Three Favorite Directors and their Films

Alfred Hitchcock

The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934)

The 39 Steps (1937)

The Lady Vanishes (1938)

Jamaica Inn (1939)
Strangers on a Train (1951)

Rear Window (1954)

Dial 'M' for Murder (1954)

The Trouble With Harry (1955)

The Man Who Knew Too Much [Remake] (1956)
Vertigo (1958)
North by Northwest (1959)

Psycho (1960)

The Birds (1963)
Family Plot (1976)




Martin Scorsese





Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore (1974)
Taxi Driver (1976)

New York, New York (1977)
Raging Bull (1980)
The Color of Money (1986)
Goodfellas (1990)
Cape Fear (1991)
The Age of Innocence (1993)

Casino (1995)
Bringing Out the Dead (1999)
Gangs of New York (2002)
The Aviator (2004)
The Departed (2006)




Steven Spielberg


Jaws (1975)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

1941 (1979)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

ET - Extra Terrestrial (1982)

Twilight Zone: The Movie [2nd Segment] (1983)

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
Color Purple (1985)
Empire of the Sun (1987)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Always (1989)
Hook (1991)
JurassicPark (1993)

Schindler's List (1993)

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)

Amistad (1997)
Saving PrivateRyan (1998)

Artificial Intelligence: A.I. (2001)
Minority Report (2002)

Catch Me If You Can (2002)

The Terminal (2004)
War of the Worlds (2005)
Munich (2005)

I Am Fine!

"It feels great to watch the flowers breathe.............It's wonderful for me as a person to live life without any baggage on my head or in my heart." [Rahul Bose, actor and director]
I have always lived life on my own terms. Though the aforementioned words of Rahul Bose (whom I admire a lot) resonate with my own feelings, my philosophy in life has had more to do with compulsion and less with choice.
I have always loved the private space, being an introverted person. Most of the times I have kept my little sorrows and my little joys to myself. People like me, who survive, but do not essentially live life, are the ones who are taken for granted by their friends, by their near and dear ones, in fact by everyone around them. Our wishes hardly count. Our dreams are not worth living up to. Our fulfilment does not matter for those who pretend to be our well-wishers.
Yet I have at least felt blessed, well, most of the times. I know that it is a supreme blessing to live, to breathe the air and to walk on this earth. I have often gone out of my way to help others, extended a warm hand to one who asked for it, lent a patient ear to one who poured his/her heart out making me listen to their troubles - on such occasions I have really felt privileged. But never ever did I vent my angst, my grudge, my complaints; never thought of doing so, as I feel so small even to think of doing so. When I felt betrayed, when I felt being used - all I did was to cry in solitude. But I have never looked back in anger or in regret.
I have all along been a laidback person - one who has never been ambitious, but that doesn't mean I never had dreams! I have loved and lost. I have felt destroyedin love. And again and again love has blossomed in this heart of mine. Relationships may be complicated, but true love - selfless, yet passionate love - is so very simple and genuine an emotion. Emotional baggage only comes with expectations that one might have trying to put love in the framework of relational conventions. I am happy at present to be bereft of all that. I can float. I can afford to watch the flowers bloom, not having to bother about setting up a nice bouquet nor to pity on the eventuality of withering flowers. I hate to see myself in the race of life. Call me non-commital if you please, deride my pursuits if you can derive ample pleasure from the task. But trust me, when I say that I feel happy, contented, liberated.
Borrowing from Rahul Bose's film title, I want to say, I Am Fine, really!