Movie Review: My Mother the Mermaid (2004)

Hey you amazing guys there, Finally today I was able to complete this beautiful movie My Mother the Mermaid (2004) “Ineo gongju” (original title). I had an on and off relationship with this movie for more than 6 months, I guess. The plot of the movie kept my interest fueled for such a long time while I could never dedicate myself to watch it all in one go. So lets review it.

Though the movie starts with a beautiful Korean girl Na-young who works at a post-master just like her dad and lives with her dad and a very harsh and sometimes unbearable mother who does not consider her husband worth a penny. Na-young sympathises with her dad and feel bad for the way her mother treats him and often comes to his rescue as well. She even leaves her very caring orphan boyfriend quoting she has never seen a happy moment between her parents and so she believes she can never marry and be a good wife or mother.

One day when Na-young’s mother curses make her father leave home, she visits the home village of her mother and witnesses that her mother was a very innocent girl at her teenage when she met her father who was working as a postman in that village some 30 years ago. Finally in the end of the movie, its shown that despite of some abusive and non caring attitude, her mother still loved her father very much.

Thats all, Na young finally marries too and has a beautiful daugher. Through the entire way, we see many beautiful scenes of some Korean island, some nice dialogues, beautiful faces, nice acting but not what the director promised us to in the starting of the movie. No mention at all anywhere what lead her mother to be so brutal and why her father could not progress at all.

Finally if you just want to pass some nice time with some beautiful sceneries, acting and direction, go for this movie OR you can just relax and search for a more meaningful movie.

Verdict: Two and a half stars. Not a flashy film.

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To the most beautiful women of my life

Gosh, Lorde kind of does something to me now  which only Preity Zinta and Brittany Murphy have been able to do. To the most beautiful women of my life (at least at that time ).



Deep Proposes to Angie

Check this out this guy Deep must really have a nice girl friend or just he knew how to propose:

I remember how many times, I fought with you and said the day I will get my girl, I am gonna leave you immediately and now after meeting my girl at least thrice, my reaction every time was only that I had to end with them asap. I never told us that I love you rather I never even thought about it and I still do not want to think about it but I just want to thank you from every corner of my heart for being with me and guiding me all the times. I don’t know if goddess exists or not but I know if she does she can’t be better than you. I just wonder when, how or will ever I tell you this?

My Life List

Don’t we all need to get one for us.

My Life List.

My Life List

A life list is like a bucket list, where I write down things I want to do in my lifetime. It’s in no particular order, and I add/delete/edit things as I change my mind. I also cross some stuff off. :) What’s on your list?

My Life List

1. Make a wedding cake.
2. Make a gorgeous dress.
3. Take a photography class.
4. Go to a foreign country outside of North America.
5. Decorate and paint my own home.
6. Train other people’s dogs.
7. Work at a daycare/volunteer or work at an orphanage.
8. Earn my Gold Award
9. Write a full book.
10. Work as a waitress.
11. Go on another Work Camp.
12. Go to an amazing college and love it.
13. Visit Germany.
14. Teach Irish dance.
15. Rejoin Irish dance.
16. Compete in a high-level competition (preferably for Irish Dance).
17. Visit every continent in the world.
18. Do mission work in a foreign country.
19. Become a full-out vegetarian.
20. Have a blog.
21. Become a diplomat.
22. Take voice lessons.
23. Learn to play guitar.
24. Adopt/foster care
25. Meet a Christian artist-Newsboys, Casting Crowns, Kutless, or Josh Wilson.
26. Be a speaker for an event.
27. Write a cookbook.
28. Go scuba diving.
29. Publish a book.
30. Fall in love and get married.
31. Live near Washington DC.
32. See a Broadway play.
33. Learn to surf.
34. Start/run a nonprofit organization.
35. Intern at the state house.
36. Drive a Prius.
37. Be quoted. (Not just on someone’s Facebook page!)
38. Irish dance in Ireland.
39. Translate for someone in ASL.
40. Go inside the White House.
41. See the Seven Wonders of the World, and pick my own Seven Wonders.
42. Add a lock to the Ponte des Arts in Paris with my husband/boyfriend/fiancé.
43. Have a conversation with a deaf person in ASL.
44. Get a sign name.
45. Own a café.
46. Visit a castle.
47. Spend a day in a city somewhere with no plans, just going wherever I like.

Ni Hao/Vue: Bea and Deep’s First Conversation


I have landed home just yesterday and had been thinking of her only but could not get time to call her till my birthday which you guessed it right was today. Logged on to facebook and asked her for number. Called her for the first time and heard her HELLO (Ni Hao/ Vue in Chinese).

A bit mature voice however full of enthusiasm not rhythmic with the tone of  voice and the first conversation we had was about friends. Gosh, when will these Indians grow up and stop showing their thousands of friends and how the friends are so important for their lives and then how some friends are family for her which I might agree with and then how she didn’t not like flights and how she felt when on altitudes. Anyways things have started hitting off including that we might have possibilities for conversations and the possibility for me to understand her.

I never thought why’d I like her, was it because she looked a bitch from my past but why’d my heart jumped for her and it’s a story of our on and off times with each other which lasted years.

Okay, coming to her, she was quite beautiful and fashionable too, an interesting persona, a metro girl . I saw her first through a social media tool and asked for communication which I didn’t get even after four days of waiting and then had to force her for communication through a back channel and then there was no turning back at least till few phone calls.

Bea, yeah that was her name.

Thanks for loving me Angie

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I’ll be forever thankful baby
You’re the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You’re the one who saw me through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘cuz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ‘coz you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me


cropped-crater_lake_oregon.jpgMost probably it was sector 2 and 9 crossing but what were those duplexes doing there. Do they make duplexes in my home town? No, I don’t think so. We were on bicycles and I was not riding Mach 1 (or any other racing bicycle which are my only choice when it comes to bicycles) rather I was on a mountain bike (ranger). They were I think 5-6 guys, looking a bit strange, and she was alone with them. I joined their group only because of her and had no objection from any of her friends. I don’t remember which bicycle she was on. We went straight for around half a kilometer and reached sector 9 & H-block T-junction. Construction was going on in the building on the H-block corner of the junction. She smiled to me and pointed her eyes to the balcony of that building and most probably said to her friends, “Guys, I wanna stay here, Ciao”. We parked our bikes, took the long stairs, reached the balcony. Bricks were red, as the one they used in India. One of her friends followed us up there and spread a lot of things on the floor and started I don’t know what kind of brainstorming with them. This guy surely was African or a native Indian with curly short hair. She moved her eyes as instructing me to move the other end of the balcony far from her friend. I just followed her. I most probably lied on the roof immediately with a side on and she was sitting. She was speaking so much and I was just listening. It was so calm, so peaceful like I never felt before with a girl. Usually when I am with a girl, I have many things running on my mind and I hardly pay complete attention to them but I was so silent, I do not know what magic was happening to me. Suddenly there were some African laborers arguing on the street under us. I looked at her like asking is it the time we should leave. She moved her said in a no. I sat to read her face better and for the first time noticed her completely. She was not white, blunt cut straight hair, I guess, totally slim, small boobs, rather plain body with may be a bit bigger pelvis, wearing a full sleeves bi-sex T-shirt and trousers. I don’t know what happened to me, but I started kissing her on lips, she pushed me back smiling like saying I am too fast, which I usually am and I started saying emotional things to her and I was thinking am I bluffing again or what are real feelings inside me. All of a sudden everything moved and she was sitting on a bed in a room with a mirror in front of bed and for sure it wasn’t India. Suddenly her sister came asking her has she no plans to attend her own marriage and I saw her from her sister’s eyes. She was wearing again a full sleeve white T and blue trousers with a blue jacket on. Her skeleton and pelvis are bigger and face has maturity and most probably she has grown taller than me indicating that I am seeing her after many years however her boobs were still the same, I guess. She threw a glimpse to her face and clothes and moved out to the hall from the back door. These clothes were sure not suitable for marriage. Out in the hall, a father (or priest) type figure was standing, some agarbatties spreading fragrance, one holy book on the table ( later I found out it to be Geeta), some people (none of them Indian). I was wearing a brown three piece (again brown is a color which I can never even think about wearing). The priest asked her that does she take me as her Hindu lawfully wedded husband and I was again smiling because I never told her that I have stopped being a Hindu long ago and she adopted Hinduism, thinking I was a Hindu. Well, this all was a dream, I had on the night of 18th-19th July 2013 but guess its gonna be the first story I will ever write only if I can develop it in a totally differenet way keeping the peace I had in those moments. I thought a lot on the place and who she was but I am just clueless except that she was most probably a native American.