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Last weekend I watched the movie “Bhaag Milkha Bhaag” (bhaag is Hindi for run) at Wave Mall. I have to say, the movie as well as the behind the scenes is…inspiring.
It is a 2013 Indian biographical sports film directed by Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra based on the life of “Flying Sikh” Milkha Singh, an Indian athlete who was a world champion runner and an Olympian.
The movie shows Milkha’s childhood when Pakistan and and India were separated. It shows the pains he suffered including the loss of his parents, he saw his own father’s head being cut off by a sword. Then the wounds of his past haunt him during his youth. Gradually through remarkable willpower, perseverance,dedication and some really serious hard work he overcomes his flaws and becomes a renowned athlete. My personal favorite part of the movie is when Milka Singh trains in a sandy area surrounded by rocky mountains and pushes the limits of endurance.
I emphasized on hard work because Milkha Singh used to exercise until he could fill a bucket with his sweat.
Now let me tell you why is the ‘behind the scenes’ part inspiring. Farhan Akhtar, the actor who plays Milkha Singh in the movie, exercised really hard to get that muscular look you see in the poster.
Farhan Akhtar before Bhaag Milkha Bhaag.
Farhan Akhtar in Bhaag Milkha Bhaag.
This change took place in 18 months. Inspiring, isn’t it?But whenever I think of exercising and snacks together, the latter prevails.
P.S. The auto correct for ‘bhaag’ (which is Hindi for run) is handbag.
1. It is a school.
2. It does not have a room full of video games and consoles.
4. The whole place is literally swarming with despicable Homo Sapiens called teachers.
3. I don’t like step into the dangerous world beyond the four walls of our home sweet home.
5. Those Homo Sapiens cause nightmares and give homework.
6. Mom! Somehow, you are looking ten years younger today! Is it that new cream dad bought you?
7. Sorry for hiding the truth, your son got exchanged with me when we were babies. I must find my real parents. No time for school!
8. I’ve got a job interview at the Pentagon.
9. I can’t miss today’s episode of Iron Man.
10. The bus-driver overdosed on laxatives.
Day before yesterday, my family set out for a holiday in Mukteshwar. It is a hill station in Uttarakhand, India.
We have a small house there, it is nice and cozy with nice views on all sides. Surrounded by huge mountains, overlooking a valley covered in step farms. The best thing about its location is that it’s next to resort which means no worrying about meals!
The plan was to commence the journey at 4:00 PM, so that the foreseen delay of about an hour could cause no harm. Make reservations for rooms along the way. Then stop only for snacks and resupplying the car with bags of plain-salted chips, candies and empty ones to be filled when motion-sickness and nausea kick in. We were then going to halt at Hotel Bareilly Palace and call it a day. 200km of the journey made and the same amount of it left.
This part of the plan was executed pretty well though we hit the road at five instead of four.It was the next part which never actually came into action due to unavoidable circumstances (really unavoidable circumstances)…
After having an unexpectedly bad dinner at ‘Raj Darbar’, the Hotel’s restaurant which had a reputation for delicious food and desserts, we went to sleep.
During breakfast the next day, my grandfather gave a call to inform us of sad news. He said that it was raining cats and dogs in Uttarakhand, Mother Nature had unleashed her fury. Papa asked one of the waiters to switch on the T.V. placed in a corner and select the news channel. All the headlines said the same thing, the people of Uttarakhand were facing hell itself. The torrential rain couldn’t be stopped and were causing immense devastation, I could only pray for its victims.
We all knew what this meant. Crestfallen, we retraced our path back home. My disappointment was indescribable.
Our holiday to Mukteshwar had suffered a tragic cancellation…
A couple of days ago I happened to come by a post which claimed that dogs smile. I decided to verify this with the assistance of my dog, Joey.
I got outstanding results!
There he was beside the dining table all serious and grumpy when I approached him wondering who was more insane—The person who published that post or myself.
“Hey, Joey!”,I called out to him hoping to grab his attention. He gave me an exasperated ‘What do you want!’ stare.
I said (quite sarcastically) ,” I’d like to see you smile.”
“Please…You’re my pal, right?”
*Alarming turn of head indicating deviation of attention caused by aromatic chicken*
“OMG! The dog’s insane!”