Ten things I want to do before I die!

Read it somewhere. I am yet to decide my priorities regarding the ten things. I shall decide soon and write it down here. Till then it should act as a reminder :)

Made for each other

Made for each other. How often we use this remark 'made for each other'? But it is only for others that we use this phrase. I wonder if two people who are in love, or are married together or in a relationship ever feel the same way that they are made for each other. There are always differences, there are always some things which don't match. But probably these differences are what make a relationship. Atleast, I wish to believe so :)

Forrest. Forrest Gump. My name is Forrest gump.

After waiting for so long (god knows why), I finally saw Forrest Gump tonight. We watch a movie every night on our laptop. Oh, by us, I mean me and my girl friend. I hated to watch a movie on the small screen, and that too the ultra small screen of laptop. But now, it has become a sort of an addiction. I have seen some brilliant movies on this laptop, on which I am typing it out now. I wish I could see these movies on the larger screen. I so wish, but I cannot and so I am content and in fact feel happy to watch those movies at all. It’s a new world every day. I get to peep into a different life every day. I was Forrest gump tonight and tomorrow I would be a German war prisoner. I don different roles every day. Such is the power of cinema.

Ok. This is not what I wanted to talk about. I am not the best person to tell you about how to enjoy a cinema or how one is actually affected by it. I don’t know if you know of one or not, but I have one who lives with me and watches all these movies with me every night. My girl friend had seen Forrest gump some ten odd times before and again tonight when I wanted to see, she agreed to watch it. Now, the movie starts and she is more excited than me to watch it. Movie proceeds, I am interested and enjoy the movie. But I see, her crying at moments. She cries, when she hears Hanks asking his girl friend if his kid is smart. I see her crying and she asks me “this man who is autistic who runs so fast, gets into college football team, gets into army, fights a war in Vietnam, wins a national medal of honour, saves so many lives, becomes a national ping-pong player, becomes a celebrity running around the country, keeps up his word and starts a shrimp business and marries a women knowing that he would die. And still the world calls him stupid. I think the world is stupid.”

I am surprised. I am astounded. She has seen the movie ten times. It is a just an imaginary character. For all you know he might not be autistic. But still she feels such great emotion. She still feels so strongly for it. I can’t believe it. She can relate so much to that imaginary character, cry through his hard ships. I can’t believe it. I wish I could do the same. I would feel much lighter. But I cannot.

I know many of us would like to feel the same as the way she feels but we are unable to do so. Because we’re too grown up to think so. Too mature to think that, an imaginary character on screen can inspire us. Too tired to imagine. Too bored to dream. We wish we could have the same child like enthusiasm but some where we are too entangled in our adult lives that we fail to think like kids. I wish I could be a kid again, where I could fist in the air while watching a cinema, feel the same passion and energy. I wish I could. We all wish we could.