5 Marks Above an A

Black. Sanjay Leela Bhansali's masterpiece. Another great film under the great Yash Chopra. Amitabh Bhachan and Rani Mukerjee are so brilliant, 5 oscars for best performance (each!), just wouldn't cut it. How can one praise the most vivid, the most inspiring, empowering, and realistic performance that the greatest critics would probably never see. One can't. It is far from a performance. You are so emerged in the darkness that every glimmer of light you catch, there's hope. You feel graced by such light, that you can't help but wonder why this movie is called "Black." Black... black... black is radiance. Black is beautiful. B.L.A.C.K is the first letters one who is deaf and blind learn. "Black" is a Bollywood movie inspired by the life of Hellen Keller and does what no movie has ever done. There is no greater inspiration. Find this movie and watch it.

Love. No this is not another movie. But after a conversation with my father I have become curious about the true meaning of this word. What he called acceptance, I called more. Love is the existence of compassion, the intensity of passion, and something that happens that one can never truly explain. Love is beyond emotion and therefore beyond control. It is about showing care and how much intensity you bring to that care. Words is knowledge, but the heart is deaf to logic and blind to law. But it does have a boundary. Compassion is the care. Passion is the intensity of the care. As human beings, we long to feel passion, we long to experience it. Passion is like a game. But whether we lose or win, we play. Passion like the game, is about experiencing passion and not so much attaining it. Because we reach the goal, and it's over. It's anti-climatic. But during the game, we are thrilled and excited. Some return to the game to experience it once again knowing very well that they might lose. Some never even make it to the end and never understand. Some make it to the end, and are content with the experience. Passion is the game. The game is the intensity. Compassion on the other hand is our humanity. It is who we are. Every human being is fully capable whether intentionally or unintentionally. Human beings feel and there's no other way to put it. So taking these two ideas we see why people fall in love and why they are capable of falling in love more than once. We also see why love between a mother, is different from love of a wife. But why does it happen. It just does. Love is something that happens... sometimes it doesn't. That... is love.