Love Story :P

Okay, I confess i am jobless and a little too lost. Hence { Mental note: I should use this word less often, once my report was rejected because of the words "hence" and "therefore" :( . Anyways :P }, I read "Love story" by Erich Segal, yet again, today :D. I lost my copy of the book a couple of months back :x, so I'm trying to scribble down stuff frfom this favourite book of mine, for memory purposes :P.



I'll try to put down as many as possible /)



#We spoke in whispers.
'Hey, Jen...'
'Yeah?'
'Jen...what would you say if i told you...'
I hesitated.She waited.
'I think...I'm in love with you.'
There was a pause. Then she answered very softly.
'I would say...you were full of shit.'
She hung up.
I wasn't unhappy.Or surprised.#

# ‘You want to marry me?’
‘Yes.’
She tilted her head, did not smile, but merely inquired:
‘Why?’
I looked her straight in the eye.
‘Because,’ I said.
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘That’s a very good reason.’
She took my arm (not my sleeve this time), and we walked along the river. There was nothing more to say, really.#

#‘Ollie, think,’ she said, her tone kind of pleading now. ‘Sixty goddamn years old. Nothing says he’ll still be around when you’re finally ready for the reconciliation’. #

#‘Hey, listen, you bitch,’ I said.

'What, you bastard?’ she replied.
‘I owe you a helluva lot,’ I said sincerely.
‘Not true, you bastard, not true,’ she answered.
‘Not true?’ I inquired, somewhat surprised.
‘You owe me everything,’ she said.#

#CHANGE OF ADDRESS
From July I,1967
Mr and Mrs Oliver Barrett IV
263 East 63rd Street
New York, N.Y. I002I #

#I began to think about God.
I mean, the notion of a Supreme Being existing somewhere began to creep into my private thoughts. Not because I wanted to strike Him on the face, to punch Him out for what He was about to do to me – to Jenny, that is. No, the kind of religious thoughts I had were just the opposite. Like when I woke up in the morning and Jenny was there. Still there. I’m sorry, embarrassed even, but I hoped there was a God I could ay thank you to. Thank you for letting me wake up and see Jennifer.#

#We all have our idiosyncratic ways of coping with grief. Phil’s was to clean the place. To wash, to scrub, to polish. I don’t really understand his thought processes, but Christ, let him work.
Does he cherish the dream that Jenny will come home?
He does, doesn’t he? The poor bastard. That’s why he is cleaning up. He just won’t accept things for what they are. Of course, he won’t admit this to me,but I know it’s on his mind.
Because it’s on mine too.#

#‘Oliver,’ said my father urgently, ‘ I want to help.’
‘Jenny’s dead,’ I told him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said in a stunned whisper.

Not knowing why, I repeated what I had long ago learned from the beautiful girl now dead.
‘Love means not ever having to say you’re sorry.’#

~Love it :) ~

AWFUL! is the word!

Short term memory loss !?!

Watched GHAJINI today.. Liked it quite much.. Adding to the line of Aamir khan movies :D

Anyone who has watched it would agree it is a kind of movie that has an impact on you for quite a worthwhile time.. However what struck me most was how an audience would find it so different to see someone with a so-called short term memory loss problem. 50 first dates is one of my favourites, the one in which this girl has a 1-day long memory retention power. It did not strike me then, but ofcourse there is a very strong social message attached to Ghajini.. which compels me to find me and you too, just like the protagonist, in a way. Sometimes, we are so touched by some issues, emotions n stuff that are on the screen. We suddenly begin to feel for it so strongly. We hate the particular situation or evil thing portrayed in a story so much. And then ... a day gone, n we get busy with our lives so much, we can't see how the issue effects us. Infact, in a day or two, it doesn't even remotely appear to touch our lives. And anything that's not directly effecting me, doesn't really seem to have a long term influence on me :-?

Doesn't it seem a little like even we are patients of the same DISEASE of having a short term memory? We see child labor everyday, we see all sorts of corrupt things every minute ( we are part of it too many-a-times), we feel so touched n charged when we watch a TZP, or a Phir Milenge, and then the memory is lost. We don't seem to remember what we have seen; we don't even seem to know it's happening around us. I feel worried when i know i am part of a society that is suffering from a short term memory loss. Aren't all of us patients of the disease too?


Does anything seem to make a difference to us? Child labor? Child abuse? Women trafficking? Poverty? Disability? Even if any of these make a difference to us, am i doing anything for it? And if i am not, do i even deserve to be a part of a place where human beings, with the same senses that i am gifted with, are living in devastated , deprived and unjust conditions?

I donno, i guess. I just am sure of the fact that i am simply doing nothing for any issue, and i don't see how little acts can add up and make a difference someday.. I am not sure if whatever is being done in any corners of the wide, huge world, is sufficient enough to make a difference. I am just dawned with a little horrifying realization that i, like a million others, might as well be counted as a patient of a short term memory loss medical problem.




And we still find it amazing to see the aamir khan character on the screen. Some watched with their mouths wide open how the character could not remember anything after every 15 minutes. I'd still appreciate the character. At least he tried like hell to keep his memory intact. We don't even care to be cured.

The most amazing part is that we don't even know that we are patients. We even forget that too /)
huh!

And still, we would prefer calling ourselves superior to any other animal.


I don't see how we really are :-??