I recently revisited Woody Allen's magnificently shot, moody, sympathetic dramedy "
I was inspired, and here, in random order, is mine.
1. Scorsese's films.
2. Gulzar's poetry.
4. A strong frappe- no ice cream, no chocolate sauce- with good writing to enjoy.
5. Unexpected, random e-mails from estranged friends.
6. A warm walnut brownie with hot chocolate sauce.
7. Her face.
8. Watching a child who has just learnt how to walk stumble around in a store to a beat no one else can hear while his parents are busy shopping.
9. The first rains.
10. The damp onset of spring.
11. Glorious, lazy sunday mornings which combine the possibility of a whole day of freedom lying in store with the urgency of only one whole day of freedom lying in store.
12. Her exclaiming "How did you know that I was just thinking about you?" as soon as she picks up my call.
13. The unending re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S- each episode, with dialogues I know by heart and characters I love beyond belief, feels like a warm blanket I have been using for years.
14. Reading essays I have written eons ago, detachedly musing at the passionately discussed themes which seem irrelevant now, marveling at some ingenious choice of words, chuckling at a forgotten splash of acidic wit.
15. Watching her eyes sparkle as she figures out the murder mystery before the TV detectives.
16. "Indiana Jones", "Casablanca", "The Godfather", "Taxi Driver", "DDLJ", "Swades". Spending hours in front of the mirror after viewing any of these films once again; emulating the leading man and observing the physical similarities between them and me which unfortunately no one else has ever been able to see.
17. Walking, hand-in-hand; irrespective of whether it's around the shining lobbies of a mall on a Saturday afternoon, or across a jubilant park on an Autumn Sunday evening.
18. The arrival of the paycheck after the last few, agonisingly slow and miserly days of each month.
19. The electricity flying through my nerves- faster and faster as the third bell approaches- on the opening day of my plays.
20. The triumphant surge of pride when she laughs at one of my lame jokes.
Mr Allen, what else can a man possibly want? If life, along with all its pain, insanity and disappointments, also has the above around in any permutation-combination, then the ride will forever be worth it.