The Namesake

I fell in love with the story. . . . . not in a way that it made me laugh rapturously or cry hysterically through it or that it left me angry or flying high, but like a love affair that grows subtly and quitely below the surface, till you wake up one fine morning and find that your life has changed in a way you cant explain.

I was very excited and had been waiting for this one movie for a long time now, more so because I had read the book and had heard such rave reviews of it.
I will not go into explaining how the movie looked and felt, coz that is a very personal experience, and i am here only to share a part of mine . . .

I had the read the book a long time ago(2003), and there were many aspects of it, and now that I look back at the time and age I was in , I am sure I could not have felt or realised the depth of many of it intricacies - coz then I was not so well versed with the world and life and the way life flows, and I can't blame myself for not being able to appreciate it its true dues then. Yet it did not fail to touch a chord, and I recommended it to my mom, as I do with all things I like. And what she shared of her experience reading it, surprised me. She was moved in a way I did not know then, but now can at least begin to comprehend now . . . . . .coz it talks of lives uprooted, reworked and weaved a tapestry into. It may look simple from a distance, but only when you close u can feel the waves of threads and the unique texture every inch of it has acquired.

Curiously somewhere between watching the movie adaptation, thinking of the book and munching cheese popcorn, a relatively simple and funny memory reared it head . . .
As a kid, often exasperated by things as little as power cuts, I would ask my dad the question that why did he not settle abroad when he had the option and opportunity to. And he would always reply back saying - " Because of your mom, she can not bear the cold there."
And maybe for the first time today I can smile at his reply, and be glad for the decision he took. Yes life would have been interesting no matter where i would have been, but then today i don't want to trade any bit of it for a flake of snow. And cold of the body may be cured somehow, but the of heart might have killed all of us.

"Living the bliss", reminded me of the Patronus in Harry Potter, and realise it or not may we, those happy moments don't just come and go in a fickle, they leave imprints for a lifetime and turn out to be such surprising reservoirs or strength and peace.
And that was also an example of how the mind remembers what the heart felt, it ties unsuspecting ends together, and nurtures the color of the that fabric I mentioned a little while ago.

And I have a lot of reasons to remember this one . . . a very long time.