October Sky

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"Dream is not that which you see while sleeping it is something that does not let you sleep”.-----Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam

I surely hope to get to that point someday in life but right now the subject of discussion is not me, but the movie which I watched based on a true story. Its called October Sky. If you are aware of the book called “Rocket Boys”, you would know where this is leading.

The protagonist of this movie/book is a boy named Homer Hickam, from a small town called Coalwood which produces coal in West Virginia of the US. Set in 1957, the story takes us to a world of Rock N Roll and cold war of Russia and the US that got triggered with the launch of first man-made satellite Sputnik.

Our boy Homer watches Sputnik orbit Earth one night and dreams of building a rocket one day.

**All dreams were once called a stupid man’s fantasies.**

Homer doesn’t want his life to end up in coal mines digging coal. The teacher at Big Creek High, Miss Riley, inspires Homer by telling about a certain National Science Fair which on winning gets themselves full scholarships for the college. So our lead character Homer and his friends O’Dell, Quentin, Roy Lee are all set up to build an actual functioning rocket. After a lot of efforts, these boys come up with a rocket and its firing is witnessed by many from town and school that the local police allege them for starting up a forest fire with their rocket. So, here they are, back to square one, only with shattered dreams, a school dropout and a coal mine to dig.

Completely dejected and losing all hopes for getting into a college or flying a rocket, Homer works in the mine. At this point, Miss Riley once again asks him not to give up on this endeavor and no matter what, she is proud of him. This triggers him and he starts working on the project again and proves everyone that it wasn’t their fault for the forest fire to break.

**Never Give Up **

The story ends with Homer and his friends successful and getting a college scholarship.

Now, apart from the plot of the movie, you surely will enjoy the music that plays in background and the West Virginia accent which has phrases like “See Y’all” et al. And the role of Homer’s father is what the next best thing in the movie after Jake Gyllenhaal’s performance. All in all, it makes us dream and those who already have, it surely takes us back to memory lane of our struggles and how we overcame them.
A great entertainer and thought provoking movie-October Sky!

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I tried to write a lot about this movie. Wanted to shower encomiums on the actors and the director. But i inferred that my writing cannot suffice or embellish to the beauty of the concept that's been enunciated.
 So i suggest you watch the movie and experience it.

P.S. : If not for the story, at least for the gorgeous heroine, one should watch it (yeah!pun intended!).
P.S. : The movie name reads "Pratighatana"(which means 'a reaction') and its been remade in Hindi under the title "Pratighaat".

Its Time! Wake Up!!

MONSOON FURY: UTTARAKHAND FLOOD KILLS OVER 1000.SURVIVORS WERE CHEATED,LOOTED!

UGLY POLITICS OVER TRAGEDY

RETIRED ARMY DOCTOR BUTCHERS HIS WIFE INTO 300 PIECES

MUMBAI: 2nd BUILDING COLLAPSES

MBBS STUDENT GANG RAPED



THEN:

It has been sleeping for a long time. The hard rocks became its bed. The dark cave became its abode for a time longer than we can imagine. The walls of that forbidden dark cave echoed with the sounds of its snore. Its body breathed in and out in a systematic way; having a peaceful sleep.It was as if the whole happening world  could never reach it unless it tries to get out of the cave. Its a cul de sac. There could be no one who might rescue it from hibernation unless it would want to. But,alas, it never wants to get out of the cave, never did wake up.

NOW:

The noises from outside the cave occasionally disturbed it. But it never cared and tossed and turned, thinking its just a dream and enjoyed sleeping.

Lately it noticed from the depth of sleep that the noises were growing irksome. It wanted to make them stop. Maybe it wanted to growl at the infinite space from where the noises came, just so that the organism which was disturbing it might get dreaded or maybe it was finally intrigued to know what was happening outside its cave.Nonetheless, it suddenly woke up; as if it had a bad dream and desperately wanted to get back to reality from its dream world. 

Reality dawned upon it. It realized that it has been years under hibernation and wondered what triggered it into doing such a nonsensical act.

It hurried towards the mouth of the cave to understand where the noises came from. Those noises were painful to hear as it neared the opening to the outside world.And then the moment happened. Devastated at how the outer world turned out into, it hurried out.

The overwhelming feeling of melancholy and lugubriousness hit it right at the stomach. It choked, tried to get out of the hostile environment and wanted to survive. Its survival instincts pointed its thoughts towards its abode in the cave and inferred that was the safest place and yearned to return to its comfort zone. Now, there's just this thought of getting back to its cave lingered in its head. It ran as fast as it can, the noises didn't really matter now. But with each step taken ahead, the passage to its cave started to diminish. It ran even harder, with the duress on its survival. It finally reached the cave!


It panted and was horrified what was out there.And never imagined of going out again. But the feeling of defeat made it more vulnerable than the hostility. It didn't want to accept the defeat.And neither could it possibly put up another battle out there. It needed time. It needs to be healed. 

And thus, it went to sleep again; for it would wake up again and make an attempt to win the battle!

P.S.:
Here, 'it' is the conscience of the nation.

The Face of Change

I have no idea what's it going to be
But hey, that's how life tells us to be
That you shall never understand, before you experience it
So that the surprise strikes, right at the moment you get it

Ups and Downs i have seen many
Not the object of interest to me
Its the inevitable Change that bothers me
For i never shall know what i'm gonna be

Coping is one thing to endure
And then comes  with it-The Acceptance
Now whom should i look up to for consultancy
When the whole world seems to have accepted the Change

I want to fight it, I want to resist
I don't want to rest, till i get over with it
But my gut tells me; its not an easy manoeuvre
Though i fight  harder; Change is definitely going to be the winner

The face of Change is cruel to me
But i don't seem to blame the Change for it
Am i a weakling or simply a coward
For i seem to concede myself to defeat

Should i try harder, or should i let it be
This is damn confusing as it had always been
But i want to start fresh and clean
Let the Face of Change change me!

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Another story which proved "shit happens! move on"

The end of another semester! Finally the day came, after 4 months 2 days and some x hours to return home from the extremities of life at NIT DGP. I was waiting for that day eagerly and when the day came, it was no big deal for me to pack my bags and head for home. I knew how everything would turn out to be. I knew that carrying my heavy luggage wouldn't be a piece of cake, and the Black Diamond express at Durgapur Railway Station won't wait for me long enough to put my trolley inside the coach, and i won't be having good dinner nor would be having a good night sleep.And after returning home, my mother would be appalled to see me become thinner than i was during winter vacation and will start feeding me, correction.,she would literally stuff food items into my mouth till my stomach aches and wouldn't take a NO!Mothers! What else can we say?!

BUT as we know, life always has something in store for us! It always amuses us in every single way. Life's a bitch!

 My luggage was inexplicably heavy, but not more that last year's. And surprisingly, the black diamond express came late (it never was late before). And what's more amazing was that there was no rush for getting inside the coach.And all my friends got in! (the other time, three of us missed the very train). And the train had very few passengers! I must say i was thanking almighty for He made that part of our journey a bit easier!

 We  safely reached Howrah Station from where we proceeded towards the Food Plaza, the restaurant at the railway station which serves food tasting like saw dust; which we can't avoid but eat 'coz there's no other alternative. Of course the food tasted like crap; but when you are with friends, you just eat it as if its a strawberry short cake(not that i like strawberry cakes!). Now what can we say about that? Friends they are! Always there to make things easier.

   So we walked out of the restaurant, to get some cool drink to help our stomachs digest that uncooked rice. At last , i thought---
                        "hmmm.....well,this wasn't as bad as i thought. its really going good. i might even enjoy my summer vacation not feeling lonely and bored"
       Now life has no intentions to let me remain in comfort zone. So it just flashed a thought into my head. My head asked as in reciprocation-
             "hey! mom and dad didn't call. Seems like they are getting in the drift of not irking me with their frequent phone calls.Thank God, they are not freaking out! Seems like Today's the day!............
and then.....................................
shit!
Where the heck is my phone!
Did i keep it somewhere else?Did i give it to Sravani or NVM? Or maybe i kept it in my bag.
 I searched for my mobile frantically and asked people if they have seen it. And the result was negative.



Now i know the obvious reactions from my family.Mom's gonna worry even more thinking about my safety, dad's gonna say,"don't worry dear! i will get you another mobile, but just reach home safely".And my brother, he's gonna laugh about it.So, thanks a ton,dear life. You really made my day!
          Friends came to my rescue when my face looked like a burnt potato after losing my favorite mobile. Sravani and NVM suggested lodging a complaint in the Railway Police Station would at least decrease the damage that's done. I considered that, not for regaining my lost mobile, but to have a look how police station will be like in reality.(i know...i was thinking of a little adventure or may i say, an experience after having lost something.Really,nothing can be done with me :P)

                          So, this police station i told you about wasn't  a big one actually! Didn't have goddamn cells for thieves! Damn, i expected more from a police station! I couldn't stop my excitement after seeing a constable with his rifle standing at the door. I was trying to stifle my laughter. But was in vain. Oh, why was i laughing? I was actually having a big gag in my mind about the way things turned out. Just few moments back i thought its all cool and now here i was , heading into a police station! Really, this is not a game, this is LIFE.

 I am sure that the head constable who was taking complaint of another victim who lost his cell phone was amused to look at us girls, with smiles on our faces. We went inside and sat on that old wooden bench and was waiting for our turn to speak up and surveying the whole place as if its a Buckingham Palace!The Police Inspector was busy talking on phone(now this phone's age could be more than mine)looking at which i had this severe urge to just touch it and make a call from it and feel the ecstasy of using it. But i did control it and thought i should make my face look sad for they aren't gonna believe me if i was smiling enthusiastically and say "Sir! I lost my phone. lol. hahaha!!"
  Not so convincing with happy face ain't it. So i waited for the man to put the antique phone down and told my story that i must've lost my phone in Food Plaza. Now this big man gave me a big lecture on how to take care of our belongings in a railway station and blah blah blah! At last , after it felt like eternity, he handed me a piece of complaint paper or as they say FIR to fill in the details. Neither he nor was i sure of its recovery, but still, i gave my mom's contact number. That done , we came out of Police Station like some heroes who accomplished something, and my burnt potato face became a cheery mango face.
                 
                                     I wouldn't have liked it when everything was okay! There has to be something to drive you. To make you feel things. To let you acknowledge the importance of certain things. I don't say that i really enjoyed losing my mobile to someone at a railway station. All i say is,
                                  Yes! I lost my phone! But i learnt a lesson. And i understand the significance of it.
And yeah, by the way.....LIFE'S NEVER PREDICTABLE

P.S.: The rest of the journey was comfortable except for few annoying things which are common. And i gave my friends' phone numbers to my mom so she could sleep peacefully and not freak out about my journey. And man! that was a big mistake.
                             

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