Monday, September 26, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Pink - the film - is a movie that stays with you even after you leave the theatre. It is a work of art which carries a very important message. It does not preach, it questions your conscience.
Directed by Aniruddha Roy Chowdhury, written by Ritesh Shah, and produced by Rashmi Sharma and Shoojit Sircar starring Amitabh Bachchan, Taapsee Pannu, Kirti Kulhari, Andrea Tariang, Piyush Mishra, and Dhritiman Chatterjee, Pink is movie that should be made compulsory in schools, televised often on the small screen and made mandatory for families.
Yes, it is that film.
Pink starts with a party of three men and three women talking in the background. A politically well-connected man gets thrashed by a woman whom he seduces forcibly. What follows are threats, molestation, allegations. The twist here is that the women don't give up and stand on their two strong feet refusing to bow down before the corrupt system and undignified men.
Amitabh Bachchan, their neighbour and a retired lawyer, stands by these women. The court room drama that follows is what makes this movie a masterpiece.
Pink talks about the stereotypes we attach with Indian women that make them 'characterless' - short dresses, late night parties, drinking, hanging out with men, losing their virginity early on. Pink talks about how women 'provoke' innocent men. Pink talks about how the modern Indian woman is a stain to the society and what she should and should not do. And then, Pink talks about consent.
It all boils down to consent. The movie doesn't preach how we should judge this independent woman but how her choices must be respected. Every woman can relate to the second half of the movie, and every man can take away so much from it.
The screenplay keeps you glued to your seats, the performances spellbind you and make you teary eyed, the story is crisp and to the point. I didn't know many actors from before, but each left a mark. Amitabh Bachchan is the greatest actor ever lived - I don't even have words for his contribution to this film and the message he is trying to convey in the way only he could.
I wish every Indian citizen could watch this. We live in times of a new era which is difficult for some to accept. A film like this could help people realise and understand so much. I seriously salute every individual associated with this movie.
Monday, August 29, 2016
We booked our hotel as early as December 2014. Even then, we got it in 160 Euros a night and that too outside the city. LetoMotel was a very clean and convenient hotel. It was right above the train and tram station. There was a mall next to it with supermarkets. There were plenty of cafes around. I wish there were a few restaurants as well, but you can't have everything.
We arrived at Munich central bus station from Wuzberg (our previous stop in Europe) and got our 4-day unlimited transport pass straightaway. It was so cheap and useful. We took a subway directly to the hotel and settled our stuff. A tram was right in front of us and we went to the city centre without losing any precious time.
Every woman we saw on the streets was wearing a drindl. There is no way you wouldn't be tempted to buy one. I bought one too from C & A at Kaufingerstrasse where they were available in plenty. I came back to Bahrain and sold it at the same rate (smug smile!).
Our first stop was Marienplatz where we sat to warm up with our first beer. It was a bustling square and a nice introduction to Munich as a city. We just wandered around later and called it a night.
The next morning we were extremely excited to visit the fest. Our lack of attention to our breakfast needs was going to cause us a lot of trouble, but we did not pay any heed to that. We took the train at 12 noon to Goetheplatz which is very close to Theresienwiese festival grounds. After a comfortable ride, we walked to our destination.
It was a disneyworld for adults. Plenty of rides, colourful attires, happy people, multiple food stalls, tents, the works. We wandered around a bit and decided to enter Augustiner tent for our first beer.
It was just two of us, we were here on a weekday, and we entered before lunch. We comfortably found a seat when escorted by a bier frau to an empty table. We ordered our beer and a chicken and enjoyed the lively music.
The tent had a relaxed atmosphere. We were joined by Taiwanese girls and a couple from Italy. We had fun conversations and had a real good time. After one yum beer we thought this tent was a little too decent for us and so we headed to Hofbrau Festzilt.
Now this tent was something else. It seemed full of energy and a had younger, more fun-loving crowd. People all around were chugging beer and just enjoying a very entertaining band. There was a place in the centre near the band where you could even stand and drink. We looked for a place to sit and joined a few people from America.
It is here where the Boy had a little too much to drink. After having 3 mugs of beer between the two of us (I kept pouring mine into his mug!), we left the tent. He was swinging in all directions and so we thought it was best for us to go back to the hotel.
Ah, I hated the journey back. I had to hold it together till we reached our hotel where he passed out. I was so annoyed that I left him and went to a cafe downstairs! I stayed there for more than an hour and then bought some dinner from a supermarket nearby. When I went back, the Boy was still asleep. When he woke up he had massive nausea and felt extremely guilty.
Obviously our next day was spent touring around Munich!! We went to see the BMW welt, the Englishcher garten and some other places which I can't remember now. Frankly, I loved our Oktoberfest experience (nevermind the hangover!), but other than that there wasn't much to see in Munich. And yes, I bought my drindl this evening just for one visit.
Our Day 4 was a Friday. We had to go to Oktoberfest ground again to see the weekend madness and for people watching. This time we took the train to Theresienwiese itself at around 4 p.m. which was our worst decision. I am scared of very crowded places and this station was a nightmare. It was so full of people, you can't even imagine. When we got out, I just sat on a bench so that I get out once the crowd leaves! On people watching, we noticed a girl was lost and her boyfriend was all over the place hunting for her. It was scary and amusing at the same time.
We thought we will enter some tents and try our luck. Man, were they crowded or what!! Everyone was on the benches dancing. There was no place to stand, leave alone sit! We were here only to have radler though (even after 36 hours, the Boy had hangover from the hangover!), yet a seat wasn't in sight.
Nevertheless, we strolled around and had a great time. There were people sitting on floors. Some were happy, some were crying. Some were being escorted by the police for first aid. Groups around were laughing. People were high, dancing on the grounds. The devil's wheel ride was so fun to watch. The atmosphere was fantastic and we vowed to come back again with more preparation and a few friends.
I will never forget her. And I will never forget this experience as well. I think even non-beer drinkers should go to the fest because ultimately the goal is to have fun which you will have in plenty at this amazing place. Beer drinkers, however, please eat well before going to the fest!
Until next time, Prost!
I chanced upon this blog which has quite a detailed trip report and nicer pictures. Hop over and enjoy!
Thursday, August 25, 2016
- Single income with kids
- Double income with kids
- Double income no kids
- Single income no kids
As for earning his respect for a woman who just 'sits at home' - there are many times I outsmart him or give him advice on various things. I am well-read and almost never have a dumb moment in discussions about the world, politics, economics, entertainment or even sports. The stereotype we attach with housewives is regressive and it is time people met women like me to know the real deal.
Phew! The childfree banner was hard enough to uphold, and now I need to deal with SINK as well. To put it in your words - Yes, I am my husband's princess, and we wouldn't change the rules of our castle for the world!
P.S. This post was the result of a word I read online (reddit) that was used to describe a housewife without kids. The comment mentioned that the world does so much for you and you don't do anything for the world. Much to my agony the word was - parasite. I have only one advice for such people - look into your hearts and delve into your homes before name calling.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
We are frequent travellers with single income. My husband, the Boy, spent all the little savings he had on our wedding and then we started afresh. On our first holiday (honeymoon), we counted every single penny and made the best of what we had. It was an amazing holiday.
It has been 7 years to that and now we can afford to live in 5-star properties. It is a surreal feeling. It is a proud feeling. We don't stay in 5-stars though. I want to have a comfortable old age and plenty of holidays before that - we save for that!
Anyway, why I wrote about this is because when we went to Ibiza, we stayed in our first luxury hotel on a holiday. I had my eye on this hotel which was all inclusive in the area we wanted to stay in. I kept my eye on the fluctuating rate hoping it will come down and I would be able to book it. Yes, we can afford them, but we are still thrifty and smart!
We cancelled our previous booking just 4 days prior to our visit (we always book cancellable hotels), and pounced at the first opportunity at Grand Palladium. It spoiled us rotten with its huge rooms, three massive meals a day, and unlimited drinks before we could head out! Playa d'en Bossa is expensive, this deal actually turned out to be very economical.
We reached around 9:30 p.m. and didn't feel like going out. Yes, we were in Ibiza. The party here starts at 12. But we are 34 years-old and have been there, done that. Now we like to chill! So we just had our dinner at the buffet and were entertained by live performers in the hotel. With an open bar, our evening was set!
The next day we decided to go to the most famous beach for parties in Ibiza - Bora Bora beach club.
|A very happy me at Grand Palladium :)|
Bora Bora was shallow and had gentle waves. But for some reason, it wasn't very clean. We did walk in the water up until Ushuaia, but we didn't really enjoy the water as much.
Ibiza was not living up to its standards!
|Bora Bora beach club|
Well, we didn't know what we were going to witness in the evening! We had bought our tickets online for Avicii's opening night at Ushuaia. It was suppose to be from 5 p.m. to 12 a.m. I had read that the main guy come at around 10 p.m. in such nights, but in order to find a decent spot to stand, we must go a little early.
We landed there at around 9 and walked around the whole place. It seemed that it would be impossible to get a spot. We then walked between the VIP area and the pool railing and found ourselves some space. We thought we will find our way near the pool as soon as someone leaves to buy a drink. Btw, the beer there is 18 Euro and very hard to get because the bar is so crowded. Although we had already had our drinks at the open bar at our hotel, this was not acceptable!
Nobody left but we did squish our way near the pool railing. At around 10 the whole place went silent. We waited for Avicci with bated breath.(!) He came, he played and boy, did he conquer!
The entire show was mesmerising. I have never danced so much in such a crowded place. We could hardly move our hands, but it was so worth it. Every song he played, the laser lights at Ushuaia, the firecrackers, it all made our night. Or, I would say, our entire 15 days in Spain and Portugal.
David Guetta was on for the next evening, but I didn't want my experience to fade. Yeah, I am crazy like that. So we decided to let it go!
We did think about going to Space after the show but we were too tired and our feet were literally swollen! Yeah, 34!
The Boy wanted to go to a nude beach on day 3. So we hired a cab and rode to Es Cavallet. Much to my happiness, there were no beach beds available. We had to take the cab back to our original Bora Bora! Ha! It was indeed fun. And the only nudist the Boy could spot in the beginning of the beach were a very old couple. Ibiza, indeed, did not disappoint!
We did not go to the other beach clubs at Playa d'en Bossa simply because they were way too expensive and probably not as casual as Bora Bora. We had another chilled out day with our free drinks at the beach watching the world (and gorgeous topless men and women) go by!
In the evening we had dinner at this picturesque mexican restaurant, La Dona, at The Grand Palladium followed by a visit to the Old town.
|That's how Mexico will be when we go there? I so wish the food is like that atleast!|
The Old town of Ibiza is so pretty with its port, winding lanes with cutesy homes and petite windows, and restaurants and shops at every corner. We could have easily stayed here and gone to Playa d'en Bossa or St. Antonio by bus or taxi. I would highly recommend people to stay in the Old town and visit other parts of Ibiza from here.
It was a very relaxing and memorable trip for us. I think had we gone with friends, we could have partied more. Nevertheless, we enjoyed every bit of it. I always wanted to go to Ibiza after 'THAT' song and so this was like a dream! Ibiza is the best party place we have ever been to. We thought the beaches in Greece, Turkey, and Cyprus were much better, but the vibe here was great too. It's not a cheap place to visit because of all the hype. It was in our bucket list though, and I am so glad we have been to Ibiza, yeahhh, we have also partied...yeahh...