Vita è bella, La !!!

Vita è bella, La !!!

I was just rifling through some of the movies I had brought from India and stumbled across the english version of this film. This search ended up with me sitting on the couch for about 2 hours intently glued to the television ( yeah !! with my glasses on !! ). I had seen the film many times, intially to try and grasp the intensity /simplicity ( whatever you may like ) of Roberto Begnini's acting, but later on just for the sake of seeing something really nice.

Anyway, I am not writing a review of the film because there are people who have analysed it as minutely as possible. It was after those 2 hrs that I spent about an hour just thinking. I would just like to digress into one of the pretty peculiar habits that I have for a moment. Sometimes, I guess this happens to everyone ( specially people with as much 'lukkha' time as me ), you tend to start thinking about any particular topic, maybe as mundane as trying to recollect the minutes of the last meeting with your boss, that you feel as if grabbed by an invisible hand and pulled at an overwhelming speed through time to some particular comment made by a particular person at a particular instant of time. What I mean is that the chain of thoughts is so fast changing and intertwined that you find yourself something which has nothing to do with what your current business at hand was. Retracing your thoughts backwards provides you with a very nice opportunity to revisualize moments which were lost in the depths of memories for a long time and they even have the power to make you smile at a joke cracked by some friend maybe 3-4 years ago.

Well, enough of digression, what i was getting at with this paragraph long description was that I spent an hour doing exactly that. It al started with me thinking how beautiful life was or whether it was beautiful at all or not. ( It's just that the weather was awesomely romantic outside and I am a genuine PISCEAN !!! ) As usual, you start comparing your current life with the one in the most recent past. For me, and I know for sure for quite a few of us, it was KGP.

As usual, you start comparing your life with the life just passed . For me , and I know for sure for quite a few of us, it was kgp. There was a day when the infamous Bong trio ( Kaak, Sono and Rono ) went to celebrate the conclusion of a particular end sem with very little money in their pockets and a huge apppetite for food ( of all possible forms .. read .. solid- liquid ). Well, for once,( its a rarity .. believe me ), the trio, we, had enough money for food . But the ambience was just too demanding and irrestible not to wet our stomachs with only water. So started the search for methods and people, all of which had the ultimate motive, beer. And by god's grace came along different messiahs in the form of one Arif Abu Bakr and gang. By that time we had well mastered the art of getting the job done even after having little or no chance, i.e. in this case fill our quota of beer in spite of the lack of financial resources. Thus like victors we finally left 'Park' with an amazing sense of accomplishment and 'happiness' in our souls and took one of our rambling walks through campus before ultimately depositing ourselves to the care of 'Champa'.
This brings me to the point where I relived a very recent memory. ( I too have a cauldron of memory strings like Dumbledore ). My desktop has a picture of the same trio and a very special fourth member sitting at a posh restaurant with expensive cocktails in their hands. This made me recollect us four walking out of the posh restaurant it this case with the same sense of accomplishment and happiness which was there a few years ago. The place was different and the alcohol was different ( more expensive , less effective ) but the feeling was the same , maybe just a touch added up due to the joy of meeting after a long time .

Well, Life was beautiful a few years ago and life was beautiful a month ago as well. The I realized that it wasnt the weather or the lovie which made me smile and feel happy then ( neither the alcohol ... ) but the thought that there were a handful of people in this world who could make you smile with something they did or said years ago. It is a comforting thought and with it I got out of the couch with a smile on my face ( and a cramp in my legs ).