Stanley Ka Dabba

As the name suggests, SKD is about a kids tiffin box as they fondly call it Dabba in India.
Wait... it ain't about the jumpy feeling we all usually had as kids,just before the lunch time to discover the yummy food in the fancy, colorful boxes we carried from home.
It's about the innocence, the learning fire with a day starting with zest and bending creativity round the clock.It's about counting our blessings , for life is a gift to enjoy, learn and share.
Stanley is a sweet and creative kid, good at recitation and verses.He has a zeal to live life and doesn't care about things he doesn't have.Things he doesn't have? No, they are not fancy pencil boxes, bags, shoes or sports wear.It's a mum that he doesn't have who an cook his Dabba.Sad...:(.
He never shares this fact with his friends and manges by drinking water during the recess everyday until his friends figure out the truth and start sharing their dabba with him.
In context is also an insensitive teacher , who outsets him from the class failing to bring a dabba and thinking that he gulped his share (the teacher's share ) from his friends (stanley's friends) dabba.
Baby Stanley , then manages to bring a tiffin to the school after absenting for days as instructed by the "khadoos" teacher,which makes the teachers heart melt.Funny are incidents where this teacher searches the boys during the lunch break to greedily gulp their homemade food.


The movie addresses a  very important social issue.The kid manages to bring the dabba from a "Dhaaba" where he works after school.He prays at night to his late parents and his quest , his smile are unparalleled the next day onwards again,meeting his friends and sharing his food from the dabba with his teachers and friends making up stories how his mother manages to bring the best vegetables from all over Mumbai and Punjab and cook him the best food.
A heart touching story.Scenes look real just like from my and your school.The teachers room conversation reflects different personalities.Picturises Indian household lunch boxes and how they are an integral part of our growing up years and later too. Reminiscence of  our school days as kids.Also reminds us how lunch break unites us with friends, colleagues and teachers too  in this case.

Morning Sickness --------> Morning Lousiness

Morning sickness is what I diagnosed as my pathological /psychological /lame excuse problem but, after some self research on the literally definition I came to know that this a term used to define and describe nausea in expecting mommies. So sans the pregnancy I now call it morning lousiness.

I pledge every night to get up early in the morning -> exercise -> get ready -> eat a healthy breakfast > get some fruits in my bag -> reach office early (even on time would be good for me) -> read ET -> work.

What I do is : get up late in the morning -> mostly do not exercise -> have my healthy breakfast ->watch TV -> read infotainment section \ gossip in the newspaper ->call friends -> chit chat -> lie to my friends that I am all ready -> rush to get ready-> forget the fruits -> reach office late -> work -> eat junk.

The quest to live the perfect life comes from my obsession towards the art of living and positive thinking stuff that I read a lot and follow very little. The above analysis was done when a friend questioned me repeatedly for days, about the reason I get late for work. So it was a kind of serendipity realization.

I was quite an early riser from the very beginning until a friend at my first work place told me how he managed to sleep till late and watch movies in the morning before coming to office and how life was so relaxed for him.

                                                                                                 

Well, one fine morning I was getting ready for work during my early rising days (but still within flipping through the channels) when I noticed Julia Roberts romancing Gere and I couldn’t resist watching Pretty Woman for the fifth time! I reached office around 11:15 am and everything around seemed to be cool. So this gave me all the more courage to watch movies before going to office and hence getting late and having lousy mornings.

That cringing back to bed again and again, lost in dreams, thinking in the head to go early yet sleeping again. Watching TV as if I am Osama tin laden to miss any of my footage on the reel or a highly sought after Hollywood actress. Then hurrying up at a speed, as one would fear missing the last space ship in 2012 to take off the habitation to a protected place.

Seriously doing something when you are least supposed to do it, gives a high, thrilling feeling. Leaves a rebellious streak and king \queen of ones will type of attitude.

 Nevertheless it then becomes routine and then one tries finding ways to prioritize. A vicious circle it is: Control, loose, lose control and end up having a lousy morning.