Finding Nemo

Animated movies can also be touching and inspiring. The ones smirking at the idea of an animated film being ‘touching’ can might as well stop reading. I watched Finding Nemo movie for the umpteenth time on my flight back to Germany a few days ago.

The story boasts of a wonderful relationship between a father and son - poignant and inspiring - similar to the one we saw in The Pursuit of Happyness. There's a cute clown fish couple: Marlin and Coral. Coral lays eggs which get eaten away by giant sharks and Coral gets killed in the encounter. Only one egg survives - Nemo. The survivor, Marlin, Nemo's dad, loves and pampers him a lot. Nemo asks his Dad, whether he has encountered sharks, how they are, and to what age does sea turtles actually live. Marlin, is a coward himself and has never been into risky areas in the ocean.

As days pass, other fishes of Nemo's age start going to school, but Marlin isn't confident whether his son is old enough for school. He thinks that Nemo can't swim as well as he can. Nemo, insists that he wants to go, and Marlin agrees and takes him there, and secretly watches his son. During one of Nemo's little adventures, he swims away from his shoal of fish, challenges his Dad, gets attacked by a submarine and gets caught by a diver from the submarine to be taken away to a domestic fish tank far away in Sydney.

The story takes its twist when Marlin sets out to find Nemo all the way to Sydney; thousands of ocean miles away. 

He is accompanied by Dory, a female fish, suffering from short-term memory loss. For a father who is on a mission to find his son, a partner with a short-term memory loss is a disaster. However, Dory tries to follow and help Marlin, as much as she could. The movie depicts a wonderful chemistry between Marlin and Dory. Dory is a friend, expects nothing in return, tries to overcome her weaknesses just to be with Marlin and to help him find his son. She tries to remember things and seems to overcome her weakness when Marlin is around! It is notable that Dory swims all the way up to Sydney even after Marlin tells her to leave. But something noteworthy over here is that, this kind of unconditional love and friendship might exist only among fish/animals.

On the way to Sydney, they come across many hurdles and during a shark attack, they both are eaten up! Marlin doesn't give up and they somehow escape from there. Sea turtles come for their help, and show them directions. There is one scene, where, amidst all these hassles, and not knowing whether Nemo is still alive or not, while bidding goodbye to the turtles, Marlin asks them how old they are as he wanted to tell Nemo!! Marlin wanted to tell him about the sharks and how old the turtles were when he meets him next!! Marlin was so positive that he would get his son back...! 

Finally after a movie-hour of challenging waters, sharks, and other hurdles, they reach Sydney. After some more adventures there is a father-son reunion, which is again a visual treat. 

Switching off my in-flight screen, I stretched myself and comfortably got lost in thoughts. 

Did I ever have a friend like Dory? If I were Nemo, would someone come for me, this far?

Birthday Blues

Is there any such thing as Birthday Blues? You know, like Monday Blues. And if it's not a real thing, can we please make it a thing? And generally fuss about it? Because every year, the week preceding my birthday, I feel an awful sense of dread take over me. No, not because I want to be 16 again. It's not even because I've failed to accomplish some random goals I set for myself back in the day when list-making was all the rage. It's just that I feel all this pressure to be extra happy on that day and I often crack under it. It's like, I owe it to the world to wake up all wired and do something exciting on this day. If you're wondering how this is different from Holiday Blues and Valentine's Day Blues, let me point out that there is a certain comfort you can draw from the fact that other people are suffering the same pangs on those days. With birthdays on the other hand, you are singled out. You-with-no-plans-on-your-birthday YOU. You have disappointed the world.

It's awful. It all begins with that first caller who excitedly goes "SO. What's the plaaaaan?" I'm sorry, but I don't have it in me to tell this happy person that I have no plans. I usually lie and say something on the lines of "Yeah, I might go out with some friends in the evening." This is received well. I have found that telling people that you have no plans on your birthday is often interpreted as a complaint. Or you know, sulking. And now they feel responsible - like, it's up to them to cheer you up on your birthday. And while that's sweet, it's also sad (sympathy plans!) and not to mention, completely unnecessary. Also, this method gets tricky as the day progresses. By evening, the questions get altered a bit - "So where are youuuuu? What are you doingggg?" I don't know about you, but I'm uncomfortable about lying when people ask me pointed questions. So I go with the truth. But then, they want to know why. Like, one must have a legitimate reason to not party on his birthday. At this point, I usually feel like Joey in that episode of Friends where they all turn thirty. You know? Where he looks up at the ceiling and goes - "Why, God, WHY?" Two more calls on these lines and I'm almost depressed. 

But see, this 'Happy Birthday' culture has been around for so long, that I'm now primed to think that this day is special. Or that it ought to be. Which means that even if I've had a fairly decent day,  I'm going to feel disappointed if no one made me feel special and I didn't get out of bed with a gush of happiness in my chest. This is absurd. I am not eight years old anymore. Presents don't excite me (well, not as much at least) and the people who love me, do such a fabulous job of it on all the other days, that it really shouldn't matter if they are not particularly affectionate on this day. It shouldn't matter even if they forget. But somewhere deep inside, it does matter. And it sucks. I blame this on pop-culture priming. I mean, who is the genius who came up with the term Happy Birthday anyway? I think about it and it makes no sense. I mean, is it logical? Is it rational to expect people to be visibly happy every year on the day they were born?

What's worse is this unwritten Code of Birthday Ethics floating around. For example, if we're in the middle of a really bad fight and you're not talking to me (because I'm never the one who stops talking to people because of a fight), you still have to call and wish me on my birthday. I'd understand if you're using the birthday to break the walls, make peace, that sort of thing. But most people who follow this rule, usually make a very quick, extremely awkward call and then immediately go back to ignoring you again. 

And then of course, there are the people who feel like they have to wish you because they've been doing it for many years or because they are related to you and though you've both drifted so far apart and really have nothing to say to each other, they still feel like they have to do it. Though they're secretly just waiting for the day you forget to wish them on their birthday, so that they can conveniently forget yours the next time and this pointless tradition can finally stop. 

Don't get me wrong. I love birthdays just as much as the next person. As long as they are other people's birthdays. I love planning and throwing surprise parties, picking unique, thoughtful gifts, etc. But see, I only do that for the people who matter. And if it were up to me, I'd only wish the people who matter. Because to me, the only thing that makes sense about celebrating birthdays is to show people that you are happy and thankful that they are in your life. Which basically means, you consider it a cause for celebration that they were even born. Makes perfect sense. 

But asking people what they plan on doing for their own birthday? That still strikes me as absurd. It's not like I even chose to be born. How is this a cause for celebration and pray WHY, am I expected to be happy on this day! 

Especially since no one usually gives a crap if you're not happy the day after. It's like they're saying - "That's it, we're done indulging you. It's someone else's birthday today and that person actually has plans."