Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Band Of Brothers

I am currently hooked on to books and Movies which have World War II as their central theme. And when we talk about World War II, how can we forget the book 'Band of Brothers' written by Stephen Ambrose.

Book Review


book cover of 

Band of Brothers 

E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler's Eagle's Nest 

by

Stephen E Ambrose

The book is an International Bestseller in which the author pays tribute to the men of Easy Company, a rifle company which is part of the 506th Parachute Regiment , 101st Airborne Division of U.S. Army. Easy Company along with Dog, Fox and Battalion HQ companies made up the 2nd Battalion of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment.

The book starts with the rigorous training of 140 men and seven officers at Camp Toccoa, Georgia who are part of the Easy Company in the summer of 1942. They came from all walks of life and all corners of the country. The book describes the intense training to toughen up the soldiers.What made their bond strong was a intense desire to kill Germans and do their country proud.

By late spring of 1944 Easy Company had become an elite company of airborne light infantry. They saw their first combat action on early morning of D-DAY (Day when Allied forces landed on Normandy beach in France).

The book covers the epic journey of this company from training in Georgia to the dangerous parachute jump on D-Day to the fierce Battle of Bastogne (a town in France) where the company came under heavy fire from Germans. Lying in the cold and freezing weather in the forest at Bastogne was the breaking point for the entire company. The sense of brotherhood in difficult times and to see your friends die under enemy fire was the toughest test which the company had to withstand. They lived and suppressed feelings which were always there, fear of dying, fear of wounds, fear of putting the lives of your men in danger. They saw their officers break down, strong men who were trained to lead.

The Epic journey continues after capturing Bastogne onwards into Germany and finally to 'Hitler's Eagle's Nest' in Berchtesgarden. The Author has interviewed many survivors of Easy company and the entire book is filled with narrations from the soldiers. The entire story moves on the recollection of these men which is interspersed through out the book.

The Author describes these soldiers as breathing, living humans with their prejudices and short comings. Though they come across as heroes, you can always see the frailty and  human emotions which makes the book such a wonderful read.

Stephen Ambrose has written a wonderful book, a piece of history which we all must read. He has given us the opportunity to peek into the life of soldiers and how life was during World War II. The sacrifices made by Easy company were tremendous and I salute them.

Mini Series Review

For all those people who would rather see it than read the book, HBO has made the book into a 10 part mini series which is produced by Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg.

I saw the series first and then read the book. The series is a must see, it has been shot very realistically. You become a part of Easy Company and identify with the men. The series has  followed the book to a T. Every part starts off with the surviving members of Easy Company describing the events in their own words and then series continues.

A must see TV series for all the movie buffs and people who enjoy watching history unfold in front of their eyes.

Monday, 26 April 2010

Some Other Dude Did It

I swear, 'Some other Dude did it'(SODDI), I was not even there, I have been framed. This is a conspiracy and now I will be called a cold-hearted killer.

Oh! have I lost you? Hang on, as the mystery unfolds...

 One morning as I stepped in the bath tub to have a shower I was greeted by a many legged guest who looked like a younger brother to the picture below and was trying to oust me from my own bathtub by scurrying hither thither.


I don't take kindly to such behavior and so I blasted the poor guy with a jet of hot water and totally drowned the sucker. His death was quick and hopefully painless.

 But now, I am being haunted by his death, I have nightmares in which  hundreds of his relatives are out to attack me and some of them are vicious and look like this.

 
The nightmare starts with a cold dark night. As I am running through the forest, I hear leaves rustle, I turn to see a giant Spider running towards me. I am running with my heart pounding and I see more and more of these creatures chasing me in the darkness. I always get up with a cold sweat. 

Damn! Harry Potter, that 'Aragog' totally creeped me out. I am resembling a Raccoon these days with dark circles the size of saucers under my eyes.

Last night, I finally stopped running and faced the giant creature, I asked him why he was chasing me. He said you are a murderer, you killed my son...I said...how could it be? I was not even there, some other dude did it. He was not convinced and told me of a witness and  that I was indeed there as his brother has seen the murder from the ceiling.

(I quickly consulted my lawyer and he told me that it is quite easy these days to be a terrorist and  a mass murder and still deny about it, just go for SODDI defense, learn from Kasab). I said to the creature, I pledge innocence and  that I was far away from the scene where the murder was committed. I am being framed, now could he just leave me alone. He vanished and  I woke up with a smile on my face. 

(I am so going to die and be eaten by spiders, plus am ready for the hate comments from all you nature lovers. Frankly, I still hate these 8 legged creatures and would kill again with vengeance).

Saturday, 24 April 2010

Sometimes all you can say is, WTF?

Social media like Facbook, orkut and twitter have literally exploded in our faces these days. Friends and relatives are coming out of the woodwork as though, after a long period of hibernation. Everyday I get friend requests from people I have lost contact with for more than a decade. 

The conversations start with excitement as we have so much catching up to do. After the initial furore things cool down once we discover that we are not the same people any more, the ones who bunked classes together, had beers and danced like maniacs to the beat of Hindi movie songs, gave a shoulder to cry to broken hearted classmates as they sighed and yearned for the attractive girls of the class. 

All of us have changed, we have families, jobs and responsibilities. We are no longer the carefree people who thought that the world lay at our feet and we could conquer it all. The bond with classmates though not broken is not what it was earlier, it has weathered as time has elapsed. 

There are some people who still have not realized this and they come barrelling with their questions and their judgemental statements which never fail to royally P*** me off. A couple of conversations with some such specimens and all could say was WTF? 

A classmate from MBA days was on chat a few days back and here is how the conversation was, remember I have not met or spoken to this guy in 13 years and we were not particularly close in college.

CM(classmate): Hi
LP: Hey
CM: how u been? long time...huh?
LP: am fine, yep, a long time...
CM: Do you have a webcam? 
LP: Nope, why? 
CM: Want to see how you look...
LP: Lots of snaps on FB, go check them out, I still look the same...
CM: OK, married?
LP: Yes, happily, 10 years now...
CM: Kids?
LP: No kids.
CM:What are you waiting for....?
LP: What do you mean???  (This was just wtf....did I ask you why you have kids ?)
After this he just stopped chatting abruptly...thank god else he would have hell to pay from me.

Another conversation was with a junior from college. We were good friends in college and have kept in touch on and off over years. As I said earlier, judgemental sentences from anyone, be it relatives or friends have a weird effect on me... I become angry and can become quite rude and abrupt...

Junior: Hey
LP: hey, how u been?
Junior: Fine...how have you been?
LP: Planning to move to India...with recession, things are tough.
Junior: ok, why don't you try coming here...for a job...life is quite good.
LP: Well, I will have to check up with Hubby, I have no idea if he wants to come to that continent.
Junior: Why ask him? You are still the same...you cannot make your own decisions. You should just tell him that you want to go....that's it...
LP: I was too shook up and angry to respond.
After taking a couple of deep breaths I responded
LP: A happy and healthy marriage does not work like this...you won't understand...

He kept on about the same thing...before I could explode, I just logged out making an excuse of a phone call...Next time, he better beware.
I always wonder, is it curiosity or plain stupidity which makes people ask such questions and make such statements?

I have ranted about the same thing in my previous post 'Close to my Heart'. People just forget boundaries and what is considered 'Kosher' when you talk to someone.  Some questions just don't invoke anything else but the feeling 'WTF'?

Do let me know of your 'WTF' stories and we can all write a book on it titled 'Chat Etiquettes for Dummies'.

Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Silent Tears

Hamid tossed in bed just like every night and tried to fall sleep. He could clearly hear the ticking of the bedside clock as the minutes dragged on. He turned over to see his wife Mahtab sleeping next to him and his one year old son Mohsin in the crib by her side. Mahtab had come to UK just over two years back from Pakistan and Mohsin came in the world 10 months later. He was the apple of their eyes, a sweet and bubbly child, full of laughter.


Mahtab stirred and in a sleepy voice said " Not able to sleep? Should we go to the doctor? Are the dreams still haunting you?"
He said " There is nothing a Doctor can do, you go back to sleep, It is nearly time for Namaz."
Mahtab's brows creased with worry, she checked on Mohsin and slipped back under the covers. 
Hamid got up from the bed silently and started to prepare for the morning prayers. After his prayers he sat near the window with a cup of tea and waited for the sun to rise. 


The sun rose behind the trees behind the Apricot trees and Hamid could hear the hustle and bustle of the market close to his house. He saw people going about their work, women off to the bazaar to haggle with the vendors. He saw his mother serving green tea, Roht and Apricots to his father before he left for work. His mother beckoned him to come and have breakfast, Hamid got up from his chair and moved towards his mother. On the way, he stubbed his leg on the sofa and the image of his father and mother evaporated in front of his eyes. His eyes searched in vain but realised that it was just a dream, he was not in Kabul anymore but far away in a foreign land. 


Hamid went to check on Mahtab and Mohsin who were sleeping peacefully oblivious to the storm raging in his mind. He had not been able to sleep for quite some time, the doctors called it post traumatic stress disorder and said that he was suffering from extreme anxiety.


How could he let go?  How could he forget that fateful night? Every time he closed his eyes he could see the faces of his family floating in front of them. They called out to him and whispered in his ears. His sisters putting Henna on their hands, his younger brother flying a kite on the terrace, mother making his favourite food Lavash and Qorma. His father engrossed in account books and his grandmother chopping vegetables. 


Hamid was a student at the University, he wanted to be an Architect and design beautiful buildings. Life was so carefree and full of promise, and then everything fell apart. The bombs started falling, destroying everything in its wake. The whole city became a battle ground with gun fire and mortar shells, the dust and the smoke. Hamid's uncle lived in Pakistan, his father decided to move the entire family there before the border closed down. They made preparations for the dangerous journey, food was packed, jewellery and cash was hidden in the bundles, clothes were sorted and a vehicle was arranged for the journey to the border into Peshawer. 


They were to leave at dawn the next morning, the entire family tried to rest in the night and get ready for the tiring day ahead. Hamid was restless, he was unable to sleep, he got up and stepped outside the house to take a last look at the city he loved so much. He walked towards the Apricot trees in the back garden and looked up at the Moon. He could hear gun fire in the distance and the 'thump', thump' of bombs exploding on the other side of the city. 


Suddenly he heard a deafening boom, Hamid was thrown to the ground. He got up on shaky legs and saw a big hole in the roof of his home. The trees near the house were on fire, the windows had blown apart. He ran towards the house, his feet crunching on broken glass, Hamid called for his family, he screamed out their names till his voice was hoarse, no one answered. He could see the moon through the roof now, he hastily ran to his parents room and saw that a whole wall had caved in where the bed was, he ran to the room where his sisters slept and found them lying on their bed as if still asleep. He shook them, cried out their names but he knew that they were never going to wake up from this sleep. His brother's room was next to his parents and Hamid could never forget the scene of mayhem. Now, Mansoor will never ask him for money, to buy kites ever again. 


These images kept flashing in front of his eyes, his entire family wiped out in a single night in front of his eyes. Try as he might, Hamid could never forget them, he still mourned their death, he wondered why he was still alive, he had no answers, he just let the silent tears fall from his heart.


P.S: This is a work of fiction. I was inspired to write this story after speaking to an Afghani friend. Her husband lost his brother after a bomb hit their home in Kabul. Such stories make me feel so small and petty for ranting on things which are hardly significant, especially so when you get to meet survivors and listen to their stories.

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Dekh Bhai Dekh

There is no dictionary meaning for eve teasing, Wikepedia describes it as :

"Eve teasing is a euphemism used in India, Bangladesh, and Pakistan for public sexual harassment, street harassment or molestation of women by men, with Eve being a reference to the biblical Eve."


After I moved to UK, I literally felt free, the lack of 'Roadside Romeos' was quite a pleasant change. I do not have to think twice about what I am wearing or how I look in a particular dress. I do not have to keep adjusting my Dupatta or check myself in the mirror many times to see if my dress was transparent or low cut. 


There are no catcalls or random comments hurled at me or any other woman walking in the street. All women can actually take a walk without being X-rayed with lusting eyes or lasciviousness grins. Men will not rub against you, grope you or pinch you. You can actually give a smile and say 'good morning' to  a perfect stranger without the fear of the man following you and asking to do 'fraandship' with you (these losers don't even spare you online). 


More than 15 years back, while travelling in Bangalore city bus, I felt someone pinching my backside...I turned to see a crooked tooth, middle aged man giving me the X-ray look. At first, I was embarrassed which then quickly turned to anger. I was wearing heels and pulled out a safety pin from my purse. I angled the safety pin and jabbed the man and rammed my heel on his foot. I saw him turning blue in the face, his hand had retracted and he was trying hard not to scream. Ah! the pleasure was all mine. I hope he learnt a lesson for life.


The whole point of talking about this incident was to talk about 'Blank Noise'. It is a project started by Jasmeen Patheja. This is what she has to say:


"We experience eve teasing daily. It is a sexual violation but we ignore it. At the same time, we structure our lives to avoid the occurrence of it - by 'dressing decently', 'coming back home on time', etc, thereby making unwanted rules for ourselves and not recognizing ourselves as citizens.

This daily silent experience of street sexual harassment is what comes closest to the term blank noise".


Photo Credit: Blank Noise


A fantastic project of which I came to know only while trolling on the internet. I feel we should spread the word around and all you bloggers should Blog about this project. They are on Facebook too. They have loads of information on their website and Facebook page on how you can volunteer and become a part of this project in your city.


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Another campaign which caught my attention was 'Stop the Sag' campaign run by Senator Eric Adams in New York. He launched this campaign targeting youth to pick up their pants and tighten their belts.Young men wearing their pants as low as their knees and showing off their underpants. Wearing saggy pants has been in fashion for quite a few years now, inspired by the unbelted and oversized prison uniforms. The sag has achieved new heights in recent years with the pants worn low enough exposing the wearers underpants.



Is this fashionable? Really?

I for one am all for being individualistic but this sure is just not what people want to see. I have ranted about the fashion trend and the horrors of 'Low Waist Jeans' in one of my earlier posts 'Of Buttcracks and Cleavages'


The next edition of my 'Web trolling' finds will be put up soon. Till then...keep the comments coming.

Friday, 16 April 2010

Corporate Ladder and Satin Bedsheets

This post has been itching my mind for past few days and how much ever I try to make it humorous, the funny words just refuse to come.


I have been working for the past decade or so and had the chance to work in different companies with different work ethics and environment. Indian companies have evolved and so has the work culture. We now spend most of our waking hours at the workplace and it is like a second home to us. The workplace is like a big dysfunctional family with some members we want to completely avoid and others who bring comfort to us.


The work culture has changed drastically in recent times with people having long work hours and the pressure to perform. With the influx of more and more young blood each day at the workplace most of us have become expendable. There is fear of getting overshadowed in this race to climb the corporate ladder. In such situations anything and everything has become acceptable. There is an insane rush to get promoted and stand out from the crowd.


All throughout this work journey, I have come across specimens at my work place who never failed to amaze me. There have been some instances in my previous jobs wherein some of my female colleagues were ready to do anything to climb the rungs of the corporate ladder. A fat pay check and a designation were the motivation for their actions. Dressing provocatively, with necklines plunging lower and dropping subtle hints with their body language, a flicker of an eye and a promise of a little something to the Boss were a few of them.  These colleagues climbed higher on the rungs and were awarded promotions and pay raise without any significant contribution to the job at hand.


People like me who thought that their work and dedication will speak for itself were left behind. It always irked me when colleagues with pea sized brains but who were considered 'Hot' always got to cut the cake and eat it too. The male colleagues too flocked around them, helped them in anyway possible, even shared their workload.


I never knew how to interact with such people, I felt as if I stood out like a sore thumb in midst of such chaos, I could never fathom their reasoning or play the game. My definition of morals definitely took a beating.


A recent conversation with a friend in India is suddenly making me feel ignorant and naive on the subject of morality. It feels as if suddenly the definition of morality has been re- written. People are flaunting affairs with colleagues and a romp in the sheets with their bosses as something which is matter of fact and nothing to be shocked about. All under the name of 'Karna Padta hai' (It just needs to be done).


I am not taking a moral high ground here but one thought is stuck in my mind, What happens to people like me who don't go with the flow or bow down to popular notions? Who prefer doing their jobs to the best of their abilities and expect to get their due. Who are not ready to bend the rules just to jump a few steps up on the corporate ladder.


Will it be a hard fight for us to make it to the top? Will some of us get tired of fighting and  change sides and then 'Sab chalta hai' attitude will become the slogan?


I am angry and ranting cause I have been the 'Fall Guy' too many times since I refuse to play the game. I expect to get promoted on the basis of my merit and work and not by ample display of my lingerie, looks and charm.


Here is a short clip from the TV series 'Friends', where Rachel starts smoking for her career.





P.S: This is definitely a rant and readers you can rant your heart out in your comments. I know many of us face this situation and it feels really good to vent out our anger.

Monday, 12 April 2010

A lesson in Theology


Oh! You Atheists and Agnostics please do not run away from this post, I am not here to preach about God. This post is all about how a casual walk with a couple of youngsters turned out be an interesting one hour, trying to answer difficult questions and admiring the thought process of the younger generation.

Yesterday, Hubs and I took our friends kids, a girl aged 8 years (M) and a boy aged 10 years(K) for a walk near the Lancaster canal. Our friends were going to join us there in some time.  The kids are boisterous and intelligent, always full of questions and curious observations. It all started with their recent fad of making wands out of sticks, a la Harry Potter style. Being a Harry Potter fan myself, we discussed the spells you can cast with your wand and Hubs created new ones like 'Archimedes Galileo'.

After some discussion about 'How Earth was considered flat by people many centuries ago' , the conversation turned to God. 'M' was walking with me so I was the wise seer for her and  boy!, did she ask some questions? My head made a 360 degrees turn quite a few times and became wobbly at the base, so much so that I had to hold on to it with dear life. 

M: Is there a God? How does HE look?
LP:What do you think? (This googly, splattered my brain on the pavement, I was busy collecting it with a sponge and a bucket).
M: Of course, God is there.. else how do they make all these movies in which they show god (You can't beat that logic).
LP: So, how do you think HElooks?
M: Well, HE has an elephant head and is wearing a sari like thingy...
LP: It's called a 'Dhoti'.
M: Do you think 'God' is right now there with us somewhere on this Earth?
LP: Yes, Could be, I am not too sure (By this time, my brains had been mopped up from the pavement and were lying in a heap in a bucket).
I had to have a counter offensive so I asked her.
LP: So then who is Jesus?  Is HE God ? HE does not have an elephant head, how can HE be God?
M: Yes HE is , my friend J is a Christian and she says HE is...
I have cousins and they have cousins whom I have never met, but you know we are related, so we are a part of a big family even if we have never met. Some of our family in other countries call him Jesus and we call him Ganesh (At this point I was in a completely 'awwwww' moment).
LP: Hmmm...

And then our conversation shifted completely to other important things.
M: Do you know how this world was made? How earth was made?
LP: I so wanted to spew out the Big Bang Theory...but thought it would lead to questions, for which I had answers, but which her 8 year old mind is still not ready to process. I went for the safe 'We are still trying to understand a lot of it'. Scientists around the world are working on it....
M: She was a little shocked with my answer...I could see the wheels turning in her head 'How can that be, we have questions and how can there be no answers?'.
I dodged a few such serious questions like 'Can a Crocodile and a Duck have a baby together?' (I had messed up a talk with a teenager about birds and bees sometime back, so did not want to take a risk with such an impressionable mind).

I could see hubs and 'K' walking a little ahead of us, having a mock Sword fight with sticks in their hands(Ha! Men can always amuse themselves with guns, wars and sword fights. It is left to us women to think and ponder about the big questions of life).

I could see our friends some distance away, walking towards us when another question was hurled at me,  'What is infinity?' 

I breathed a sigh of relief that my dignity was still intact, even after an hour long 'Theology discussion' with an 8 year old. I suddenly have a renewed respect for school teachers who handle more than 40 such youngsters each day.

P.S: It was so refreshing to know, how a young mind works. I was glad that the conversation was not about clothes, games and TV or other materialistic things.

Friday, 9 April 2010

Atithi Devo Bhawa (Guest is god)

All of you from India or of Indian origin know the meaning of the post title. As you know, I am talking about house guests. I read a post at 'Musings' which inspired me to ponder and write this post.

Over the years since my marriage, hubs and I have been entertaining house guests in myriad size, shapes and attitudes. Even living in this phoren land, there have been very few months when we did not have a guest. It has been wonderful to have friends and relatives dropping in, even if it is just for a day or two. In India, families of friends and friends of friends have stayed over to avail of our hospitality i.e. free lodging and boarding. I am not
complaining folks, it was easier in India when you had someone to cook and clean and do other household tasks for you. 

In UK, similar to other western countries you don't have a butler or a maid helping you out with chores. It all falls down on your shoulder, you become the official toilet scrubber, trash collector, dishwasher and cook. In this situation 'Atithi Devo Bhava' phrase can sometimes grate on your nerves when guests are inconsiderate. 

Though I am well practiced at entertaining guests, I get nervous jitters many a times when guests are about to land in. The thoughts are rushing in my mind, I get self conscious about the house and am busy scrubbing, cleaning, chopping, grocery shopping and what not. I am aflutter with emotions and activity and hubs thinks I am acting crazy.

I sometimes wonder, does the same thing happen when the situation is reversed and I am the guest and not the host.Do people really take similar pains to make their house habitable for guests? 

I have my share of horror stories while visiting people over, even if it was just for dinner. Being too finicky about having a spotless loo (I think I inherited my mother's genes) I cringe at an unkempt bathroom. Always praying, that I do not come out having contracted some life threatening disease after using that darned hole in the floor. I know that not everybody is so particular as I am, but for me, hosts lose points in their hospitality ranking when I feel like a jedi after having used their facilities. 

I remember an incident when we had gone for dinner at an aquaintance place and I went in the kitchen to help the host in setting the table. I saw a gigantic cobweb hanging over the stove. I would have chucked up at that instant but a firm hand on my mouth stopped the deluge from pouring out of my guts. I hummed a song in my head and dreamt of fields of sunflowers for the feeling to subside. I picked at my food trying to find an army of spiders and spiderlets in my Pulao. The poor suckers must have been mashed to a paste, cause I did not find even a spindly leg. I looked over at hubs and he was busy tucking in (I am sure most men would not lose their appetite over a cobweb). 

The dessert served was my favourite 'Rassagulla' (Milk balls in Sugar Syrup). I looked lovingly at the white balls nestling in the syrup. Just to be polite, I restrained from grabbing the dish and chucking them straight in my gullet. To avoid my obsession, I looked around, gave a few smiles and lo behold!! I saw a fat chunky green house lizard precariously balanced on the wall just above the dish that held my salvation. My hopes were shattered, I excused myself and ran to the hole in the floor. That was the jewel on the crown. A public lavatory would have been cleaner except for the smell. Suddenly, I was transported to my school days and the chemistry lab, the smell of ammonia was quite over powering, since I had no option, I did use the facilities. I came out and understood how people feel after experiencing hurricanes and other natural disasters, I was all shook up. After reaching home, I scrubbed myself raw under a hot shower.

I understand that people have busy lives and sometimes do not get time to throughly clean up their homes. I don't mind a bit of dust and untidyness. I am untidy too, when it comes to my closet and taking care of the mass amounts of junkmail. What I don't understand is,  being totally oblivious about hygiene. It is something which has been imprinted in my mind since childhood, scrubbing the loo and the kitchen are things which cannot be ignored. Keeping them as if they are souvenirs from some natural disaster is totally uncool.

Many of you might find me to be nit picking and overtly judgemental. But hell, that's the way I am (imagine what hubs has to put up with). Don't get scared after reading my post, I am not such a bad guest even if I seem like one, here. I will help you in setting the table, picking up the dishes after we finish eating and if I feel particulary charming on that day, will not pick at my food, search for lizards in your house or come out looking green to my gills after having used your restroom. 

So, when do I get an invite?

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Words to Remember




Just like Indian movies have their famous lines 'Kitne Admi the? (How many men were there) from the movie 'Sholay' and 'Mere pass maa hai' from the movie 'Deewar', here are a few of my personal favourites from some specatcular English movies.

1) "Houston, we have a problem." 
This is a line from the movie Apollo 13 where stranded astronauts on a mission to the moon struggle to survive in a crippled aircraft some 205000 miles from the earth.

2) "My mama always said, 'Life is (was) like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
The words made famous by Tom Hanks from the movie 'Forrest Gump'. A story of a simple minded man who proved determination, love and courage are the most important things in life and you can achieve anything.

3) "After all, tomorrow is another day!" 
Scarlett O'hara from the movie  'Gone with the Wind' made these words famous. An epic tale of a woman's journey through the most difficult time in American history.

4) "A martini. Shaken, not stirred."
James bond 007 signatory drink. So many of us try to copy his charisma.

5) "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." 
The closing lines from the great movie 'Casablanca'.

6) "I am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
These lines go through every woman's mind. I am a sucker for romantic movies especially, 'Notting Hill'.

7) "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void." 
It does make you wonder about your own life, right? Beautiful lines uttered by Meg Ryan as 'Kathleen Kelly' from the movie 'You've got Mail'.

8) [Harry and Sally discussing orgasms]
Sally Albright: Most women at one time or another have faked it. 
Harry Burns: Well, they haven't faked it with me. 
Sally Albright: How do you know? 
Harry Burns: Because I know. 
Sally Albright: Oh. Right. Thats right. I forgot. Youre a man. 
Harry Burns: What was that supposed to mean? 
Sally Albright: Nothing. Its just that all men are sure it never happened to them and all women at one time or other have done it so you do the math. 
This is followed by the famous fake orgasm by Meg Ryan from the movie 'When Harry met Sally'. This movie never fails to make me laugh.

9) "I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
Another winner from When Harry met Sally'

10) "I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse".
The menacing words spoken by Don Vito Corleone in 'The Godfather' the best ever American gangster film ever made.
Being a huge movie buff, these lines have left a mark on my mind. These lines have become so famous and memorable that even if we want to, we can not forget these Movies.

Please add on to this list if I have forgotten any other famous lines.
I leave you with "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn," spoken by Clark Gable in the celebrated Civil War epic, GONE WITH THE WIND, which was voted as the most memorable movie quote of all time by the American Film Institute.