Obtuse No More !!

Dear K

2011-08-13T07:20:00.002+05:30

Dear K,
Remember the time when you were ten, we always told you that the world is a good place?
Well, like the fairy tales wee tell you, this is never the truth. That was always a figment of some muddle head's imagination. The world is and will always dominated by parasites,
Those blood sucking leeches who stick onto every window, vent or keyhole of a chance to maximize their happiness at the cost of others.
It is a man-eat-man world now.
To compete on their terms, you need to inculcate a lot of qualities, that you are still unaware of.
This is the world of the Selfish. Self centered people rule it. You will always be an outsider.

K, I will tell you about the most talked about thing by us disillusioned mob. Love. It is Love. Love is the most overrated emotion that you will come across in this world.
We will continue to portray Love as the best feeling that you will come across in your lifetime. We will convince you someday very soon into loving someone with tacky messages reading- If you haven't loved, you haven't lived.
You know how the soft drink generation was trapped into becoming the I pod youth. Please do not fall into this trap. Just go pick a marker and strike this out, K.
Trust me on this one.

With Love, there will come another of the virtues of this world, that you still need to work upon, K. That is called Ego. Without ego, you are just a sitting duck. They will blow your brains off with their eyes shut. They will slaughter and feed you to their dogs. Without ego, you would just be a puppet in their hands.

They will also lure into believing something called a Pure Love- as the only thing comparable to LSD. But please do stay off from either of LSD or the more potent Pursuit of love. I tell you, friendship is much more easier to find, manage and derive happiness out of than the so called true love. This trait has consistently beaten the biggest enemy of mankind-ego.
While I continue this sacrilege on the LSD comparable, try not to fall into any trap and stay clear of these muggles.
You are the magic woman, K.
They will cling onto you till they suck the life out of you.
They shall seek to trample you with a force that would only keep multiplying.
They would never let the rest of the world believe that a person, such as you existed amongst the same filth that me and the others live in.
Selfless, harmless, innocent unbridled Unicorn is a peril that we muggles have zero toleration for.
We will fight you.
We may not win today or tomorrow.
But someday, we are gonna get to you.
Because we are just unstoppable parasites.

PS 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours can create such spurts in entropy.

You know how I got these scars?

2011-07-23T15:04:00.002+05:30

[Lights up a cig..]
Well, very much unlike Harry Potter or the Joker, these weren't developed in a day. These are a result of the happenings around that have left their indelible impressions.

It was an hour past midnight. I was taking a walk with a female friend of mine in Bombay after a good dinner at The Peking Tom. All this delight gave me my new found love for "clean" Fridays (without booze/fag).
Well, you know how time flies when good things happen. It is always because tonnes of shit is just awaiting you round the corner. An hour passed by. Out of nowhere, this dickhead comes along trying to shove the girl. But quick thinking from her end else a case of target missed by him saved her the discomfort.This jerk, takes a U turn, all the while pretending to be on a call, comes back, from what it looked like, tried to seize her from behind me, where she, suspecting foul play took shelter in. I was aghast. I could not make a move.
Did I ever not watch all this eve-teasing shit in the movies? Probably yes. But nothing had struck me so hard.

[Gnashes...]

Is this the respect that the fairer sex deserve?
What invites it? I bet it wasn't the lady's attire.
What fucking right have you got to have a go at a lady?
Did it owe to the fact that these jerks outnumbered us that night?
Did the outnumbering justify my inaction?
Given a choice, now, I'd literally shoot him with a shot gun-Pulp Fiction style.

[And the chain smoking continues..]

It pains me so much to imagine the mindset of this bastard. Was that incident a vindication that he had the balls to molest anyone at his will?

I wish, a la Taxi Driver, they wash this scum off the roads. It stinks.
I wish, instead of punching walls and wardrobes, I had hit the jerk where it hurt him the most and made him regret all his life.
If a mere attempt at molestation, had such a deep impact, I shudder with the thought of worse things that have happened to women.
What goes through a recipient's mind? To be forced upon.. To be helpless... Spare a thought...
Yours truly signs off with all the unanswerable questions, anguish and deep guilt.

PS Writing has never been rustier.. Darn!

Kites... Powai ... and the journey ...

2010-05-25T02:57:00.000+05:30

With every passing weekend, the options to chill out obviously keep reducing and hence the hunt is always in progress for new eateries, the trite malls and movies, rest-o-bars, the ever welcoming Marine Drive ..and so on..

This weekend though was something sweetly surprising because, finally ..... we got to go to Powai and the much hyped Hiranandani. yippee!!
I had been vehemently pleading my roomies to visit this place but either very hot/humid weather or the inherent languidness plays the villain almost every time. This time though on the pretext of watching Kites movie and more importantly watch my first football match of the season, coincidentally the last one, I had convinced them on the trip.
The humidity was very much beyond bearable limits and half way through the journey on the local train, I was in two minds, one deliberating the ordeal till that point, the other hopeful of soaring Kites and an even better CL finale, Inter Vs Bayern.
After successfully negotiating a devious route (Malad-Bandra-Dadar-Kanjun Marg), we landed up at the Adlabs to watch the movie.
Should probably blame it on the workplace cos my nearly non-existent iota of tolerance towards humidity has completely been extinct now!
Movie- Totally mindless lousy flick which never seemed to have a plot! Except for a couple of scenes which highlighted the briiliance of screenplay in places, it was totally a passable affair. Could not still comprehend, what had forced Masand to declare it experimental!!
May be it is if you ignore the storyline! May be Anurag Basu envisaged that a shortcut to making a Holly flick was to shoot in Vegas!
Boss... when you haven't got anything substantial to tell us, why take the pain and then pass it on to us later at all??
Post Kites, it was all Welcome Hiranandani! Surprise ..surprise!.. The arches. the columns.. the very much similar building structures along with clean roads glimmering under night light and a special mention on the fountains that embellished the beauty of the place really left us spellbound, never mind the fact that we had been to Colaba many times earlier.
CL finale was way too one sided to inspire any great interest! and hence the much required slumber post the nice home made food..
Sunday meant that things had to return to their original state ASAP and only something inevitable could delay our homecoming!
And suddenly, the occasion of Luncheon meant that cooking trials could be initiated! With dedicated ideation from Herr Director (Shanta), the lead..the hero ... the megastar ... yours truly wielded the peeler, the knife and potatoes to start preparations of Alu Fry!!! Not to forget the inputs from the generous Producer (Peep), after all it was his production house :P
A meal that comprised a tasty, mind you it was unanimous (Nihar, Alli and Balg), curry along with the dishes already prepared called for a timely siesta. The more comfortable return journey on an auto rickshaw and the following pretty okayish dinner, only after 20 minutes of waiting @ Uncle's Kitchen meant that the all the weekend chores were done and it was time to sign off , except for a dessert @ newly opened Amul Parlour!- a good VFM..

P.S. Bhaiyya, who also supported me for the Powai trip earlier missed this out ! :-( ..

HITLER..RESURGED

2010-05-24T02:04:00.002+05:30

Hitler...Alexander..have served the expository(s) of mans insatiable avarice. The whims and caprices of man are myriad. Moments before i was too engrossed in watching "hitler the rise of evil". The way the film carried me off was so incommensurable and even so quite obscure to my lexis. The best part of the film was when hilter takes over the reichstag under his dictating terms. kristallnacht..a term i learnt outa the film...which stands for the savage attack against the jews was abrasive and contentious. Concurrently,the spirit of such a movement..communised,in an ostensibly democratic,diabolic and greatly deluged vth demagouges; country like ours seems to me,a viable and the most suited evolution.

Though, the whim may sound steep, it does not mean a taradiddle.

LEAVING THE FINGERS UNPOINTED, THE ARTICLE IS AMBIGIOUS AND EQUIVOCAL.

"I don't see much future for the Americans. It's a decayed country. And they have their racial problem, and the problem of social of social inequalities . . . Everything about the behavior of American society reveals that it's half Judaized, and the other half negrified. How can one expect a State like that to hold together - a country where everything is built on the dollar?
Adolf Hitler
Remarks January 1942 recorded by Martin Bormann, published in Hitler's Table Talk (1953)"

"If a thief takes your money and you take it back,does that make you also a thief?"

My favourite lines,ripped from the film.

HAIL HITLER !!

Im no fanatic..nor am flouting the rules of any governing system..the article is only the backwash of a brainwash :P

fancy of a fuss

2010-05-21T02:59:00.001+05:30

More the english,more lofty is the vernacular fancy.theres an air of exceptional narcism around every english tongue..be the native or the naive.The other day i was on my way to trichy..in a huddled bus.for the enlivening spirit i put in foot boarding and the stiff necked conductor..id the "not the so refreshing" rustic journey past the dry and the dreary milieu.

If it were not for the ravishing feminine mystique of the sastra girl in the front seat..id ive jumped off the moving bus! All along the journey, i found myself amidst a pack of the great unwashed..a multitude of masses..rustic and sweating..! Flashes crossed my mind every other second.."what am i in this no mans land?" For another second, i was in the mirage of swaying in the ms.anon's arms..and then,knock knock..the not so polite co passenger shook me off his shoulder.I put myself in the shoes of king khan in swades..and was lingering with the gleaming thought..seeking solace in supposedly relative misery..! When the badshah had to do it..y cant i ?!

All these thoughts broke bread on my nous. To my relief or my angst,i felt my pants vibrating. for a second..i was trying to discern what it was...for,it took me time to come back to life at normalcy! Id a friend on the line and i refused to put down,to cut the boredom. The female in jeans no longer intrigued me..all i could do was have a gaze at her cropped hair! All the while i was the only english speaking tongue in the bus. All around i could hear "sapta" "romba" and a few other not so conspicuous words. I already had a few not blabbering heads staring at me. Was i outa place? Was i stamping anyones leg? Or was even public usage of english banned in tamil nadu?!

The only reason i felt,could corroborate my monologue, was that i was the english speaking guy there..the non local. Somewhere in the deep..i was feeling a bit better now..i felt like a bred steed..a tad majestic to others! The thing which bothered me later was why i was trying to re enact swades in a bus?! Why was i trying to plagiarise gawarikar's script?! Why was i eluted with a sense of disgust at others and refused to climb down the high horse?! Does claustrophobia stalk me? Was i the only one civilly unhinged?! Was i the only in the horde to despise the clamouring?! Or was it the englishness in me that spoke for me all the while?

A God-awesome Testi

2010-05-21T02:48:00.001+05:30

Here goes a testimonial on Orkut for a friend of mine from his friend.....
Sorry! No translation could even come closer ..let alone beat this totally brilliant piece of a scripture so did not venture out doing that ...
This was saved in the drafts ..as on 1/1/10!!but never was posted .. Guess..did not wanna start off a year on a sarcastic note :P ..

**** are to obscure the reality and thereby help maintain the remnants of friendship intact :-) ..

" ***** vadu vyakthi kadu SHAKTI..
***** spects pettukoni chudataniki SWATHI MUTHYAM lo KAMAL HASAN laga untadu..kani okka sari rangam loki digithe DASHAVATHARAM avthundi situation..ma vadu multi-talented..he has a vast knowledge in various areas..vaditho parichayam avvadam i feel verrrrrry LUCKY..
***** tho movi ki vellamante theatre lo full JALSAA untundi..ma vadu keeka comments vesthuntadu..
ma vadiki sports annna,chadavadam annna chaala intrest..avi unnaynte night-outs ee..next day vadi eyes chuste maku ardam aipothundi..a range lo kashta paddado.

*****(cute boy) = 24 KARATE GOLD FRIEND...

sensex lo GOLD rate alter avthu untundi..kani na drushti lo ma ***** value is at EVEREST..i PRAY and WISH him a veryy bright future..hav KUSHI,JALSAA ra.....xxxxx "
P.S. ROFLMAO .....

Rama Rama krishna krishna .... among others

2010-05-17T11:28:00.000+05:30

The rate at which Ive been watching movies has increased exponentially over the past couple of months. Weekend quite literally now implies a visit to the nearest mall for the Hindi/English movies and a little further away for a Telugu flick.
The ones I remember among the recent ones are ..

1.Iron Man- The first I could jot down because of the total lack of VFM!! ...Perhaps the super duper heavy Gujarati Thali @ Subkuchh made me a little too dreary to and hence have a contrary to the popular opinion on Scarlett Johanson's acting/beauty, which in effect meant that 250 bucks were spent only to watch the brilliant screen presence of RD Jr. Definitely on the higher side!
2. Simha- A tortuous ordeal. Pathetic is the only word that I can think of right now to describe the movie.(Time and energy already spent @ Dry Day)
3. Darling - A pretty average movie barring a much hyped twist. Prabhas' costumes were a total eyesore, Kajal's acting or the more obvious overplay was too much to take along with the drab romance involved. Slightly soothing music, Swiss locales and passable comedy put the movie in the okayish zone.
4. Rama Rama Krishna Krishna- By the end of the movie, totally aghast at the precipitous fall of the entertainment level. Pre-intermission session was just about hitting the levels of a laugh riot when the director told everyone of us to "Relax" and apparently he himself took the break too seriously and never returned to work! In short, an appalling second half was awaiting the popcorn and a lip smacking apricot juice..

Depraved Felicity

2010-05-07T03:10:00.002+05:30

Being in the holiday mood..i tardily have the curtains drawn along..for a bright day. The heat beats down on me..and well..its no sunday morning..and i find myself all alone in the room vth the alarm pointing at one of the clock..! A cup of coffee was just outa question..and a bottle of water was too far to fetch..! Lying in the cosy bed..vth the pictures of AJ and sushmita sen still lurking from the last nights eliciting dreams..i grope for smthn around..to find INDIA TODAY WOMAN..!

With the hope of finding more pics inside,i went thro it eagerly..! To my astonishmnet..it was so deviling..wen i rather thought it d soothe my senses! The whole of the mag was filled with all kinda stuff that an indian woman would hardly need..!! Wines..red wines white wines..whats better for the season..and quite a lot of trendy extras..ranging from headpiece by louis mariette to biker boots by miu miu!! For whom was the mag...? Fashion divas and porn stars?! Who in India would need womans biker boots..?!catwoman?!

The other article i came across was titled.. "froot of the loom knows what indian women want"! It sounded like yet another "HITCH"..they know how to woo the women..!! Raring to gobble it..i dived through..and it was yet another faux pases..!! The lines went like.."women today spend a lot of their precious time and money on bikinis,sports bras,camisoles and much more". I took a minute off and started checking the publishing place..was it london or newy york or paris?! HELL NO..nai dilli..!! The ubiquitousness of such articles and columns should be mulled over. Lets atleast keep the writings indian,man..!er...woman?!

The corporates have anyway chewed out every bit of the indian ethos. every dork and doe is dressed as though he has just lost US citizenship..and is still yearning to get there by flattering the officials! I really find it hilarious when i find people adjusting their ties..when they very well have another hand wiping the sweat off their asses! Why cant people just find a plain shirt befitting for the daily chores in their offices?! Why cant a kurta be the code for office goers? The west has got their style of dressing in their place..why do we need do ape them?! Why do we take pride in being a more foreigner?! When people comport themselves in the manner,it reeks of garishness. Is anyone,a huslter out here?!

My Reader!

2010-05-04T12:58:00.004+05:30

Love the look that my Google Reader sports !! ...

An incessant reminder of the zillion things that always stay in my To Do ... To Read .... and the intermittent efforts put in to repress those numbers .... :-)

I try and subscribe to anything I find interesting .. from Comics to Classic Economics...

Should really try this! ... All the stuff to read at one place..!! ..May be there are better things, but this is the closest I've come to an e-Library! :-)

A lovely user friendly catalogue on the LHS along with the easily accessible assortment of all the readables all of which are exclusively of my choice!! .. muhahaha!

A Dry Day...

2010-05-02T03:37:00.000+05:30

A very much awaited Saturday finally arrived and it was as usual party time! A visit to the malls and loads of positive reviews flowing in from friends gave me feel good vibes about the thought of watching a Balayya film.
There might be a zillion reasons that might have made an impression on the review.. rather a rating of the movie.
I have tried to make note of the ones that immediately come to my mind at this point of time ...

Shooting headache
Impatient to watch an oldie like balayya ripping apart 100s ... or as a paraphrased dialogue from the movie reads ... Come in 10s... plus 10 .. plus 10 ..plus so on ..aawn ... yawn... pristine crap!!...
First leading lady is double the size of the hero and an interview of her I came across a couple of years back quoted her stating that she was proud of her girth! Well ... did that expand exponentially over the years or did she strive hard to get to this stage??? Whatever the intention,... it certainly put me off!
Second leading lady?... yep she did make an entrance pre intermission. Falls in love with effortless ease and looks so juvenile that you would expected her to pass off as the hero's daughter! Sadly, we have to bear the insipid romance b/w the protagonist, named Srimann Narayana, whose name is so rarley abbreviated that it is not even spared in the "special effect" instances where action replays and slo-mos are in full play, and the doe eyed beauty.
Intermission!! ... CCD stall has such a line that would remind you that the movie was not at all the reason why people turned up at the cinemas! Logically speaking taking into account that there were other screens as well, you could conclude that all of them were equally bad!!.. Housefull, Chase Paathshala and perhaps Darling !! ..Goodness .. a certain all time low!
Post Intermission, torture multiplies ... Enter the hero's dad .. well in short a double role played.. hence agony continues, only thankfully both of them dont share the screen at the same time !
The third leading lady! .... they keep coming ... was pretty decent in her limited role and did not draw ire..

All in all... when

Pathetic songs
Cheesy dialogues
Cuss words apparently to get the audience into the groove of the "high voltage" action sequences
Bad, well there have been worse, imitations of Matrix fights!!
The previous day, you end up watching a totally brilliant movie like Prasthanam... !

Come together, it in short is a doomsday delight ... Nothing could fall in place on that day....
... And as expected, post movie.. here we enter into this plush resto and come to know that its a Dry day!!!...
Kaboooom!!! ...Congratulations...all the plans of driving out the searing pain in the head with invaluable help from Bloody Mary have just been thwarted!!
We settle in to have a nice intro to Italian dining experience with a dish which had a lengthy nomenclature. The contents on my dish were steamed rice, French fries and garlic bread with white wine sauce garnished with my fav tomatoes and broccoli... The glasses that were offered for drinking water had that strong alcoholic stench that made it difficult to drink water then and hence this current thirst I feel ...
Gotta sign off ... Hoping for a not so Dry Sunday! ....

PS
The movie- Simha,
Mall- PVR, Goregaon,
Resto- 72 Degrees North
@ those new to cocktails, please google Bloody Mary, these are really the ones which "no one have just once" ... reminiscent of the old Lays ad..

4/29/1988 - 2010

2010-04-30T03:16:00.001+05:30

Well to start off.. the title may just be confounding as this usually related to an obituary column. but thank God, it isn't!
This was to be the lifespan of the old me who was eternally awaiting that mystic transmogrification to land upon, which apparently isn't around the corner yet and hence in all probability the RHS should continue to ..2011..12..13 and so on ..
School
Birthdays were fun till say early teens and with completion of schooling, the fun completely died out! Luckily as I was a good enough student while at school, at around 4/29 every year, teachers would distribute report cards and I at the same time chocolates!! Thankfully, it served both purposes..majorly as part of my birthday celebrations and secondly as a reminder that I did well that year! ;) .. Well the topper was invariably this gal!
With quite celebrations at home.. relatives esp my fav aunt dropping in huge gifts.. the end was always sweet! and one to look forward to...

That was it about birthdays!! ... That paradoxically was the obituary of my birthday ;)

Plus 2
Totally shunned celebrations!!!
Reason??- could no more take those, so called invaluable career guidance classes from every Tom Dick and Harry ...
Well... dont get me wrong.it has nothing to do with my penile egos!..I am generally open to any advice!.. Well its a different story whether I follow it diligently or not. Now imagine this sorta person totally lambast those well wishers.. Hell yes u got it ! I was totally saturated to the brim! The weekend tests and the accompanying low scores ...the tailgated marks sheets.piling syllabus... plus the intro to PC games, thanks to Rahu(l)...punny u c.. (excuse me for not counting Road Rash as an intro to gaming!) was already too much to handle :)
Grad
Welcome Home Sanitarium .. yes this was an asylum...a jungle ! you'd totally get lost in the wilderness..yet it had that magnetic quality that was irresistible ..
Bashing bumps, rapid fires .. deodorant fires.. followed by water bath.. given a chance mud bath ...all in action at one place... yep.. you are at a D day.. err.. a B day party!
College days dubbed Happy days would make this post hugely protracted and hence censored out!
The passing mention here about this is because ..4/29 is generally the time when senti-ness is in the air ....the last lab... the last grub... the last write up ..transgress ephemera and are etched onto our memories for a life time ... (Thanks to all the status updates from juniors!..)
Work
If people really longed to take a day off from work, it has been ingrained in our memes that it should be a death of a grandparent...But to my surprise a birthday literally gave you the same privileges..and a few extra points, like you could watch your colleagues toil while you babbled on phone all day long, simply because it wasn't counterfeit after all!
A gentle cake cutting session.... and way lesser work made my day!!...

On Closing remarks.. I'd like to thank my now dead cell phone!.. Well w/o you, I would not have known how many people really waited to call me up!! ... Routine wishes are the ones that you would get every year! On account of me not being reachable .. this time around, wishes had been raised to the echelons of special ones simply 'cos they carried loads of profanities and blasphemes that simply spiced up the whole birthday!
All those school frns.... dear college buddies... bros sis...cousins.. own loan..... watevr ....
Thanks a Ton!!

Muhahaha....Birthday is again a thing to look forward to !! ... :-)) .... Thanks again !!! Luv ya Loads!! ...xoxo

Lost ....

2010-04-28T12:57:00.002+05:30

When the punchline in evey mail I sent out reads that I should not egret doing things....
how could I let this one stay in the drafts??? Not that Its one miraculous post proposing a watershed theory... but this at least reflects the state of my mind as on 12/5/09 !! :) feels good that blogger had this option available ;-))

I was lost. .. I was desperate ....with lappy formatted ... bookmarks lost ! .. I was deserted .. I had to find my way back afterall ! ...read through those pages stored on my mind... to find those good blogs that I sincerely follow... ..

What did Coelho say in the Alchemist ? .. ring any bells ??-"treasure lies where your heart belongs" ...

I found the link to the site in my own past blog post !! .. Huh ! . .Relieved !
this rerouted to Amit's blog ...
I'm back to normalcy post scanning through my fav reads after a long time !! :D :D

Adrift ...

2010-04-28T12:41:00.001+05:30

1100 Endgame
Ripped off from my fav blog . Totally loved it cos share almost the same feelings. Everytime mom calls up and reminds me that I have not called up home in the current week, I go through the pain of deliberating on how did I ever manage to let the whole week pass by and not even once call up home ?
How did I manage to not call up my friend who reminds me everytime that first sip of alcohol enters my bloodstream?
What everyday chores or divine operations complete my day ?? ...
Where am I heading to ?? into an unsocial cocoon?? ..

"A house is never big enough. Gourmet food is not available in enough palettes. Vacations always seem like one hurried compressed project plan. Conversations are so out of fashion. “Transactions” is what define living. “Friends and relatives” invariably refers to your office colleagues. The next car is always planned and constantly being budgeted for. The race is to make your kid “successful”, rather than a better human being. Your mother is never more than a phone call away, but you don’t ever have time to talk more than 60 seconds. Your sister is “another clutch” living in another town. We all have mobiles, facebook, email – yet we know so little about our siblings day to day lives. Maids, washing machines, cooks – all create “time” (as in free up your time) – but these never seem to trickle down to the call you wanted to place to your love. Crying is passé. Smiling and laughing are further passé. Holding hands is now being “soft in the head”. Hugging is being sentimental. To want to be with someone is considered “mushy” and old worldish.
Does this tale sound eerily familiar?"

A fan... w8 4 it....atic!!

2010-04-26T03:23:00.001+05:30

There must be something ... some fragile ... gossamer line that demarcates a fan from a fanatic!
Did these two just become synonymous?? Whoever thought so .. kindly revisit your dictionaries!
An ardent follower of smth/sm1 is a fan. That is the end to it. It ends with a full stop. All the added atrocities that the so called privileged..god sent messiahs try to do is total BS and in no right sense justifies the clan that they represent.
Hooliganism should not be entertained and never be practiced even when provoked! No. .these are not words ripped out of a handbook for Life after 60!! ..
Hope you get the drift! ...'cos the vexation that I went through in the MI Vs CSK IPL-3 final could not have been put in better words! (blame my vocab.. if u wish to..)
Okay.. accepted that Tendulkar is the best player in the world! ... C'mon ....even a 3 year old kid knows that for God's sake !!! You don't have to reiterate that fact by cheering for him every time he is on screen!..Well..die hard ones could be excused to this...But well.. if you ask me . I draw the line HERE..
Booing is not only superfluous but totally ruins what a game stands for...To speak contextually ..it just vandalises the basic cricketing ethos....'cos cricket was always known as the gentleman's game!
When MSD walked out to bat with CSK's fate hanging in balance..though slightly tilted in MI's favour ..I was totally apalled at NOT the obvious lack of respect for the Indian Captain but at the total mayhem created by booing and hissing that wanted every piece of the player!
Is this what any sane lover/observer/fan would do ? No .. no arguments please .. on the pretext of Passion ... Cricket being our religion ... nor ... Retaliation could answer for this ! ..
On the D day ...it was all forced oscillation for me as far as my support was concerned ... I wanted Sachin himself to mop things up ..prior to the Toss..
Post all the hissing for Dhoni... I wanted CSK to thwart MI.....well Sachin though has to remain unbeaten in that case..
Lets be sportive..in a way that retains the original flavor of the word and not more like its recent insipid cousin...

To take pride in such crass activities proves gullibility and not infallibility...
I was hurt by reactions of a few DC fans to Semis loss ... Well if you constantly keep revising your targets ... trust me ..you'll make an ass of youself...
From Title Winners to Finalists to semifinalists ....!! . Well accept it ... and wish better luck for next time ...Don't bank on Match Fixing to save you!
Please... to all those fans out there in Inorbit Mall, Malad ...watching the big screen ..b/w 8-11pm.. kindly enlighten yourselves so that you can
" Live and Let the game Live ..." ... Take pride in being a fan not a fanatic....

My Name Is ...

2010-03-22T12:49:00.001+05:30

This of course will take me back to the Eminem song ... but the driving force behind this post isn't admiration for anything but in simple disgust I chose to pen this down and vent my feelings. I have been a Shah Rukh fan for something like .. 12 years now .. and there have been quite few movies that have pissed me off quite like MNIK.. Billu Barber might just race ahead but I still can't figure out a 3rd movie befitting the Worst of SRK list.
When the backbone of the film tries to "capture" the world's most talked about event and tries to "enlighten" us on the adversities faced, as did a million other flicks prior to this, you can guess the trivial output. Frankly this movie should not bother you at all. This rightly only did invoke Shiv Sena and a few others with "strong" opinions who "dared" the Sena attack and watched the movie as a mark of protest. I had taken a conscious decision to not watch this until all the hype wears down and so I did today.
Sorry SRK, this is as crass as Billu could get ... as bland as a Rakesh Roshan movie ...and as senseless as any other KJ movie in recent times !! .. Its a different story that KKHH remains one of my favs.

Conclusions:
Kajol- Please stop acting. Your on screen chemistry is extinct! So, please do not come back to haunt us again!
KJ is the most overrated director in Bollywood.
SRK, you certainly need to spruce up your list of directors to work with.
I sign off with great vexation watching this heavily cliche based.. one more disease oriented slick flick... prolly having a punchline like ... Hum Honge Kaamyaab !!! ...

Been there .. done that !!

2010-02-25T02:24:00.001+05:30

It just feels so surrealistic .. the very thought of Saeed Anwar's highest score ever being surpassed!! The Mt. Everest being conquered !! Only one man could do it ... should have done it and so very rightly ... He has DONE it !
Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar aka SRT has finally done it, while he had almost been there in several earlier occasions. This was the Magnum Opus that everyone was waiting for from the God !
The deft flicks, the hefty heaves.. the inside outs ..cut loosing at will... you name it and He played it..
A chance-less innings which I'm trying to make a note of only because this is one day I'l treasure for a really long time to come!
I had been there while the Little Master reached the double hundred!!
I have seen him Live on T.V. when he actually reached the 200 mark !!
I was being the truant kid in skipping my team meeting to be there !
This should be rated along with the best of my cricketing memories ... the very nostalgic .. just before the Class X, CBSE Social Studies Special Onslaught against Pakistan at Centurion (think so..)!
It was .. to say the least.. though a bit harsh ... irritating to see Dhoni take singles off the last ball of every over for the 45-50 over period. May be it was Sachin who requested this .. or otherwise, a billion other people wanted The Superman on strike !
Thank you Sachin !! for all those innings which kept coming and been refreshing our memories ..

PS - You can watch the teasers to quench your thirst for this innings @ SRT on 198! and Over # 50!

What's the unsaid ??

2010-02-03T13:35:00.003+05:30

Did I read somewhere that most of the communication is non verbal ?? Then why is it that we still cling to every bit of verbal communication? and are upset when we do not get the required cues in verbal form. Is the tenuity of it playing a part? Doesn't too much explicitness take away the legitimacy of the whole expression in itself? Why doesn't an overdose of it sound like fawning?
Why is it that people still sway at the very instance of a said expression that is clearly over the top? Everyone wants to be loved for sure! They only crave for it more and more.
When has Love transmogrified into a lame spell bee competition??? You say it and only then you WIN it! Did your parents ever tell you how much they love you day in day out ? Did you not take things for granted with them ? Did your siblings come up to you and thank you profusely for a birthday gift? Did you realise that they loved you/vice versa only after such tete a tete instances? If yes, pity you!!
Care/Love doesn't stem from a "Good Morning Darling" or an "I love you".....
A "Thank You" I opine should not be considered in the same league since you generally thank people with whom you are more formal and feel a general obligation to appreciate his/her help. A Taxi Driver/Bearer/Usher.. or someone you help cross a busy road ... all these illustrate an unsaid obligation which you are trying to acknowledge with a "thanks".

... Though still a part of me wants to yell out as many verbal expressions to all those I've loved, I still find it lame on my/their part to do/expect so. DO NOT dismiss this off as mere callousness. I just find it unnecessary.. or do I ?? .. If all the people in the world were like me, then definitely HELL YES !! ..
Alas! .. it isn't the case. I still have to try my best to convince them that I still love/value them. Silence is no more golden..its just a pale yellow hue....

Please read this from Harold Pinter
"There are two silences. One when no word is spoken. The other when perhaps a torrent of language is being employed. This speech is speaking of a language locked beneath it. That is its continual reference. The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don't hear. It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly, anguished or mocking smoke screen which keeps the other in its place. When true silence falls we are still left with echo but are nearer nakedness. One way of looking at speech is to say that it is a constant stratagem to cover nakedness.

We have heard many times that tired, grimy phrase: 'failure of communication' … and this phrase has been fixed to my work quite consistently. I believe the contrary. I think that we communicate only too well, in our silence, in what is unsaid, and that what takes place is a continual evasion, desperate rearguard attempts to keep ourselves to ourselves. Communication is too alarming. To enter into someone else's life is too frightening. To disclose to others the poverty within us is too fearsome a possibility.

I am not suggesting that no character in a play can never say what he in fact means. Not at all. I have found that there invariably does come a moment when this happens, when he says something, perhaps, which he has never said before. And where this happens, what he says is irrevocable, and can never be taken back"

P.S. When is it that eyes will be considered as windows to the soul.. not in some form of literature biting dust.... but shall transform into a trite means of expression. I shall wait for that day to let myself speak of my Love for someone/something..
PPS- Amit's post real caught me off guard

One last time ...

2010-01-22T08:58:00.000+05:30

Placement Blues ! .. I haven't even felt them yet! The moment I step on that expedition tomorrow, my life will have changed for sure. Be it the regret/repent for the years I've been whiling away to glory or the deep anguish that simply strikes through all the facades for once.
I wish Id be naked once again! Nothing written on me for once. No prejudices, no conceptions ..no approximations.. Just plain me ...
Well, that is too big a request for sure!
Why do I feel answerable to every person I come across? Why is that the limelight is getting brighter by the day? Why am I forced to give this testimony and try to free myself of guilt pangs?
Philosophies might just come in handy at this point of time, but deep inside you have to reconcile to the fact that your castles of ego will be crushed for once.
...
Wish I may, wish I might
Have this I wish tonight
Are you satisfied?
Dig for gold, dig for fame
You dig to make your name
Are you pacified?

All the wants you waste
All the things you've chased

Then it all crashes down
And you break your crown
And you point your finger
But there's no one around
Just want one thing
Just to play the king
But the castle's crumbled
And you're left with just a name

Where's your crown, King Nothing?

Let not this levity of the situation collapse under the gravity of it. I cannot be burdened anymore! I just wish to be weightless ...
.... Is this escapism? Don't I have the guts to face the truth? the reality ? ..
ESCAPISM .. surely has to be dealt with ...!

Phew.... !

2010-01-17T01:44:00.000+05:30

This was my reaction post the Name the Car test result declaring me failed!.. after 46% .. cmon when was the bar raised so high?? .. Well, it gave me 4 clues to clear every question,I get that.. but 46 is a bit too high to be declared failed!.. n that too w/o googling!

AND FAILED! F

Quiz Created By Auto Insurance

Anyways... the other post on 3 phases of a PC-user relationship left me ROFLing... though .. do have a look @ the oatmeal

Number..e..(i)d....entites ...

2010-01-16T03:27:00.000+05:30

I always though till my +2, with my movies inspired vision of jail scenarios, that IDs were the worst things to happen to us. You simply lost touch with the roll caller.He/She would start mumbling some numbers and yes/present would invariablt be the answer.
Marks sheets were given out in that order.
Examination seating was in that order.
Thanks God seating in class rooms wasn't!!.
What now makes me go back and take up this otiose undertaking is that some numbers have really stuck with me ever since.... like ..
187- my Id in+2... I took pride in being one more than the highest ODI score of Sachin.
the other numbers were put to full use during undergrad days with each one taking its place in the annals of my life.
-Daily wake up alarm is set at just a minute past Seven!! :D :D ..
-9 mins later... I envy I wasnt the jumblee ;)
-A chat with bro just ended @ 793 lines .. btw- my frst crush @ Bits
-Satan's number is still very much around ...
-A random list goes off like ... 828,728,838,764!(omg..mine so late!),864,801(!),555,....390,728........ clock ticking...
oh my wingees .. wer r ur ids?... i dont seem to remember any, although there wer so many..
It has come across as a pleasant surprise that these actually random entries do have a special place in my memory and most of the time evoke a smile on my face!
..It was such a bad idea after all.. I guess..
P.S. Being forced to mark both Reflections and Weirdo labels since the last couple of times!.. Are my reflections getting weirder by the day? ..
PPS Does reflecting on the weirdness make it weirder?!?

Tit Bits(Nonsensical to d core)!

2010-01-12T03:17:00.000+05:30

1.With All is well..turning into a buzzword, Aamir's taunts on Chetan Bhagat not withstanding, his popularity seems to have risen to a different level...swell!
2.The past weekend was rather happening one,adorned with an impromptu trip to Marine Drive..followed by a -strong motivation cum egotism lend a helping hand- in an attempt to ward off vineyard pleasures at the restaurant. Success...
Austerity drive still going strong-Go green,No Booze n fag ....
3. To continue 1, I stood there among the jamboree anticipating Aamir arrival and felt rather alienated. I wasnt one of the regular enthusiasts who came puffing and panting just to catch a glimpse of a star, neither was I able to drag myself completely out of it and carry on with my routine. I am still left pondering if it was the odd "high" I needed to teleport myself from this banality or just that Newton's first law took me along.
4. Il come back at a later point of time and certainly rue writing this....
Of all things I hate, the one I can remember just after Deceit is... Repent ..
It just sucks the life out of life after all..
5. Words are hard to come by while sheltering in the arms of Morpheus..
Au revoir ...
P.S. "Kolonall Hans Landa's" goodbye to Shosanna still rings in my ears!!..Perhaps nothing has left me as awestruck in the post-Joker era...Kudos Mr Waltz!

(The) Start of(f) 2010....

2010-01-03T02:42:00.000+05:30

Fighting a Hangover can be real baad ! Gaawd ! .. If only I could get back in time to the point when I was thinking of a zillion reasons to politely turn down the "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" situation and free myself of that coaxing session on the "1001 ways to enjoy Dec 31st"... If only ...

So... while 31st passed by only too well .... Jan 1st was more sombre.. spent all the while surfing stuff and thereby staying indoors except that single visit to have my skipped breakfast & lunch-have junk@ home, so wont come out again- dinner ! ..As I looked at the system tray pointing out that the-much ado about nothing-Jan 1st was finally over ... I started to muse about the happenings of the day.. or rather the lack of them ! ..

17:00 - Wake Up Mad ! ... its already too late ! ..

17:30 - Force myself outta bed .. to leave the lappy alone ... n stop the downloads for once .. (LOG Discography in progress..)

18:00- Hi's and hellos r done ... hpy new yr is passe ! ... never mind the odd one to the loved ones even around 22 hrs on Jan 1st ! :D

19:00-done with brushing and lil grooming to permit myself into the decorous restaurant..

20:00- restaurant has hiked prices !! .. thanq 2010! ... watta way .. my "deep" pockets to get shallower by the day ....

21:10-finally devoured the totally non-speedy service of non-spicy vaishnavite (of cos pristinely veg) cuisine 21:25- A good quarter HOUR to decide how much to charge me?!!.. Even goin by my standards, its a bit too long mate!

21:30- STOPPED ogling at the hot/cute chic on the oppostite table! (It'l take another long writing to explain why phoney, pretentious gals are fun to watch... her low neckline has given her a superior air !! .. aah .. i get that .. why at all wear n feel uncomfortable ... cmon wasnt fashion meant to go with comfort ?? .. )...
- btw ... @ 01:45- get nostalgic about a convo on imbibing a course on fashion in schools ... a la moral science ! ... to keep children away from imitating the West !! ... with.. ahem... u know hoo ;-)

22: 00 ... tete-a- tete with an agent to find an accomodation for friends shifting to Santa Cruz.

22:30- back home.. finally its time for daily proceedings to start ... things come back to normalcy ...

22:45 ...... 00:00 ....01:30 - Chat ranging on topics from love to .. New Yr celebrations ..to Metallica ... to ... getting back in touch with a pal from school ! ...
01:30- 01: 50 - .... pen this down ! ... and close it . so that ...I could start watching Stauffenberg, '04 movie which has resulted in Tom Cruise being the butt of all criticism in Valkyrie (both deal with the plot on assassination of Hilter, while the former won accolades ..)

P.S. Trivia- Bryan Singer-Dir-Usual suspects,Superman 2, Valkyrie .... is openly gay ...suffers from Dyslexia ! ... Hats Off man !! ... If that is what it takes to direct usual suspects ... I shall very well ... ;-) ..
Jan 2nd,13:12- Realize Ive forgtten to post this!...n finally do it..now... cmon dont quip that it was better forgotten!

Thou shalt not ...

2009-12-25T15:44:00.000+05:30

-"తినగా తినగా గారెలు చెదు" ...
-More is less
-Law of Dminishing Marginal Utility
...in short the satisfaction derived with each additional increase in the consumption invariably nose dives...
The point is not to flaunt my seemingly half baked economics..
but this is to vent my anger on those fries that I have been having since this morning ...

...The very thought of which is making me feel pukish. !! yuk! fries !..
With another unopened packet staring right at me, I hereby declare that its future is definitely not in Safe Hands.... Im gonna dispose u outta my sight......
How I wish I were not envying the guy gorging his share of french fries ...!

P.S. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's junk food! (The Holy Ten Commandments abridged on an Xmas nyt!)..
P.P.S. Thnks Ark to hav introduced me to this Type in Telugu site.

HP to the rescue ..

2009-12-25T05:12:00.001+05:30

Xmas ..'09 ..
Its almost 6 hrs IST, with temperatures just a tad lesser than usual on this particular dawn, I felt little less warmer than any other day and with that came along laziness.
My cieling fan running at full speed only added to the effect !! ...
Desperate to fight that Deadly Sin, read Sloth.... and beat this cold.. I was left stranded .. and running out of ideas... for my daily gear, a blanket, hardly seemed to suffice ! ...

Then came to the rescue .... a HP Pavilion Notebook ! ....my savior
Its incessant heating capacity nevermind any freezing conditions.... (dont even bother to think of its overheated ..ready to fry plight when temperatures start soaring ).. came in as a great help ... heating up my lap ! .. a truly lappy per se ...

.. I always believed in .. Laziness being the mother of innovation!! ... let alone necessaties ... ;) ...

P.S. ..."Here's looking at you HP"

Hurrah!!

2009-12-22T03:11:00.000+05:30

From Ours to Yours- The Andhra Tale

Christopher Waltz as Hans Landa in Inglorious Basterds quips, “Facts can be misleading however rumours true or false can be revealing.” This perfectly seems to fit into the current situation in Andhra Pradesh/ Telangana. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. No doubts about that. But when there are just too many opinions to take, all you end up in is a sea of rumours, i.e. chaos! Perhaps, this must have been the reason for not having The First Amendment in India as yet. The situation in the state does not seem to return to normalcy very soon.

To quickly recall the historic “events”, Potti Sriramulu had fought for liberation of Andhra from the erstwhile Madras not to see it being divided again. He had fought strongly for it, going on a fast unto death. Nehru, who was very apprehensive in having a state based on linguistic bias had to yield ultimately. These facts or so called ones are being mutilated and repackaged to match the interests of the party’s agendas. While one end resonates with the idea of Samaikhyandhra (United/ One Andhra), the other echoes the complete polar of view asserting that the initial movement was only for a Pratyekandhra (Separate Andhra, i.e. from Madras) and not for Telangana and Andhra to be united. The KCR show more recently seems to be just a rip off of the earlier success of Potti Sriramulu. However, while the former struggle had a basis for being separated, which was the language and the related cultural idiosyncrasies, the latter falls behind, according to some, since it has underdevelopment of the Telangana region as its main agenda.

Some opine that if development had ever been the focal point of these politicians, then the region could have been well developed by now. These rants on development begin to crumble at the very base, since out of 294 MLAs in the Legislative Assembly; about a 120 of them belong to the Telangana region. Also, if the voters, the so called concerned and vigilant citizens of the state were to elect politicians those who perform rather than those who vaunt, then getting this region on the path of development would not have taken long. The people of Andhra and Telangana have started agitations and bandhs in order to vent their anger. These seem just seem to be the pent up emotions of the general public that the politicians have deftly touched upon and aroused them. How else, could you mobilize the whole caboodle of students from their Colleges onto the roads in protest march? Consummate artists, these politicians, have cleverly manoeuvred the youth population on their side. This remains a fact on both sides of the state- Andhra and Telangana. Osmania University tops in the number of students taking part in these agitations in Telangana, while Andhra University does it in Andhra region. The ludicrous part in all this farce is the jarring rumour/opinion/fact that MLAs/MPs have no left no stone unturned in enlightening their teams to resign and express their opposition to the whole movement. The number of resigned members peaked at something close to 140, when all the while the backbone of this seemed to have been the “development” issues, albeit of their own personal properties and other vested interests.

Initially, this movement did not gather much attention and was very limited to the top brass politicians making their usual harangues. But, this gathered momentum post the KCR fast. Conspiracy theories were raging like wild fires precisely at that point of time that KCR was in fact forced to continue the fast. His depleting health conditions proved to be healthy for the campaign, per se. This moved, both literally and figuratively, the students and propelled the Telangana movement.

Politicians on either side began their war. This war did not remain confined to mere words but riveted on mass destruction. This threw the general governing system out of gear. Buses were halted, Theatres were closed. Even to this day, movies are being postponed owing to a fear of poor audience turn out.

All said and done, even if you did not have any numbers to back yourself on this moot question, the common sense which doesn’t seem so common in this scenario takes you in only one direction. The blame lies with the politicians, who should have wrested the initiative to force development in the region. Fight for resources and not regions should have been the mantra. If KCR were to go on a fast and get Centre’s nod for a Ramagundam Power Project, the power problems that are plaguing the region would have been long solved. Sadly, what should have been ours is now turned into mine and yours.

Disclaimer: Everyone has their take on the issue. While this might seem to be biased in Andhra’s favour, I am a Hyderabadi (FYI Telangana region) and I’ve resorted to no bias in voicing my opinion. I support a United Andhra Pradesh. Only time will have to tell if a separate state is given away or if an Andhra Occupied Telangana (AOT) to drive out non- Telanganites will make the news?

P.S. This is my first article to be published!! ...@ The Viewspaper/My Article

Who am I ?

2009-12-16T03:38:00.000+05:30

I always knew that I was more of a "means" person as compared to those dealing with "ends". As in .. Ive always liked the process more than the results. Some, or even a majority of them might like to point this is as simple pointlessness. But the fact is .. I never bothered about the results...

If a chapter on Keynesian economics interested me ... I shall be found reading it voraciously and googling related stuff... just to satiate my hunger for it. Digestion is not my cup of tea! Devouring is !! : -))
... And when Im done with knowing it to an extent, I stop there!
Who says Jack of All Traits is a pariah? I take pride in being one .. atleast all my life Ive tried being one.. never interested in the master !
Though masters are a pride and in fact do the trait a lot of good and bring great accolades, the jack always enjoys all that he can, takes the pleasure of learning whats already there and is off to enjoy another !!
Life's real short mate ! Enjoy all that you can.. ! Don't stick to one!!

P.S. This might b the Ultimate Loser's Guide! .. Who cares! ... Till I realize its the otherway round, Il enjoy not being a master and not trying to be one either!

P.S. A Highly desperate attempt to pen down something!! Been very itching to post smthng! (This took just 10 mins! Wayy too quick fr my standards...)

@ Rashomon

2009-11-30T05:33:00.000+05:30

It all started in my 3rd year, when I took up a course in Critical Analysis of movies under one of my fav profs. As I remember it to be, Rashomon was the first movie I had attended.

We had those Mondays dedicated to movie watching alone ! Imagine me enjoying all those covetous looks dished out by my friends...

The prospect of watching a Jap movie straight after my noon siesta was too unthinkable a proposition ! .. I dozed off... for a good 20 minutes...

Almost as the actual incident (the first account) came to an end, was when I finally decided to stay awake and decided on finding a better way to start off the course ...

I found it bizzare, by the end of the movie, that the same incident had been interpreted by each character in his own sweet way, may be to suit his needs or even otherwise..

This was insane !! .. How could you do that unless you were obviously lying ...???

I googled it up and later came to know of this very intriguing "effect of the subjectivity of perception on recollection"...

.....

All this has come back to me only due to the water crisis that Im stuck in right now...

My roomie n I were anxiously waiting to find out whether our water tank was being filled up or not... We both were maintaining strict vigil on the water levels of the tank....

Behold !! ... I was in fact finding the water levels to be changing...fluctuating due to water inflow, while my friend could observe none of that....

What was suddenly wrong with my eyesight ??? ....

It was this subjectiveness, of wanting desperately to have that tank filled up so that I could take my bath, that led to this hallucation ... imagination ...paranoia....oh ! .. call it wat not ....this is The Rashomon Effect .... for u ... frnds ...!!

P.S. ..Here goes another evidence of people getting very deeply curious about the "Effect" - @ santoshmiz (his intro to psychology course not withstanding !)

The Ultimate Seduction....

2009-11-27T03:35:00.000+05:30

Time flies .... is oft said .. ya truly it does ..! .. for how else could one reconcile to this fact if there were no such thing called ..memories

....lured away to a distant land ...where only the odd tear in the eye could be felt ..

Past will remain rosy .... 'cos it is just an ornate rhetoric .. that we shall forever fail to comprehend fully... yet be seduced....

P.S. Blame "it" which has taken me on this melancholic overdrive ! ...

The torture called “Hindi Muvi”

2009-11-20T02:44:00.000+05:30

My frnd makes a rather wild rant on Telugu movs.....to add... of this new age ..

This has "INSPIRED" me to pen my thoughts on movs ive had the opp to watch in this "city of blinding lights" (read Mumbai) ...

I ws sooo pissd off wtchn -"Ajab ..." Cmon man! ..this guy is known to make movs wth such critical acclaim n he nw gives us THIS??? .... I ws waiting fr atleast one scene tht wud wnt me say ... "Yeah....ths is wt Iv com fr.." But.. nay! ...nevr ws such an offer made... (Ranbir ws the only savn grance in this dumb flck.. wth Kat's consnt pointlss gigln takn exasperation levels to the stratosphere!!!) ..

Heard Blue ws worse .. Tum Mile is moronism at its best... Sadly, evn Love AajKal faild to impress me... (I stl lov Deepika though! ;) ..) Ovr the last 3-4 mnths since Ive set foot in the Bollywood place-Mumbai, Ive enjoied only two movs- Kaminey n Wake up Sid in tht order.

Wat sorta person wd want to make a Rock-onnnish mov with AJAY DEVGAN ... cmonn ..... !!

Kurbaan .... is alrdy makin news.... wth Shivsena unhappy with degradation of Indian tradition... seemlingly wth Bebo shwng her bare back!....

Pls restore som order .. Will the AKs n FAs pls cm bak ???....

P.S. - Ive always gt a PS fr u... hehe... AK-Anurg Kshyp, FA-Farhn Akhtr ..(lil too mch abbrevtions..I knw)

PPS- Ths kinda inspiration is wat tht drives these dirctrs... "mak btr fotocopies" ...is the mantra...

The Maiden song....

2009-11-19T05:14:00.000+05:30

This Black six string shall be the centre off all my attraction in the coming days.

Tujhe Dekha to ye jaana sanam ...

Pyaar ... Hota hai ... Deewaana sanam ....

There I go ... no more crooning, its instrumentalzzz!! [:P] ... I ve begun to make this sound little more mellifluous than it actually is, but nevermind, Ill have to shower such false praises on my bruised fingers ! ..

...Raring to have another go at this ...

P.S. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep"

PPS - Gita... Ring Ring.. Ringa... Ring Ring Ringaa......Ring.....Ring...... hehe... (ahem...ahm...xcuse me..)

"Five years on, the same old Sachin story"....

2009-11-06T11:35:00.000+05:30

.....is the Twitter update from Nirmal Shekar- the modern day Shakespeare, who had glorified greatness as did Sachin. This is a fitting tribute to the genuis of Sachin and the ever palpable capitulation of In-dee-yaa (Chak De style :P)...

Read on ....

"Sachin Tendulkar scores a brilliant century. India loses the match.

So, what's new, some might ask. Nothing, really. Facts are facts. The first Indian ODI hundred on Pakistani soil was a marvellous exhibition of aggressive batsmanship under pressure. Yet, India did lose the match in the end.

On the face of it, it would appear that some scripts in sport can never be altered, improved upon; it's more and more and more of the same, the irony as apparent to all as the glee on the Pakistan players' faces on Tuesday night when the great man departed with India still 85 shy of the huge target.

But, a little over 12 hours after the Mumbai maestro began his agonising trek back to the pavilion at Rawalpindi, when a friend called on Wednesday morning and passed a snide remark about Tendulkar's `inability to complete the job,' this writer reacted so violently as to surprise himself. Had the conversation been face to face rather than on the telephone, there might have been reason now to regret my actions.

But, please, please, will anyone provide any meaningful proof to convince me that Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar's innings have not been as useful to the Indian cause as any other played by any batsman from this country in the entire history of the great game?

So much of what has been said and written about Tendulkar's success not translating into Indian success, more often than not, has been such trite nonsense that you find yourself wanting to laugh at the peddlers of such half-baked illogical arguments.

Just consider Tuesday night's game: On an evening when the Pakistani bowlers finally got their act together, with the dangerous Shoaib Akhtar and Mohammad Sami bowling with tremendous zeal and control, the great man played a truly breathtaking innings. The chase was on simply because Tendulkar was on, on song.

What is more, when Tendulkar left, fourth out, India needed 85 runs from 11.2 overs which, given what we have seen in Karachi and Rawalpindi, was hardly an impossible target, especially for a team that takes pride in its batting depth in the limited overs game.

If those who followed Tendulkar botched the chase, how can you blame the great man for leaving the stage after a truly heroic innings that took a lot out of him?

The point about Tendulkar staying on to finish the job or not finishing it is pure rubbish — because there is no point there at all. If the great man came in at No. 5 or No. 6 you can expect him to be around more often than not when the winning runs are scored. But he is an opener. And he has done wonders in that role.

To me, quite apart from Tendulkar's propulsive energy and marvellous fluency with the bat, a lasting image of Tuesday night was the sight of Akhtar applauding the great man's hundred. Not that it is uncommon for bowlers to be quite as sporting. But the Pakistani fast bowler's eyes told a wonderful tale.

There was admiration in those soft eyes. Pure, unalloyed admiration. If there wasn't all this hype about the `rivalry', you'd even suspect that Akhtar might have quietly walked into Tendulkar's hotel room later that night to seek the great man's autograph.

It doesn't come easy — such admiration. A tearaway with attitude, Akhtar knows the damage he can do to batsmen's morale. And the respect he has for his great Indian rival has come from a series of experiences in combat situations.

Five years ago, in a sporting theatre far different — and thousands of miles away — from Rawalpindi, I saw such admiration in Andre Agassi's eyes. The balding man from Las Vegas was playing the finest grass court tennis of his life in a Wimbledon (1999) final. And he was getting killed.

For, on that day, as Agassi would say later, "Pete (Sampras) walked on water." In more than a quarter of a century, I have not seen anyone play tennis quite like Sampras did in that final. What the virtuoso conductor of the grass court orchestra came up with was tennis of such breathtaking, timeless perfection that it may never be matched.

The point is, it is the Akhtars of this world who will know the real measure of Tendulkar's genius, just as it is the Agassis of the tennis world who will have realised how great Sampras was.

Several weeks ago, that unforgettable look of admiration could be seen in another tearaway's eyes in Sydney when the little master left behind a slump and made a big double hundred. As Tendulkar looked to the skies on reaching three figures, you could notice Brett Lee clapping and the message in his eyes as well.

On Tuesday, chasing 330 under lights against disciplined bowling on a pitch where the ball was stopping and coming, it was because of Tendulkar's genius that India managed to make a match of it. Take him away from the picture and Inzamam and Co. might have been in bed by 10 p.m.

The problem is, we in this country are too used to Tendulkar. It is almost as if we have been in the presence of exceptional genius for too long that we have come to take it for granted. And when you take anything for granted, you fail to realise its true significance, its real value.

.......is the Twitter update from Nirmal Sekhar..... the genius who had taken greatness to greater levels... What Sachin or Sampras could do on field, he did it off it. A pen is mightier than a sword, as they say ...

It is unlikely that the tourist guide loitering on the perimeters of the Taj monument would have appreciated its timeless beauty — and even if he did, it is less likely that he might have pondered its historic value to a civilisation.

On the other hand, a visitor from faraway Canada or Germany would sit there awestruck in front of the Taj all day until it is framed in all its splendour in twilight.

For us Indians, it's a bit like that when it comes to Tendulkar. Too often we evaluate him and what he has done in the middle in terms of India's victories and defeats. Which is a pity, for when we bring in such pedestrian arithmetic, what we can and should admire in the great man eludes our grasp.

To put it simply, those of us who rate Tendulkar's masterpieces purely in terms of what they have meant for the team — played in a winning cause or not — sadly settle for less. And some of us will realise this long after the great little man has played his last innings for his country.

Celebrate his genius now, revel in its incandescence now. In other lands where cricket is played, they build monuments for far lesser men. So let us celebrate Tendulkar's genius, in victory and in defeat. Some time in the not too distant future, we may not have anything quite like it in the Indian cricket team to celebrate.

In my book, anyway, there is nothing in Indian sport now (perhaps ever) that is quite as worthy of celebration as the genius of Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar."

PS- For those intrigued by the image of the paper article, devour this gem of an article from Nirmal Sekhar on the Sharjah Sachin..... @ angelfire

Find myself ....

2009-10-25T03:30:00.000+05:30

Sandwiched between a TGIF and a NGIM ..... and fear losing the weekend!

By the time this realisation dawns.... its already dawn and just this day left before NGIM starts ...haunting... hunting ...(watever) again !

These are exactly the thoughts that take one whizzing along on this "Road of Perdition"...

PS- TGIF - Thank God Its Friday (almost ubiquitous once @ work)

PPS-NGIM- No God Its Monday (ditto, albeit a far less famous one! ... Coined by yours truly)

Swear to GOD !! ..

2009-10-24T02:59:00.000+05:30

This is it !! .... Wanna know a single reason why Id go ahead n learn to play guitar????

"Hey .. Mr. Tambourine man ... play a song for me ...

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to."

I swore to God("uncliched").... that Id not die before I learn to play this song! .... (after this moved me to tears NOW)...

The first time when I heard this on a night show on Radio (long before I had "listened"-I mean not just some fleeting auditory sensation, to Link in Park), it had left me speechless... simply because I had been deeply drawn into my dreamworld by the time this masterpiece had culminated....

This time ... I read the lyrics and crooned this "sanctified" piece and ........

It happened that.... that I could no more read the lyrics ..... for one, I knew most of them by now ... and other, 'cos my eyes were moist .....

Hats off Bob Dylan..... I know he must've composed a zillion other songs far better than this as u might feel ....

But this is "................" (blame it on my vocab) .... cant u give a better insight.. than ...

"Mr. Tambourine Man" ..... go.... don waste time .....get lost in this .... !!

P.S. ........

"Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right,
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren’t alone.
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years." ...... -Vikram Seth, (picked up from Amitabh Iyer) !...

.... Was a rather heady mix !!

PPS - Betrayed Nothing Else Matters !! :(

Irony man.... just plain Irony !!!...

2009-10-18T01:35:00.000+05:30

Imagine all my ranting on this space going in vain !! All my raving about the way I get up just disappear like that !!

OMG(removed the F to avoid Blog Flagging :P)!!!! Imagine waking up .. forget waking up .. Il giv u something worse ... Imagine staying awake all night just because u cudnt sleep though u wanted desperately too ... though u had to loads of wrk next day !! . Nevr mind .. STAY AWAKE is the dictum!

WHaaaaiiiiii !!???!!?? ?!?? .... I yell out in vain ... But... I cant hear myself (Sounds too phony...Trust me its true ..)

Then the relisation dawns .... the enlightenment sets in !! .. Ive found my own Bodhi Vruksh in this menagerie ..... where the wild has been let loose !!

The answer ironically ... is ...

Its Diwaliiii time ..... "Festival of lights" rechristened... to.. "Festival of Sounds" ....

Oh... screw me !! .. Was I once in this melee too ??!? ... Was I being the muddlehead all these years that this younger lot too will someday realise?? ... hopefully soon !

.... Too many reflections... ruminations ... regrets ... !! (The 3 Rs hehe ... )

Paranoid Android ...!?!?

2009-10-16T04:51:00.000+05:30

Work has Finally started to have its effects !!

-It has killed the "Creative Genius" in me .....n making me an Android... and

-It now makes me paranoid ! ....

College had the perfect blend .... It was a zoo !! ... Good n Bad ... Dudes n Duds .. some Hot n Cool....

A Workplace is NO University...

Never more was the dichotomy less vivid...Everyones a Suck up! There are diktats....Everybody dresses well and U finally have to .. U need to ... ! Its a Factory !! ...

Offshoot of this phenomena is what has given rise to paranoia ! ...

- To wake up at the right time and in the RIGHT WAY! ..

-To dress up well ..

-Forget things at home... Naaat!!

Right time is pretty obvious, being just an hour before work... but Right way is .... a bit nostalgic...

Remember the gud old times when mom used to draw the curtains and let the sun fall into your dreary eyes so that u knew it was 7 am and had to get ready to school.... (Every night before sleep I used tell myself to stop hating this feeling !) ..

As u grew older and moms n dads got busier with their daily chores, u had the worst thing in history of TIME happen- Introduction to Wake Up alarms !!

The whole of last weekend was well spent on alarms, selecting the Least intruding and Most potent at that ! Mind you ... not an easy job for one who needs half hour of dedicated attention to get himself out of bed !! .. from Titanic to Dhan Te Naa ... been there ..but never woke up!

Well... well... the story goes on.... onnn.. n yaawnn.... heres another week coming to an end .. and still sulking about the way I get up! ...

P.S. The alarm tone goes something like the old factory siren ud have heard !! .... :P ...sonorous to the core..!!!

PPS - Very much open to suggestions on the alarm tone!

PPPS- Sigh !! .. (one too many) ... A zoo is btr than a Factory .. guffaw :)

50 yrs and NOT going so strong anymore!!

2009-09-17T02:58:00.000+05:30

Nostalgic is all I can feel right now! The DD symbol in itself is so idiosyncratic of my childhood days. Surabhi topped it all though Wednesday night Chitrahaar and Sunday morning Rangoli (with Hema Malini) were always there. News at 9 was entertaining-not to forget Sumit Tandon and Salma Sultan, with such decorum being maintained to the core that would make today's channels go green with envy!!

Coming to Soap Operas, DD was the baap of all these STARs and ZEEs with...

-Shaktimaan(Everyone loved it..) , Shanti (ran into 4 digits i guess !!),

-Even ShahRukh Khan will have fond memories of DD, thanks to Circus and Fauji that were aired on DD.

- And to top it all, where else would you find Amitabh Bacchan yelling at us in Pulse Polio immunisation ads!!

All we,or atleast most of the people who are following this, would turn to DD is when there is a cricket match being telecast in some obscure channel which our cable operator has ignored to provide us 'cos its anyways been telecast on DD.... huh !!

Whats in a ... thnx

2009-09-10T02:41:00.000+05:30

The apathetic auto driver,going by his demenour, unwillingly told me to hop in. When he dropped me off at my residence, all I offered him was his due and a "thanks".

At that moment,when he must have been contemplating his next destination, the words I uttered left him spellbound.. He digested it and slowly raised his hand in a typical "salaam bhai" fashion and acknowledged it with a smile on his face!

Happiness Unmatched!!

P.S. No..not a moral story ..Chill!(Dont take your daggers out..)

Malena:D&G

2009-09-05T04:31:00.001+05:30

No.. it is not Dolce & Gabbana....[:P]

The narrative runs very much parallel to the work of art-Malena, except that it is much more contemporary. The culmination is not the happy ending of the couple but the ordeals faced by the lovelorn-"T".

Who is .....whoo???

Long long ago there lived, in a remote village, a girl named G. There was a time when nobody would even bother to have a glance at her,leave alone disturb her. Time passes by and slowly G begins to get noticed for her unusually attractive features and a rather clandestine affair with D.

D, on the other hand is very overtly dismissive about G. D in fact relocates himself to a remote location adding fuel to the fire of these rumours. This intrigues quite a few people and drew them into this engrossing tale.

.....Ostracized???

Along with few mere curious onlookers(say T) come some wily old foxes as well who were sniffing something really lucrative,say A and B. Both A &B already have laid out plans well beforehand to ambush G.T,in the meanwhile starts to have feelings for G. He is fascinated by G. He is bowled over by G's beauty in every possible way.

With no D around, and with G being seen a few times with Q,W,Z.....this is the time, when the rumor mills start working extra time and all hell breaks loose. Every move G makes is misinterpreted. A & B try to win over G and take stock of the position to no avail. T desperately begins to search for opportunities to meet G,birthdays and classes not withstanding.

With her every step being scrutinized, social life becomes difficult. G is ostracised.

...End???

D later admits to have loved G over all these years and accepts her wholeheartedly leaving T,A,B high and dry !!

May D&G live happily ever after. May T find peace!!

P.S.-While T may have been portrayed with a negative shade, it is just his desire for G that is giving him sleepless nights till date!!

-Most of the alphabet know each other.(U c y coding was mandatory!!)

-Godfather:Sarkar, .....Malena: D&G (A tribute to the former!!)

Soft Targets eh ?!?!?

2009-07-10T19:15:00.000+05:30

Is India the only nation being singled out?? ... Books, movies and almost all popular forms of art have unitedly starting to dish out the same stuff to Indians world over..

Slumdog Millionaire started it all... followed up very dutifully by the

Brtish in giving the Bookers Prize to The White Tiger..Is it that those pieces of art are being given the status of a magnum opus just because they portray India in the "best"(i.e. the most derogatory) possible way???

I know it might seem very condescending especially to "defy" something as prestigious as the Oscars and the Bookers....Frankly a Pretty gut wrenching experience as a mere onlooker..Being Insulted over n over by the person belonging to the same country ...

What for heaven's sake is wrong with morality???? The writer feels very much trapped inside this vicious whatever and refers it to the "coop"..

Slums being the highlight in the movie mentioned and the way it was screened was great though! ...No doubts ..

But is that for what we need to feel happy about?? do we need to stay contended with this Sort of shit ???

India is booming..a world power in the making... We definitely need not be projected in this demeaning way. A country full of inequalities..a land of no opportunities isn't all about this land..That is a pretty cynical view..

I especially appreciate a film like New York and hold it as high as Lagaan in my perspective-the one about which i have been blabbing about..Both these movies throw the same crap that they have been dishing out to us..They expose the faulty ways of the English Rule in one and the other shows the FBI in poor light for once.. Let these movies be cheered for once.. and let movies like Mira Nair's Monsoon Wedding do the talking for once..

P.S. Excuse me if all I end up making is some childish tantrum..but sure pour in ur views if Im making anywer near a point!!

2009-04-11T07:13:00.000+05:30

"TWENTY YEARS FROM NOW YOU WILL BE MORE DISAPPOINTED BY THE THINGS THAT YOU DIDN'T DO THAN BY THE ONES YOU DID DO. SO THROW OFF THE BOWLINES. SAIL AWAY FROM THE SAFE HARBOR. CATCH THE TRADE WINDS IN YOUR SAILS. EXPLORE. DREAM. DISCOVER." Mark Twain

So guys Dont worry if your blog sucks!! go ahead create one post some nonsensical stuff ! You will never regret doing it!

P.S. A rather colorful start.