think you are my cabby. And even if you think you are, I won’t let u feel like one, so keep your ambition and take off with me in my dreams.”

Driving silently into the unknown path, with him sitting right besides, her heart flew to the limitless boundaries. All the unrest had vanished in a jiff and like a child she drifted off to her dreams. Her Face revealed the story she weaved.

Come along with me to a place in my mind

No one knows where it hides

And my fantasy is flying

It’s a castle in the sky

Fairytales live in me

Fables coming from my memory

Fantasy is not a crime

Find your castle in the sky

You’ve got the key

Of the kingdom of the clouds

Open the door

Leaving back your doubts

You’ve got the power

To live another life with your love

So ride the wind

And build castles in d sky

Down on one knee...handing her a long-stemmed red rose...Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life...Love gives us a chance to unleash our dreams..!!!

METAMORPHOSIS TO MOTHERHOOD

Some time back, which now seems like long time back, I saw a friend telling her son to shut his ears with his hands each time she shut a door, car, cupboard, anything and everything. That time I always wondered why she did that. But, now over the years, seeing more and more women getting into that phase, I know that she was only trying to make sure that his little fingers were safe.

It’s funny how perspectives of a woman change as she steps into her motherhood.

Let’s understand what this metamorphosis is all about:-

METAMORPHOSIS TO MOTHERHOOD

Once a Bohemian

Free, Radical and Independent

She aspired through her dreams

And lived through her passions

But something magical made her change

She fought the fear and chased the pain

Just to hold a tiny soul in her arms

He opened his eyes and fell wailing in her arms

But nevertheless it made her proud

So she gave up her ambitions just to brighten up the tiny face

Her dreams which once were hers

Now belonged to the angel who slept on her lap

Her nights were gone, singing a lullaby and pulling the covers up high

Her days went by listening to stories of a circus mind which ran wild

And running around the messy hands which tattooed all over the house

But nevertheless it made her content

So she gave up peace of the complacency, just for the unsettling mindless riot. 

The mirror which was once her

Now belonged to the little rock star

Who spent his days standing in front of it

And singing into the spatulas

But nevertheless it made her happy

So she gave up all her dreams, just for witnessing some crazy dreams come to life.

It is strange but true that motherhood transforms a woman and makes her life spin faster that the spinning wheel. Nurturing instincts make her adapt to the child and his /her life in a funny and interesting way. She lets go all that she had planned for herself over the years . She re-weaves all her dreams and re-visits all her childhood fantasies through the eyes of her child. Thus, for a mother living life isn’t some goal, just a mere pursuit to happiness which keeps happening all along the way.