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ImageTom Hanks can make you cry without being in a movie too.

I remember the first time I cried watching a Tom Hanks flick, precisely because I wept for about half an hour. Cast Away definitely brought out tears in me. I remember pouring out like a girl when I felt my glass was exuberant with emotions. There was this sad part during the final moments in the flick, where I empathize with him. I embody him during those final moments, when I get to see my wife after so many years. All that torment and torture on that island! Hope kept me going. Hoping to get back home to her, kept me breathing. She was the reason I kept hanging on. Her memories had strengthened my will of survival. I had to go back for her. And when I finally return, I find her married to some other guy. That shattered me just as it did Tom, in the flick.

The same sinking feeling I probably would have got, had I read the unabridged version of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ by Alexandre Dumas first. When Dantes makes his escape from the Chateau d’if with the help of Faria, getting back to Mercedes was the only thing he ever wished for, apart from his revenge. However, when he gets back to find out that she had married her cousin Fernand, it breaks his heart. As a child, I wasn’t given the original version of ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’ to read. It was the happier version of the book Dumas wrote, where he gets back to the fidelius Mercedes who waited all those years for him to come back.

We were children back then. Our books were supposed to have happy endings. Our heads could take only fairy tales. Our movies would always end up with smiles and happily ever-afters. Albeit I read the original at a later stage, it didn’t feel the same. I was extremely disappointed by how things turned out in the real world.

I recently watched ‘Extremely loud and Incredibly close’. That justifies the very first line of this blog. I was blown away by the intensity of the misery the family had to face. 9/11 was one of the most tragic events in the history of mankind. The adverse aftermath on a child, whose father was his hero, also a victim of 9/11, was captured and narrated beautifully. It is so touching that I cried throughout the movie. The evanescent presence or rather the prolonged yet moving absence of Tom Hanks was so shattering that it would break me into tears every now and then. Moments when Sandra Bullock would try her level best to speak to her son while the recalcitrant and tenacious lad would retort bluntly was indeed disheartening. There was this time when both Sandra and Thomas really connect and share what they miss the most about Tom. It was subtly written with extreme warmth. Also the time when Thomas Horn breaks, after narrating his biggest secret which he carried with him forever depicts how frustration, angst and misery really look like. Excellent acting by Thomas Horn as well. He runs to his house and destroys everything he ever created. He cries like a boy who has lost everything. So unfortunate and yet so powerful. It really makes your heart heavy.

There is something about Tom Hanks that really connects to you. If he is a father, he becomes very gentle and caring and maybe the best dad in the entire world. If he plays a lover, he becomes adorable and lovable instantly. He just knows how to do it right.

I think you must watch this flick if you are really sad. It would help you in your downpour and add up to your flood.


I ended up working late in the office yesterday. Actually, it was planned. With a consensus between me and my project lead, it was decided that I would pump in some extra hours in order to complete a pending job. Yeah, work I did. But I didn’t foresee that I would be all alone.

It was the first time I was all by myself in the office and that too after the sunset. I worked till 8 PM, additional 2 hours, from my usual time of leaving. The peon had switched off the lights, those not required, and so the rest of the cubicles went pitch dark. I hardly cared as I was busy with my work. I had constantly been glaring at the screen, which was unrelenting too. My orbs would hurt. I was feeling the way I used to, when I would sometimes succumb to insomnia. I badly needed a shuteye. I would occasionally get up from my seat, and peek from the window, down at the traffic. The hustle and bustle below kept me company the whole time.

Whenever I would come back to my seat and engage myself in useful work, I would hear the ticking of the clock, occasional honks of the cars below, din of a drilling machine coming from the building next to ours and sometimes loud shrill of something, which my mind would always confuse with heavy breathing. It was spooky. I know it is hard to work in such an environment. It was eerie. Yet there was nothing that really bothered me as such. I guess, time has made me brave, unconcerned and intelligent.

Yet in the back of my mind, all those scenes from the flick ‘The Grudge‘ kept visiting my head. Yeah, remember that office bit? I would occasionally turn around to check the plant which stood in the dark, that had a bizarre resemblance to a human being, when looked from a particular angle. I would tilt my chair occasionally to have a good look at the door in order to eschew any out of the blue surprises. Even if someone tried to play a prank at such an hour, it was still not good for the heart, so I thought.

Amongst all that non-existent commotion, I worked my way through, without getting consciously alarmed of anything mentioned above, and groped for the switch in the dark to turn off the remaining lights.

At this point, I remembered, how as a kid I used to be strangely conscious of everything around me. I would startle at every movement or noise. I wouldn’t go to sleep for hours, wondering if a monster would come up from under my bed and devour me. I would endeavor my best to avoid watching horror shows on TV, so as to shun any formidable memories later at night. There used to be a spot at my balcony, where I would always study unaffected and unaware of my surroundings on a regular basis. I believed it helped me to understand things better, with the view and all. Until one day I saw a horror show on TV. From that point onwards, I wouldn’t even go to my balcony, wondering, “What if a hand comes from behind and grabs me?”

I am glad now sense has slipped in. I ‘now’ desire for miracles. I want them to happen. So that I behold the unusual.

I don’t understand if fear is good or bad. The only thing I get is that, it is there. It has always been there. It is real. Just in different forms, in all of those eras we lived. We have simply named them. Human minds are built this way. We can’t help being apprehensive. We can’t help being afraid of the extraordinary.

We would always be afraid. Sometimes for a reason, sometimes without one. It is one of the harsh truths of life, which I surmise, keeps us in check, all the time.


Cage is everywhere. Just name a place on this planet and he has already visited it. He is unknowingly creeping towards ‘been-there-done-that‘ world. Why, you ask? Oh, you didn’t. I am imagining things now.

Yeah, I know you are aware of how he has been picking his flicks recently. Yes, he has a bowl filled with chits from fans…er…directors, willing to make a feature film with him. He picks them randomly. He has never been fond of reading his scripts, the precise reason, why I think I can get away with this article. His status – always available. His memory fading – the word ‘No’ has vanished now. Yep I checked it. He can’t say ‘No’ to anyone. Right time for you to rope him in.

The reason I am making such bizarre assertions is, of course, because I think something is not right. He was fine two years ago, wasn’t he?

As a Cage fan, I still can’t help watching his movies, and must I say, I am amazed – how they don’t stop coming! He’s been doing some 4-5 movies on an average every year. Surprised as hell was I when I found out, his next year is already booked with 6-7 movie releases.

I remember reading a column on Nicolas when I was quite young, on how he became an actor and what adversities he encountered in doing so. It was the time when ‘City of Angels‘ hit the cinemas. I was amazed on how talented an actor he was, after watching that flick. I was intrigued by the article and soon he became one of my favorite actors. His role in ‘Face/Off‘ too made us all rejoice beyond limit. I still think ‘Lord of War‘ is one of the finest flicks I have ever seen to date. I have seen him in 21 movies, which is not that big a number considering the amount of movies he has done hitherto.

Some of the greatest works of his life popped up this decade and we are extremely grateful for that. But looking at his past year’s fiasco, I am surprised, how he has been killing himself with tons of work. Well, of course he has been following that regime ever since he was born. But he was young then, remember? Now, he is too old to be doing 4-5 movies. I found HIMYM making fun of him with the quote ‘as busy as Nicolas Cage’ the other day. I was going through the dictionary once, and found the verb form of ‘to cage’ insinuating ‘to act like Nicolas in the movie Ghost Rider‘. Weird.

Don’t you cage off now!

I am a big Cage fan. I will always be. I just wish him to come up with good stuff like ‘The Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans‘, ‘Matchstick Men‘ or ‘Lord of War‘ for that to matter.

Well of course he would bounce back in no time, I am sure. All he needs to do is relax a little. Take it easy man! How does 1 sound as a number?