movies

excerpts from Movies

Ayushi Kenia
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I consider movies to be a great source of inspiration and insights. Movies give you a chance to experience and be a part of someone else’s dream and creativity.

These are some quotes from the movies and shows that I watched this year, that made me pause the movie, note them down and think about them for a while.

Umrabhar yeh hi karta raha; dhool chehre par thi, ayina saaf karta raha. – Ray (Bahrupiya)

Think we miss that touch so much we crash into each other just to feel something. – Crash

You like some because of their qualities, you love someone despite their qualities. – Mindhunter

That impossible anger strangling the grief until the memory of your love one is just poison in your veins. And one day you catch yourself wishing the person you loved had never existed. So you’d be spared your pain. – Batman Begins 

Sometimes you realize that true love, in its absolute form, has many purposes in life. It’s not actually just about bringing babies into the world or romance or soulmates or even lifelong companionship. The love we had in our past, unfinished, untested, lost love, seems so easy, so childish to those of us who choose to settle down. But actually, it’s the purest, most concentrated stuff. – Modern Love (S1 E2: When Cupid is a Prying Journalist)

In a relationship you choose to be with someone who is inherently living in their own reality. – Modern Love (S2 E2: The Night Girl finds a Day Boy)

Mankind was born on earth, it was never meant to die here. – Interstellar

there was something about him~

Mayuri Makwana


there was something about him. the way i wanted to devour
every word that came out of his mouth. there was a sort of mystery. i never knew what he is going to say. i hate that. not knowing what someone is going to say. but with him, it felt right. it was never wrong, never something i wouldn’t have liked. i don’t know if he knew me so well that he wouldn’t dare offend me or he was like that, just the way i would have wanted. he was just the kind of person you never run out of things to talk about. it didn’t feel like an effort.

there was something about him. the way i just wished for some honesty. there was a sort of mystery. i never knew why he always tip-toed around me. i hate that. not being able to be vulnerable around people. and with him, it was always like that. it was never about getting through, always about running away. i don’t know what made him like that, was it me or was it his life, i would never know. he was the kind of person you never talk about intimate things to. it always felt like an effort.

on loving but mostly not loving ~

Mayuri Makwana

I just wanted to let you know I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t love you anymore.

I have grown out of you like I grew out of my favourite dress when I was 13.
I didn’t want to, but I did.
I think when you stop loving, you either stop loving them gradually or finally.
Finally you stop loving someone who obviously wasn’t right for you.
Gradually you stop loving someone who could have been right for you.
I think I gradually stopped loving you, almost as if I wasn’t meant to.
Now that I think about it, what does “right for me” mean anyway?
Who is right for me? Someone who’d have to trim their square sides off to fit in my circle?
No, you have forced me to believe that that is me. But I know I’m not like that.
The thing I like the most about people is how different they are.
Even when I’m writing this your words keep ringing in my head like accusations.
Accusations about who I claim to be but am not.
Maybe this is why I stopped loving you.
Maybe the thing I hate the most about not loving you is having to admit it.

That is why let me tell you today-
I don’t love you.
I don’t love you.
I don’t love you.

We, the sinners.

Mayuri Makwana

From going to parties we don’t give a fuck about
to making love to someone who wouldn’t ever have the guts to ask us out.

We love. We sin. We fall. We learn.

The more we try to numb the feeling of being invisible,
the less we feel the need to live happily ever after.

After getting high we toss our shoes in some part of the sea we don’t know the name of,
losing something insignificant was just the start.
Then, throwing empty beer bottles on the ground,
we start laughing our hearts out when we see them break in a thousand pieces.
But we bleed when we step on them, heading towards wherever we want.
We leave behind bloody footprints
and learn from our mistakes.
Wanting to be found again,
we learn what comes around, goes around.

Then one of us says we should wait until we stop bleeding and our wounds heal,
the guy with the green hair refuses and says it could take forever.
It was difficult to decide whether we should move on or wait but someone said who cares and we moved on.
Being the prodigal daughters and sons we were,
with our riches, we make money rain.
Yet we spit on homeless people we come across.
Bare footed around 3 am we play hide-and-seek,
hiding our scars and seeking empathy to pour in our empty jars.
But we are too drunk to notice
and only wish we were sober again.

Wondering how beautiful the dawn would be at 7 am,
we find hope all over again.
But of course, we remember hope is a dangerous thing.
Never to love too much, never to dream too much,
never to hope too much were the promises we had made.
Yet in the 6 hours and God knows how many minutes we had known each other for, we knew we had to end it today.

Some of us fell in love that day,
we knew it was going to happen that’s why we carried the required first aid.
We help each other get over it and marvel at how similar were the situations we had suffered.
But back then we were alone and invisible, now we’re grown and raw, bold and loud.
We race as fast as we can to highest building we could see.
We stopped near the gate and decided to act sober,
the boys act like chivalrous gentlemen and the girls like the most respected ladies.
But we knew we were the fuckboys and sluts of the new age.
We hide our true selves but in vain.
We race up to the terrace.
Some of us win and some lose but nobody gives a fuck.
We feel our hearts beating fast and then faster than ever.
On the 108th floor, it truly was something of a different sort.
We sit down on the floor and confess our sins.
We laugh when we hear some and cry our hearts out when we hear others.
We are the sinners, the lovers and the misfits of today.
Oh the feeling of starting it all over again keeps coming to us, we ignore it and push it aside and curse it and blame it and hate it.
All seven of us get up and stand on the walls of the terrace then we sing our favourite songs.
Then one, two, three.
We jump.

(P.S: wrote this when I was 16, probably one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever written. Thanks to today’s writer’s block you get to read this! )

on movies, empathy and love

Mayuri Makwana

“what do you live for?”
“good music, i think.”
“ahhh, so you are that kind?”
“hey, music is important! sometimes, i just close my eyes and i am in another world.”
“i think i live for movies. for a story, knowing someone, feeling what they feel and what they dream of, what they fear. i feel like i can connect to them.”
“you mean relate to them?”
“no, i connect to them. like, i feel i can trust them. it doesn’t matter if they are a good person or a bad person.”
“yeah, yeah i know your theory that no one is ever a bad person.”
“yeah so i can trust them because i know there is nothing more to them that i cannot see. i wish people were like that. i wish they could be honest and not hide things, their fears, their happiness, their love and lust, everything.”
“isn’t that too much to expect? i mean i am sure even you aren’t like that, you know, so open and honest about everything.”
“i used to be. weren’t we all like that? maybe when we were children.”
“maybe. i think as we grow up we forget to do things for ourselves. we think too much about others. even feeling empathy can be negative. do you think our empathy can harm us sometimes? like, imagine you want to do something but you cannot because you know exactly how bad the other person will feel. somehow you compromise on yourself, not intentionally but out of love. love in the simplest form, this love does not need depth, it’s just a sort of care.”
“i don’t want to think of love as compromising. love should free you and you can care even without compromising.”
“have you even been in love?”
“of course! i have and i have learnt. you should learn too. i would never want someone to expect me to compromise on myself for them. what kind of love is that?”
“oh god. it’s not something they expect, silly. it’s just how things are in love.”
“wait, stop. that’s your definition of love, everyone has a different definition.”
“i never said they don’t.”
“but.. but…!! you are doing this to me again.”
“what?”
“why do you always have to challenge my views?”
“wait i thought its a healthy conversation.”
“it was.”
“this is why i never talk about all this to you.”
“oh, fuck off.”