Apu Quotes

– Anyu? Apu? Valaki? – kiáltottam, de a ház tök sötét volt. Amúgy a „valakit” nem tudom, miért mondtam, mert tuti, hogy ha a valaki visszaszólt volna, akkor szívrohamot kapok.

Anyway, we get it. We all know what it’s like to roll with the cultural punches. Noora gets questioned about why she doesn’t wear a hijab. People wonder if Glory was adopted when she’s with her white dad. Hansani endures Mr. Apu accents—wrong country, for starters.

– Az egész nyolcadik évfolyamban azzal csúfoltak, hogy magángimibe csak nyomik járnak – mondtam, mire anyu végre felnézett. – Ez nem igaz! Apád is magángimnáziumba járt! – érvelt, mire mindketten átnéztünk a konyhapulton, a nappaliban ülő apu irányába. – Jó, ez nem volt jó példa – rázta meg a fejét anyu némi töprengés után.

We are the Siqqusim! We have stood by, waiting to take possession, and now you are ours. Yidde-oni! Engastrimathos du aba paren tares. We are Ob and Ab and Api and Apu. Our number is greater than the stars! We are more than infinity!

When speaking of the mighty Andes and the so-called "eyebrows" country at the range's eastern base- the Tropical Wet Forest region-I am first obliged to give homage to the Apu, the Mountain Lords, the ice-capped everlasting sovereigns of these great lands, on whose forested slopes manifests the most marvelous biological diversity.

Then the problems of film making began to fade into the background, and you found yourself belittling the importance of the camera. After all, it was merely an instrument. The important thing was the truth. Get at it and you had your great masterpieces. But how wrong we were! The moment you are on the set, this three-legged instrument took charge. Problems came thick and fast. Where to place the camera? High or low, near or far, on the dolly or on the ground? Was the thirty-five okay? Would you rather move back and use the fifty? Get too close to the action and the emotion of the scene spilled out -- get it too far back and the thing became cold and remote. To each problem you had to find a quick answer. If you delayed, the sun shifted and made nonsense of your uncertainty.

কোথায় শুটিং হবে, বাবারা?" প্রশ্নটা চুনিবালার। বললাম, "স্টুডিওতে নয়, একটা কুঁড়েঘরে। গল্পটা এক পুরুতঠাকুরের সংসার নিয়ে। সম্পর্কে আপনি তার দিদি। সেই বুড়ি দিদির ভূমিকায় আপনি অভিনয় করবেন। জায়গাটা এখান থেকে মাইল-পনেরো দূরে। গাড়িতে করে সরাসরি আপনাকে নিয়ে যাব আমরা, তারপর সন্ধের মধ্যেই কাজ শেষ করে এখানে আবার ফিরিয়ে দিয়ে যাব। ধকলটা আপনি সহ্য করতে পারবেন তো?" "তা পারব। বোধহয় ঠিক এই রকমের একটা সুযোগের জন্যেই শরীরের শেষ শক্তিটুকুকে ধরে রেখেছি।

Jól van ez így, gondolta az apu, minden visszatér a maga kezdeteihez, most látom, hogy valóban megállt az idő és tényleg új kor vette kezdetét, ám nekem csak a régihez van kulcsom, az új idő előttem bezárattatott, és én már nem élhetek ebben az új időben, mert az én helyem a régiben van, és az már halott.

Felújított játszótér. Fiatal apuka ül a homokozó szélén, kisfia nagy beleéléssel homokvárat épít. Megunja, apja mellé kucorodik: – Apu?! Átmehetek a másik homokozóba? Átmehetek a másik homokozóba, és játszhatom, hogy többen vagyunk?

Oma apu on paras apu.

It was three o'clock in the morning by the time the funeral was over. Everyone else went to bathe in the river afterwards, but Apu did not join them. He did not feel any attraction — or respect — for the Ganga in Calcutta. He would have a bath when he got back home.

He had made a new friend in college. His name was Pranav Mukherjee. He did not have much money, either, and like Apu, was a regular visitor to the library. It was in library that they first met. It soon became clear that Pranav had read a lot more than Apu. He mentioned names Apu had never even heard of — Nietzsche, Emerson, Turgenev. But that was not all. Pranav was also a far more disciplined reader. Apu read what his eyes fell on. The library was packed with stuff that aroused his curiosity. 'Gases of the Atmosphere' by Sir William Ramsay. Apu had to find out what gases there were. 'Extinct Animals' by E.R. Lancaster. What animals were these? 'Worlds Around Us' by Proctor. Oh, he had to read that one! Pranav laughed at him. 'You read as if you are playing a game. If you want to be a serious reader, Apurbo, you have to bring order and method in what you read!' Apu tried, but failed, and remained as impulsive as ever. However, encouraged by Pranav, he did read Turgenev, which he greatly enjoyed. He read every book of his that the library could offer, nearly sixteen of them. He felt as if a door to a whole new world had been opened, full of tears and laughter.

That night, Sarbajaya made khichuri for Apu. It was one of his favourite dishes. After almost a week, Apu got to eat a full meal. 'Do you eat khichuri in the city?' Sarbajaya asked him. When Apu was a child, his mother had veiled their poverty and the harsh realities of life through dozens of lies, a hundred little deceptions. Now it was Apu's turn. He replied, 'Yes. They make khichuri quite often.' 'And in the morning? What do you usually have for breakfast?' Apu promptly gave her details of imaginary breakfasts: he had puris sometimes, he said, and sweets and tea. Food was no problem where he lived, he added.

The news of sarbajaya's death aroused a rather strange feeling in Apu's heart. It was partly joy ... incredible as it might seem, the truth was that when he received a telegram from the telis in Monshapota telling him that his mother had died, his immediate reaction was to feel a sudden surge of relief, as if he had just broken away from a shackle. It did not last for more than a few seconds, however, and was quickly replaced by fear and shame. What was he thinking of? How could he feel relief at his mother's death? Hadn't he seen her spend every moment of her life working to make him happy? And did he think of her as a shackle, a stumbling block on his way? How could he be so cruel, so completely heartless? But no amount of self-reproach could wipe away the truth. He had felt an odd mixture of joy and relief, just for a second, there was no denying that. He, who had loved his mother with all his heart!

He explained that he and his brother had been teleported to Ganymede, one of Jupiter’s moons, where they had seen a city of incredible beauty and Charlie was transported to Apu in Alpha Centauri. In Apu the people live underground because the surface is uninhabitable.

It was not just going to college that had made the difference; nor the lectures of all his professors. It was the library, and its endless rows of books, that had made him a new man. He was so grateful to it. He could forget his troubles-even hunger and thirst- when he was in the library. The hours he spent there were spent in a sort of trance. An insatiable desire to find answers to the questions that rose in his mind made him read whatever he could find on a given subject. Sometimes he wanted to read about stars and planets; or he'd be seized by a desire to acquaint himself intimately with life in ancient Greece or Rome... to be swiftly followed by the poetry of Keats, or the life of Napoleon. Sometimes his passion for a subject stayed for just a couple of days. At other times, he spent months pursuing it. The small and the trivial had no place in his mind.

The big mesa is to this day regarded as an apu, an ancient spirit transfigured into rock.

You see people tends to think, Only few thoughts possibility's.