Watched the 55th National Film Awards ceremony..
Shankar Mahadevan sang "Maa" and by the end of his performance, everyone from the President to Manna Dey to Yash Chopra to Priyadarshan to Percept's Shailendra Singh to Sonam Kapoor to the Army men on President's security were teary and eyes of some even failed to contain.. Reminds me that all of us are humans.. And when Shreya Ghosal sang "Yeh Ishq Haaye", a camera caught the President humming the song along.. Truly music transcends or I may say art transcends.... actually, what not??
After the National Awards were announced, I managed to catch a couple of the awarded movies which I had not already seen. And I realized what I would have missed had it not been for the National Awards recognizing these fantastic creations.. I am eagerly waiting for the English or Hindi versions of others..
If not for the National Awards, I would have not known that Priyadarshan who directed the three utterly funny characters in a slugfest for money in "Hera Pheri" could with even more finesse depict a silk weavers inability to buy a silk saree and his subsequent trysts with communism in "Kanchivaram".. And that Shailendra Singh and Percept who manage the big and the rich including many of our dear cricketers, also support regional cinema and produce movies like Kanchivaram..
Its great to see that the National Awards recognize good cinema and retain credibility amidst the numerous pompy showy popular cliche award functions..
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
I got my ultimate motivation for life
With my internship going on at Rabindra Nath Tagore Medical College and Maharana Bhupal Hospital, Udaipur, I am currently posted in the Department of Paediatrics.
There was a small girl aged around 3 years admitted in the ward with pulmonary tuberculosis. She had been in the ward for the last 18 days and it was my first day in that ward. The girl had to be discharged and I called for her attendants to educate them about the medication schedule. I was shocked to find that the girl was accompanied by just her brother who was 10 years old.
They had come from a village, some 70 odd kilometers away from Udaipur. Out of curiosity I started asking that boy for some more details. He told that he had got his sister admitted here for the third time in the last year. I asked him about their parents and about what he did. Then came the ultimate shock. He said his mother conspired along with some man and killed his father and then left the two children and ran away. He does cleaning work in a marble factory and tries to bring home at least one meal a day. His grand mother lives with them. She is very old and just about manages to make rotis from the aata he brings.
Even if he can't get medicines for free or on subsidy, he pledges to buy all the medicines and wants to see his sister back normal again. He couldn't easily find a free Tuberculosis drugs (DOTS) distributor near his village and the one he found, asked for Vitamin M (money) from an already deficient kid.
How easy it could have been for him to leave her sister somewhere and run away or even run away from home himself and earn and have it all by himself. I don't want to be preaching here, but flashes of news articles about female foeticide did whoosh through my mind. Life isn't always easy but may be it won't be worth living that way. This incident I feel is going to serve as a motivation for me through my life.
There was a small girl aged around 3 years admitted in the ward with pulmonary tuberculosis. She had been in the ward for the last 18 days and it was my first day in that ward. The girl had to be discharged and I called for her attendants to educate them about the medication schedule. I was shocked to find that the girl was accompanied by just her brother who was 10 years old.
They had come from a village, some 70 odd kilometers away from Udaipur. Out of curiosity I started asking that boy for some more details. He told that he had got his sister admitted here for the third time in the last year. I asked him about their parents and about what he did. Then came the ultimate shock. He said his mother conspired along with some man and killed his father and then left the two children and ran away. He does cleaning work in a marble factory and tries to bring home at least one meal a day. His grand mother lives with them. She is very old and just about manages to make rotis from the aata he brings.
Even if he can't get medicines for free or on subsidy, he pledges to buy all the medicines and wants to see his sister back normal again. He couldn't easily find a free Tuberculosis drugs (DOTS) distributor near his village and the one he found, asked for Vitamin M (money) from an already deficient kid.
How easy it could have been for him to leave her sister somewhere and run away or even run away from home himself and earn and have it all by himself. I don't want to be preaching here, but flashes of news articles about female foeticide did whoosh through my mind. Life isn't always easy but may be it won't be worth living that way. This incident I feel is going to serve as a motivation for me through my life.
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