Sunday, November 25, 2012

Melbourne French Festival

The Melboune French Festival - Paris to Provence, November 23rd to 25th.

What a wonderful 2 days it was. When I had first come across this event months ago, i had decided that i just had to to experience it and so I marked the date down in my claendar and blocked these 3 days off. Few weeks later on their facebook page, was a call for volunteers to work at the festival and I was just super duper thrilled. Not only was I going to experience it but I could become a part of it and that is  an even better way to experience something. So i wrote to them and volunteered for the event.

It was only in the later part of October that all the interested party was called for an interview/discussion  with the aim to finalise our participation. I eagerly went over to meet the organizers at a hostoric and beautiful location, the Como House and Gardens in South Yarra where the festival was also going to happen.

During the meeting I was introduced to Laura and Sam, two gorgeous women who have been organizing this for three consecutive years now. Laura shared her story about her love for all things french and her desire of bringing her culture to melbourne in the form of this festival. They gave us a tour of the site and a visual picture of how all the marquees will look and where all the various events will happen.

The Como house is a victorian house of the days gone by but its splendour and grandeur not diminished in any way. The potraits, furniture, linen, wood work, cutlery etc of the house speaks its history. The grand ball room of the house was going to be the palce where all the talks/seminars were going to be held and at once i decided that this is the event i would be the happiest to manage. The tour done, we all signed up for our activities and interst areas and left waiting for the grand day to arrive.

Another great thing about being a volunteer was the uniform consisting of red hunter boots, white tee with navy strips and a straw hat! o la la!! i coudnt wait for the festival to come!!

Well finally the 23rd arrived and would you believe it, I was down with fever and a bad cold. Body ache and a runny nose didnot allow me to go on the 23rd. Very upset I let Laura know and hoped I would be fine on the 24th. Thank fully I got much much better and reached the festival grounds 9 am sharp to get into uniform and begin my day.

As I had chosen I was given the responsibility of managing all the events in the grand ball room which included ticket checking, room setting, coordinating with the speaker and rounding up afterwards. Sounds easy but has quite a bit to it. Logistics of any task is always underrated but has huge impacts, and I learnt to maange logistics of setting up a room for the speaker. Managing customers who walk in with a booking insisting on lack of knowledge, system errors and the worst 'i wasnt informed', phew! dealing with them was a huge learning. But the biggest learning of all was my interactions with the speakers.

Off all the speakers I will always rememeber Jane Webster, an author and Jenny the owner of French Provincial magazine. Their stories, their journey is such an inspiration for me as they have succeeded on the path i have always wanted to take as a writer and an editor of a publication. It was really a very encouraging experience to have met with them and to have known them.

A little bit about the rest of the festival.. imagine beautiful victorian house grounds and gardes set up with spotless white marquees and embellishments like metal scultures and flowers. Stalls of all things french, clothes, accessories, soap, cheese, bread, perfume, antiques and much more. Aroma of coffee in the air mixed with melting cheese on a baguette and visualise hot and yummy crepes and pies all things nice. Free flowing french wine drowned with increasing sounds of music and laughter, what can be more delightful and heart lifting. Floating mime performances and comic actions by Monsieur Fatty, live accordian perfomances and magic shows to add to all the merriement. Exciting competitions like crossioant throwing and espargot eating brought out the child in everyone. Basically eveyone was left wanting for more.

At the end of two days of fun and france i dragged my tired but very happy self back home with the fondest of memories and a pair of bright red shiny hunter boots!!!!!!


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

i still havent found what im looking for

Since I was little or as long as I can remember Ive been a great fan of the movies. They have been the singlemost uncontested love that I have had ever since I was a child, to the extent that I find myself quoting from them in real life situations. To be honest I am not a fan of all the genres, i am a romantic movie girl, always have been, always will be!

Having watched a whole ton of romantic films today I can see the pattern in all of them, a pattern that made me love them, that i would look unknowingly look out for and find comfort in. Every story begins with a girl who has either never really been in love or due to unimportant situations doesnt believe in love anymore, who meets her guy in the most uncommon of places, falls in love but doesnot explicitly express it although it is explicitly recognised by eevryone else ( who play an important role in the end), gets hurt, leaves the scene, however few scenes later is pursued by the guy or in some cases vice versa, makes a heart wrenching confession of love and well lives happily ever after! From Cindrella to the current day's Andie and Sams the story doesnt really change..

Today was perhaps my zillionth watch, but today I am intrigued and compelled to question this pattern?  Does this pattern make the story or do all stories have this pattern? Given that I am somewhere still stuck in the first few scenes of my own story, do i need to have this pattern clear? Are these stages the defining stages of a narrative or is it experience of wise men being expressed over a medium called film making? I guess right now I dont have the answers and well somewhere i really dont want the mystry unravelled.. But what is true as of now is that I still havent found what I am looking for......

Monday, October 22, 2012

Is there really a happy ending for all of us?

This post is not meant to be sad or one of dejection. In fact it is a thought, a reality or a proablity that I have been doddling with for quite some time now.

Through all my years, all 27 of them, everytime things went wrong or dint go my way, I was told by friends, family and sometimes by movies and books that for every bad thing that hapens, life compensates with something good. I grew up with this belief and took this concept for granted and waited for a whole lot of compensations. But what got me thinking about this was when I read about tragedies that have happened to people over time across geographies which could not have been compensated for. History tells us a lot of stories and a whole lot of them are about tragedies that have happened to mankind and for most of them there has been only pain and suffering. The Nazi concentrations camps, the world war, sati system, slavery, civil wars... the list can be endless.. Then I read about biographies of people Parveen Babi, Rekha beautiful people with tragic lives. Yes there can be arguments that some of the choices they  made caused them pain but overall there has been uncompensated suffering. Two incidents that has happened in my time... the Taj bomb blast and the Jill Meager murder case which really shook me up to the reality of tragedy.

Im not saying that we should all live in the hopelessness of a happy ending, just that a happy ending cannot be taken for granted. So many of us today complain about little pain and setbacks forgetting that no one really promised that all wishes will be fulfilled and that there are deeper and stronger wishes that god needs to fulfill across humanity. So my message is to count our blessings and pray for a happy ending!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The old list!

Every girl has this conversation with herself once every now and then.. This conversation is about the feel good factor, the little self motivation, the personal cheer of the solo cheerleading squad which she needs every time reality kicks. So what is this reality? the dream job being turned down, the girlfriends not being there over the weekend, the parental pressure or the most common but very painful one - the breakup!

Yes the song "we are women, hear me roar" was written with great thought and spirit as it was about picking ourselves up when times are down or making no matter what the circumstance. But life is never easy and everyone needs a bit of help! This help is the personal chat with ourselves which helps us gals see the larger picture of life and smile through the pain.

This blog is about my list, my own version of "when the dog bites! when the bee stings! when I'm feeling sad! I simply remember my favorite things, and then I dont feel, sooo baaa-aaa-aa-dd!"

1. To look beautiful and tempting at the same time - so get a haircut and buy the way too expensive dress"
2. To travel to a foreign land and find myself - look at Europe tour options and plan a holiday
3. To become a writer for my favorite publication - so I write in my blog
4. To write in my diary or read my book in a quaint little cafe - go to a cafe asap
5. To be saved by my prince - watch my favorite films
6. To relive the favorite dream of the perfect proposal - play my favorite song

This is to all my girls who dare to dream and dream again! love you all

Friday, August 31, 2012

Why the title?

From the time I sarted talking about myself seriously, which came from a place from getting to oneself a little bit, I told people that "I am a people's person". Whether it was a job interview or a discussion on what I would like to do. It's only now that I have understand myself a littel bit more and the realisation that hit me triggered this blog. It may seem very obvious and not at all an aha! moment to few but to me it was and it made me feel good about myself.

Comfort of conversations is a tremendous comfort to me. The warm feeling of being able to express oneself through words and seeing the listener understand that and reciprocate is a sense of wonderful security and joy. we remember different encounters in life for different reasons, some of us remember achievements, some rememeber painful events, some moments of togetherness with a close one, some great bargains and purchases while some, travels and picturesque scenes.. What i rememeber the most are conversations that I have had with certain people, which have stayed with me and keep coming back to me and its those moments that i look out for everytime I meet someone new.. To me, that's the most exciting part of knowing someone and remembering them..

Not too difficult to guess that Im a romantic at heart and believe in the power of words a lot.. But sometimes I must agree that silence communicates a lot too and can be more powerful than the said word.. however, this blog is definitely not about silences:) 

A stranger seems less strange after the first hello, the comfort of conservations begins after that.....