Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I hate you, like I love you (in brackets)

One of the most sought after flicks of the year, Delhi Belly was a sheer delight. A 'hatke' feast for the eyes and ears the movie has everything young movie goers look for.

For me though one of the most delighting moment was when I saw a friend's name on the screen. His nickname flashed on the credits as the story board artist and stylist for Aru's Tees.

As I left humming the song in my head, my friend and I dwelled in a conversation. A tete a tete about life, career, and relationships.

As the flavour strengthened during the short drive, lives and perceptions, points of view and experiences unlaced comfortably. More like a confrontation of the past and present. A preview of what the future might look like.

Life has its own way of playing with people. Each game has different rules. You cannot compare any two. Cannot play them on same grounds. Each of it is designed for a specific player, best played by him/her.

Life is complicated. Life is unfair. But if that is really so, how do we know what really uncomplicated is? And what is just and fair? The essence of life is in the living. In the 'try me' instead of 'why me'...

There are certain times when we have mixed emotions about things or people. We hate like we love, or love like we hate. I wonder if the two emotions can ever be weighed on a singular scale. But such things exist.

So while we try to rationalize between the rights and wrongs, the emotional conflict persists. And amidst the conflict resolution and trying to achieve a balance we keep humming the song "I hate you like I love you (in brackets)."

My Delhi Belly experience was one such extravagant treat. Inexplicable in simple terms, and yet totally fathomable to an humble heart and mind. And all this amidst a running D K Bose, Nukkadwale Discos, and because "I hate you like I love you (in brackets)."