Ten men walk into our lives nd destroy it in all possible ways. We kill nine & capture one! He is young, educated & quite presentable to be honest. Different stories surface via various news channels (All claiming it to be EXCLUSIVE & through a very reliable source); Few are worth reading while the rest seem to be a mere gimmick by the channels to increase the respective TRP ratings.
What happens next? ‘Indians’ around the country or for that matter around the globe start offering ‘THE SOLUTION’. Some say bomb Pakistan, some suggest a subtle action within the boundaries of UN nd then we have those who just don’t even give a fuck – not ‘cuz they dun care for the country but ‘cuz they have become immune to such attacks!
Our mobile phone is flooded with texts about the next ‘peace walk’ or some message to be forwarded to all Indians so that ‘WE’ can take things in our hands & solve things the ‘right’ way. Millions of emails are been pushed out by the second, so much so that the automatic system designed by email providers are identifying such emails as SPAM mail!! Do we have any solution?? Umm… NO!
Today all the newspapers are having a field day with the ‘one-month-anniversary’ of the gruesome attack. It provides for quite an interesting read simply ‘cuz we (Matured & Responsible Citizen of India) are still provided with different versions of the event. To be honest, if you were to read all ‘stories’ minus the headlines & character names; I am sure you would have mistaken it for various bollywood movies - Full of suspense, horror, action etc. It’s like the numerous versions of Bhagat Singh movies which were dished out in the last couple of years... Different directors, Different actors, Different budget, Different storyline – Just Different!!!!
Am I one of those who don’t give a fuck about his country? Those who have given up hope? Those who want a change but have no clue what it actually means? Those who know how to complain but are too fucking lazy to make anything happen? Maybe I am … Maybe I am not … Maybe you & I share the same feeling of anger, frustration, defeat, helplessness, hate … Maybe not.
Here is how I spent the last one month.
§ I watched the ‘Live & Exclusive’ coverage of the incident on about six channels!
§ Discussed the issue with my friend’s nd family for the next 3 days.
§ Chose not to be an easy target for another attack & opted out of the peace walk
§ Discussed the issue with a new bunch of friends
§ Zoomed off to attend my brothers wedding
§ Discussed the issue with my relatives from other state & shared there reactions from the Jaipur bombing (Do we have any answers for that?? Umm... NO! )
§ Laughed at the blame game played between our ever fascinating ‘leaders’
§ Got busy with the wedding & thoroughly enjoyed every moment
§ Discussed the wedding and the terror attack with few foreigners on my way back to Bombay & noticed that they cared more about the wedding!
§ Found no change in the security at the airport or police in general
§ Ignored the discussions carried out through emails & text messages
§ Conveniently forgot what happened at Taj, Oberoi, Trident, Leopold & CST
You will receive 903, 000 results in 0.07 seconds if you type Kasab on google search. Who the fuck is this man? Correction – Who the fuck is this boy? Pakistan has refused to recognize him even though it’s ex president has gone on national television commenting about Kasab’s family & village in Pakistan! If you view his photo’s, video’s & confessions (questionable), your brain is bound to work double time in order to figure out the most horrific death for him – knowing that it’s perfectly alright thinking about it ‘cuz its bout a guy who blindly shot a million rounds & wanted to kill everyone in sight. To make things even worse he even goes on record nd says ‘No regrets’. I’m no different from you; I have a list of ten possible ways of getting rid of this boy – Our ‘united’ government can choose one or decide to use all at once! Either ways it’ll send out a specific & strong signal to all those who plan to execute similar ‘duty’ in the future... BUT will it guarantee peace in our country? Umm... NO!
I wanna hold my neck out & pose few more questions. Maybe you have thought bout it …but then maybe not!
§ Has anyone tried to find out what made this teenager take liking to such high end guns & actually believe in the slogan ‘Kill till the last breath’?
§ What could possibly make a human sacrifice his/her own life – be it for another person, religion or any other cause?
§ How is he different from a child who might have seen his father getting slaughtered while his mother & sister were getting gang raped?
§ Does he deserve to live?
§ Is he actually alive?
I don’t have any of the answer & most probably will never have but I do know that I am a changed person. I no longer question the system or point finger at the corrupt leader. Not ‘cuz I don’t give a fuck about what happens us ‘Indians’ BUT ‘cuz I have realized that I cant keep pushing the problem on someone else & take the easy way out. I have been irresponsible & ignorant towards MY country & I am paying for it today. I am paying for it not through the taxes but through the loss of the secure feeling that I once roamed around in the city, through the lack of trust in the person sitting next to me in a train/bus/restaurant, through the lost hope for a better future for me & my loved ones.
I am paying very dearly & yet I am trying to find some new and easy way out! But is running away from such issues in life an option? Umm… NO!
Pardon me for not saluting the “Spirit of Bombay” … Its does not exist! The only thing that’s keeping an average individual going despite the traffic, corruption, pollution, diplomacy, floods & terror attacks is the NEED to earn money to satisfy the everyday necessity of his family. Which sane person would want to live in this city? But do we want to contemplate that choice? Umm… NO!
I come in Peace
Vish
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Once in a lifetime...
It’s been almost a month since we got married. I don’t want to make this post sound like a diary entry, forgive me if it does; I haven’t blogged since quite sometime. I miss being the bride…I miss all the madness. The intent however remains a KT to “Would be” brides and to the ones who already walked the road and will nod while reading this.
Come to think of it, I always wanted the “Great Indian Wedding”. Not as magnanimous as the show on NDTV, but then great in its own stride of greatness. When it really, more so “Finally” was happening, I was overwhelmed by the entire process. A bride definitely gets terrified at least a week before the D day. It happens and is inevitable. On the female graph, I would put the irritation levels above PMS. People, who ordinarily wouldn’t have taken so much shit, begin to. It’s cuz of the trump card, you really are the Queen.
There is this weird memoir of the day, while I was walking down the aisle. I was extremely nervous, actually quite scared. It was cuz this was the first time I was wearing heels. I had had horrific dreams of falling off, while walking. I heard some aunts saying things like “Oh..how sweet…kitna sharma rahi hai dulhan…”
I could have puked in my mouth. I walked down fine, I kept looking down…people would now know why. The only time I lift my eye lids were for Arun – the photographer. The pictures are brilliant by the way….
The wedding was a 7 course meal and it was spread across 5 days.
There were “oh-so-many puja’s”, “the mehndi”, “ladies sangeet” “a cocktail” etc etc
It was a lot of fun, for the guests of course. My dad’s pockets were burnt, my mom was crying again n again, my sis was running around and I was jittery. The guests (especially the ones who didn’t really matter) were having a gala time.
Coming to the handy tips:
If you are organizing this all by yourself, the Indian brides usually don’t get to do this all by themselves. But then we do have a say. All that for independence.
This section is very “Sadi Dilli” specific, cuz I got married in that city, and I personally feel that is the only place in India where it is such big a deal. Other cities are still evolving when it comes to turning it into a Broadway musical. Delhites are veterans….
It is one of the greatest and easiest (well not anymore) ways to earn money. A project manager is a must, and we both felt that what we needed the most was a PM. We have self proclaimed ourselves as wedding planners the next time there is a wedding in the family. More on that later….moving on….
Photographer / Videographer:
Prem Studio
Photographer: Arun
One may find them irritating while they are at it.
But the results later on are phenomenal.
But it would be really great, if the old school of an Indian wedding photo session went through some evolution. The couples nowadays look for moments, fakeness that looks natural and video’s which could be documentaries.
Nevertheless, Prem studio would evolve. As of now, they simply are the best!
Make up: Ambika Pillai
The successful Delhi based entrepreneur doesn’t do it herself now. She has even stopped administering the process. But then pick up any of her senior artists and after that just leave it to them. Too much of meddling in their business, isn’t helpful – a lesson from the engagement.
An advice here would be, when leaving for the salon, dress very plane Jane’ish. The transition is extremely overwhelming. This is D day, you couldn’t have looked prettier. That’s a fact!
Mehndi vaala:
I have forgotten his name. But he sits in the Alaknanda market. All the GK-1 M block fella’s are good as well. These guys are true artists. This one was particularly strict, but then all worth it. Few traces of the mehndi still remain…..
Another flashback: People especially uncles getting sloshed in the evening and then dancing. It wasn’t joyous for anything specific. It was just joyous….I miss the frolic!
De Chuda:
Should be brought from Lajpat Nagar. More importantly, it should be worn…They do appear cheesy when you see women in bikinis wearing them on their honey moon. The worst part is. Why post them on the social networks! That’s where it just doesn’t match. They completely go with the wedding attire. They are considered auspicious (why leave a stone unturned?) and you can always have a shortcut of a 11 day time frame.
Cards:
Build a wedding website. It’s fun. There is:
Firstphera.com
Ewedding.com
Create event reminders on Face book. The e-way is really the best way to reach out to people. And then, there are always emails.
The paper card was quite classy and was ordered from Rajinder Nagar. But running around distributing cards, is no fun!
Venue:
Delhi has so many options, since weddings are quite an industry there.
Eg. Claremont, Farm houses, Lutyens, Tivoli etc.
Bangalore is limited to hotels and kalyan mantaps.
There is so much more that I would have forgotten. I would write more entries about the most important day of my life in months to come.
I miss all the madness now. I really do…
Wish a bride would realize it then, and not when she skims through the albums. WB’s…I urge you all to at least try.
Come to think of it, I always wanted the “Great Indian Wedding”. Not as magnanimous as the show on NDTV, but then great in its own stride of greatness. When it really, more so “Finally” was happening, I was overwhelmed by the entire process. A bride definitely gets terrified at least a week before the D day. It happens and is inevitable. On the female graph, I would put the irritation levels above PMS. People, who ordinarily wouldn’t have taken so much shit, begin to. It’s cuz of the trump card, you really are the Queen.
There is this weird memoir of the day, while I was walking down the aisle. I was extremely nervous, actually quite scared. It was cuz this was the first time I was wearing heels. I had had horrific dreams of falling off, while walking. I heard some aunts saying things like “Oh..how sweet…kitna sharma rahi hai dulhan…”
I could have puked in my mouth. I walked down fine, I kept looking down…people would now know why. The only time I lift my eye lids were for Arun – the photographer. The pictures are brilliant by the way….
The wedding was a 7 course meal and it was spread across 5 days.
There were “oh-so-many puja’s”, “the mehndi”, “ladies sangeet” “a cocktail” etc etc
It was a lot of fun, for the guests of course. My dad’s pockets were burnt, my mom was crying again n again, my sis was running around and I was jittery. The guests (especially the ones who didn’t really matter) were having a gala time.
Coming to the handy tips:
If you are organizing this all by yourself, the Indian brides usually don’t get to do this all by themselves. But then we do have a say. All that for independence.
This section is very “Sadi Dilli” specific, cuz I got married in that city, and I personally feel that is the only place in India where it is such big a deal. Other cities are still evolving when it comes to turning it into a Broadway musical. Delhites are veterans….
It is one of the greatest and easiest (well not anymore) ways to earn money. A project manager is a must, and we both felt that what we needed the most was a PM. We have self proclaimed ourselves as wedding planners the next time there is a wedding in the family. More on that later….moving on….
Photographer / Videographer:
Prem Studio
Photographer: Arun
One may find them irritating while they are at it.
But the results later on are phenomenal.
But it would be really great, if the old school of an Indian wedding photo session went through some evolution. The couples nowadays look for moments, fakeness that looks natural and video’s which could be documentaries.
Nevertheless, Prem studio would evolve. As of now, they simply are the best!
Make up: Ambika Pillai
The successful Delhi based entrepreneur doesn’t do it herself now. She has even stopped administering the process. But then pick up any of her senior artists and after that just leave it to them. Too much of meddling in their business, isn’t helpful – a lesson from the engagement.
An advice here would be, when leaving for the salon, dress very plane Jane’ish. The transition is extremely overwhelming. This is D day, you couldn’t have looked prettier. That’s a fact!
Mehndi vaala:
I have forgotten his name. But he sits in the Alaknanda market. All the GK-1 M block fella’s are good as well. These guys are true artists. This one was particularly strict, but then all worth it. Few traces of the mehndi still remain…..
Another flashback: People especially uncles getting sloshed in the evening and then dancing. It wasn’t joyous for anything specific. It was just joyous….I miss the frolic!
De Chuda:
Should be brought from Lajpat Nagar. More importantly, it should be worn…They do appear cheesy when you see women in bikinis wearing them on their honey moon. The worst part is. Why post them on the social networks! That’s where it just doesn’t match. They completely go with the wedding attire. They are considered auspicious (why leave a stone unturned?) and you can always have a shortcut of a 11 day time frame.
Cards:
Build a wedding website. It’s fun. There is:
Firstphera.com
Ewedding.com
Create event reminders on Face book. The e-way is really the best way to reach out to people. And then, there are always emails.
The paper card was quite classy and was ordered from Rajinder Nagar. But running around distributing cards, is no fun!
Venue:
Delhi has so many options, since weddings are quite an industry there.
Eg. Claremont, Farm houses, Lutyens, Tivoli etc.
Bangalore is limited to hotels and kalyan mantaps.
There is so much more that I would have forgotten. I would write more entries about the most important day of my life in months to come.
I miss all the madness now. I really do…
Wish a bride would realize it then, and not when she skims through the albums. WB’s…I urge you all to at least try.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Go Obama!
All these days while a friend of mine was busy campaigning for Barack Obama, my mind wandered everywhere but to this topic. It was floating in the lands of love, anxiety and nervousness.
As I made my way to spend my last day in office,the radio blared declaring Obama's victory. I will never forget the look in my dad's eye which told me "I-can't-believe-i-missed-it". I was told to log in to cnn.com in the car...as he couldn't believe the crazy Delhi RJ's who might have misinterpreted the leads as the result. I didn't want to argue and I started logging in, somehow the page took unexpected time to load and the usual patience in him had started turning around.
When I told him, "It's true dad...he really has won. It's announced." He grabbed my phone and made sure. I could have been offended but I wasn't.
We congratulated each other and that was the moment I knew, that this was historic. That this was something I would never forget and that this was the "change" that had been accepted the world over. As soon as I got down the car, the big LCD at the entrance of Vatika Towers showed visuals of the US president graciously delivering his victory speech. There was no voice, the visuals spoke to me.
I would never forget it...It was my last day after all.
In the evening when I got back home, my sister and mom told me that they are fans and that they are floored. I had to watch all the video's now. Yesterday morning was spent on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ , if any of you have missed these moments, I suggest you don't.
The world has changed.
The times of global crisis will change.
The face of the new world has arrived.
The foreign policies that has been bothering us, might bring us good in disguise.
My favorite parts in the speech :
"It's not about the red states and the blue states anymore....It's about the United States of America"
One of the best captured moments of his victory speech was when people started mouthing"Yes we can" with their newly chosen leader.
A very unlike US president has won, someone who is so fit and lean. The fourth youngest US President,he is someone who is not white but will definitely fit in the White House.
He leaves people completely inspired, motivated and passionate.
Go Obama!
As I made my way to spend my last day in office,the radio blared declaring Obama's victory. I will never forget the look in my dad's eye which told me "I-can't-believe-i-missed-it". I was told to log in to cnn.com in the car...as he couldn't believe the crazy Delhi RJ's who might have misinterpreted the leads as the result. I didn't want to argue and I started logging in, somehow the page took unexpected time to load and the usual patience in him had started turning around.
When I told him, "It's true dad...he really has won. It's announced." He grabbed my phone and made sure. I could have been offended but I wasn't.
We congratulated each other and that was the moment I knew, that this was historic. That this was something I would never forget and that this was the "change" that had been accepted the world over. As soon as I got down the car, the big LCD at the entrance of Vatika Towers showed visuals of the US president graciously delivering his victory speech. There was no voice, the visuals spoke to me.
I would never forget it...It was my last day after all.
In the evening when I got back home, my sister and mom told me that they are fans and that they are floored. I had to watch all the video's now. Yesterday morning was spent on http://www.bbc.co.uk/ , if any of you have missed these moments, I suggest you don't.
The world has changed.
The times of global crisis will change.
The face of the new world has arrived.
The foreign policies that has been bothering us, might bring us good in disguise.
My favorite parts in the speech :
"It's not about the red states and the blue states anymore....It's about the United States of America"
One of the best captured moments of his victory speech was when people started mouthing"Yes we can" with their newly chosen leader.
A very unlike US president has won, someone who is so fit and lean. The fourth youngest US President,he is someone who is not white but will definitely fit in the White House.
He leaves people completely inspired, motivated and passionate.
Go Obama!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Falling in Love?
What is love?
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Is it a just a feeling like hunger? Is it a necessity like breathing? Is it a style statement like your mobile? Is it a hobby like cricket? Is it a passion like life? Is it everything yet nothing at all?
Anyone? Everyone? No one?
This is probably the most common four letter word in the history. You may associate it with the individuals close to you; your parents, your partner, your pet, your confidant, your poison, yourself! But can anyone actually define Love? Yes? I will pay you if you can satisfy my curiosity & give me a definitive answer to all my questions. I’ll pay you in kind.. Maybe shower you with Lurrve!!
When do you know that you are in love?
Is it when you forget all about yourself & spend 30 hour a day visualizing yourself with your Significant Other (SO)? Is it when you can’t stand anyone speak wrong about the only ‘perfect’ person in your life? Is it when your blood boils if your SO gives more importance to someone else? Is it when you feel empty in their absence & spring to life with a mere sms? I wouldn’t say that I have spend an enormous time trying to figure this mystery, but I surely have experienced the ups & downs that it brings with it. Its strange how all the cliché & filmy dialogues don’t seem funny anymore when you are a part. Things that defy common sense suddenly occupy your mind & you actually start believing in its occurrence. “I’ll get the stars & moon for you” – YA RITE!!!!
Someone please tell me how is it a happy feeling?
Research tells us that ‘Love’ is the main cause for suicide. I mean take for eg. an icecream. You like your lips that changes color with every lick, you like the soft yet frozen feel on your tongue, you like the way it feels as it makes its way from your mouth all the way to your stomach – But would you harm yourself once you are done enjoying it? No! At max you will order one more. You will relish it for sometime BUT you will surely not bang your head against the wall till you can’t feel it any more, blood starts gushing from your nose & get a sick feeling in your stomach!!!!
Everything in this world is an option for every individual; be it choice of food, clothes, work, friends & the best part is that its given that you don’t have to stick to one option in any choice. Your are allowed to eat a Chinese pizza with a pudina chatni, wear om kurta with denims & Italian shows, live in Indian home with Romanian interiors equipped with Korean technology BUT its not acceptable to love two individuals at the same time!! It’s against the society & termed as cheating!!
Why??????
I don’t think society by itself has anything against loving two people or at least if you consider ancient, the first forms of civilization, back then man was very comfortable with the fact that the human race is not meant to be monogamous. It was understood that one would have multiple partners. Even Indian mythology has proof that polygamy was very much the way of the society back in the start of time as we know it. It really depends on whether your partner has it in her/him to understand that love can happen with two or more people. Sadly most people don’t... because with love comes possessiveness & territorialism. Many people aren’t secure enough in themselves to give in to free love
Note: Part of this blog has been influenced by Indian next best selling author Sim Chan.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Hello??!!
After watching the movie, yes I am talking about "Hello" I was in the mood to write a hate mail to one of the most promising Indian authors. On second thoughts, I decided to go public and spread the joy.
The movie is based on Chetan bhagat's popular book : One night at the call center.
The only thing screwed up in the book was the end. That's alright, I am not good with ends either. An afterthought to his last two novels always makes you wonder "Why would he do that to the end?!"
However in case of the movie, everything from the first frame to the last frame was screwed up. They screwed up the characterization, the plot, the setting and not to forget the end...of course! It's sad, more so unfair to drag the "significant mine" to such movies....just for my undying love for Chetan's writing. He was thoroughly bored, and was sms'ing his pals during the 3 hour ordeal.
What went wrong?
Well everything....
a). Salman Khan plays the role of Chetan in the book. I mean... HELLO?!
He even had to do a cheap thrust number to save the movie. Sorry, but topless Salman doesn't work anymore.
b). Katrina plays the role of story teller in a language she cannot speak.Thats right,Hindi.
Luckily her voice is dubbed, but please check out the wardrobe malfunction Kaif goes through. Not to forget, she vanishes into thin air.Literally.
What a beautiful edit of the book..I can bet on my life...that the end couldn't have been more messed up. I mean...you have to give it to them...for that.
c). They work in a call center that has just 5 employees who are the central characters of a movie. The director could have easily shot the movie in a real call center, however he preferred to shoot it in the most pseudo setting.
d). The call with god... Lesser said...the better.
e). The characterization is very weak, for eg. Radhika bounces back after her tragedy and starts takings calls, etc etc. None of the characters were built as well as they were in the book, and the wadrobe doesn't do well for them either.
f). The songs are too boring and of no significance.
g). The love angle between Shyam and Priyanka isn't even built up, and moreover Gul Panaag laughs like a horse.
There are so many more....and it's already started to disgust me.
I think it was Atul Agnihotri's experiment which trust me has failed. It was very sweet of Salman and the entire Khan clan to help out his directorial venture.
Should we write off this director?
Yes we should, Atul you couldn't make it as an actor...you wouldn't probably make it as a director as well.
The only good part about the movie :
Oh yea..It does exist.
Sharman who played the role of Shyam, a very promising actor and has done a decent job.
Vroom played by Sohail Khan...Now Sohail is funny and he proved it in the short cameo he played in a recent film "Jaane Tu..."
But ALAS! they really couldn't save the film either...
Indian cinema has found a good story teller for fresh scripts. But he needs to chose the director sensibly.
Well luckily, Five point someone is being recreated in the IIM B Campus and is being directed by Raj Hirani. Hope lives.
The movie is based on Chetan bhagat's popular book : One night at the call center.
The only thing screwed up in the book was the end. That's alright, I am not good with ends either. An afterthought to his last two novels always makes you wonder "Why would he do that to the end?!"
However in case of the movie, everything from the first frame to the last frame was screwed up. They screwed up the characterization, the plot, the setting and not to forget the end...of course! It's sad, more so unfair to drag the "significant mine" to such movies....just for my undying love for Chetan's writing. He was thoroughly bored, and was sms'ing his pals during the 3 hour ordeal.
What went wrong?
Well everything....
a). Salman Khan plays the role of Chetan in the book. I mean... HELLO?!
He even had to do a cheap thrust number to save the movie. Sorry, but topless Salman doesn't work anymore.
b). Katrina plays the role of story teller in a language she cannot speak.Thats right,Hindi.
Luckily her voice is dubbed, but please check out the wardrobe malfunction Kaif goes through. Not to forget, she vanishes into thin air.Literally.
What a beautiful edit of the book..I can bet on my life...that the end couldn't have been more messed up. I mean...you have to give it to them...for that.
c). They work in a call center that has just 5 employees who are the central characters of a movie. The director could have easily shot the movie in a real call center, however he preferred to shoot it in the most pseudo setting.
d). The call with god... Lesser said...the better.
e). The characterization is very weak, for eg. Radhika bounces back after her tragedy and starts takings calls, etc etc. None of the characters were built as well as they were in the book, and the wadrobe doesn't do well for them either.
f). The songs are too boring and of no significance.
g). The love angle between Shyam and Priyanka isn't even built up, and moreover Gul Panaag laughs like a horse.
There are so many more....and it's already started to disgust me.
I think it was Atul Agnihotri's experiment which trust me has failed. It was very sweet of Salman and the entire Khan clan to help out his directorial venture.
Should we write off this director?
Yes we should, Atul you couldn't make it as an actor...you wouldn't probably make it as a director as well.
The only good part about the movie :
Oh yea..It does exist.
Sharman who played the role of Shyam, a very promising actor and has done a decent job.
Vroom played by Sohail Khan...Now Sohail is funny and he proved it in the short cameo he played in a recent film "Jaane Tu..."
But ALAS! they really couldn't save the film either...
Indian cinema has found a good story teller for fresh scripts. But he needs to chose the director sensibly.
Well luckily, Five point someone is being recreated in the IIM B Campus and is being directed by Raj Hirani. Hope lives.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
@ Rock on
Now that the dawg wrote such a big comment on my "oh so" useless post....lets just push it further. This could actually be a ROCK ON battle ground.
dowggie dog said...
(Btw this guy looks like AB junior)
I was one of the lucky (??) ones to have watched this movie before it released for the masses. It meant that I went in the theatre without reading any reviews or frnds feedback (read a clear mind). Unfortunately this meant that I didn’t enjoy the movie as many did.
Yah you should always wait for my reviews. Esp since I tend to enjoy most of the movies. But on a very serious note...how did you manage that?
From the next time, would you please arrange "a before the release show" for me and my close associates as a thank you ;)
These were my observations:
1. Farhan is super-creative-guy who can do everything BUT he can’t keep his head straight for over 2 seconds. (BTW Watch out for his break-dance in his next movie – mind-f**king-blowing!!!!!).
And don't you think he is ugly in spite of the chiseled look?
He is super talented, but again his singing should stick to this genre of music. If he tries to get on to something more bollywood, we've had it.
2. First half was shadow of DCH & second a few notches better than Jhankaar Beats!
Very frankly, DCH was sooo much fun! This one has a lot of serious moments which appeal to you when you watch the movie for the first time. The second time, they were trying to kill me.
3. If it takes a woman (read helpless wife) & 10 yrs to break someone’s ego - HE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR FRNDSHIP!
Well...well.
4. If Purab's character had it in him to open a music comp. – WHO THE F**K WAS STOPPING HIM FOR SO LONG??
The climax was screwed up. No doubt!
All the people who had actually become such losers all of a sudden were successful. Inspired I can believe, but this I definitely cannot. People however beg to differ. Everyone likes nice endings....its called paisa vasooli. I have never been a fan of it.
5. Female playin Arjun’s wife did a splendid job, however I wonder what kept her from being the successful fashion designer. (Notice the absence of foul language here, she was really good!!)
Happiessss Endingsss!
6. ‘Tum Ho Toh’ is indeed the best thing in the movie.
indeed.
7. Both Farhan & Arjun should be put behind bars for having such a physique as it puts immense pressure on us mere mortals!
What about the Arjun's long hair?
What about the super projection of money!
What about Prachi's ring?
8. All singers should take up smoking as it enhances thr voice!
Ayee!! We are strictly against smoking!
Talk to the wall hates ashtrays...
9. 80% of the people who watched the show disagree with the ratings the movie received.
10. Media’s influence on us baffles me!!!!
11. I wish I had waited for the reviews!
Indeed.
dowggie dog said...
(Btw this guy looks like AB junior)
I was one of the lucky (??) ones to have watched this movie before it released for the masses. It meant that I went in the theatre without reading any reviews or frnds feedback (read a clear mind). Unfortunately this meant that I didn’t enjoy the movie as many did.
Yah you should always wait for my reviews. Esp since I tend to enjoy most of the movies. But on a very serious note...how did you manage that?
From the next time, would you please arrange "a before the release show" for me and my close associates as a thank you ;)
These were my observations:
1. Farhan is super-creative-guy who can do everything BUT he can’t keep his head straight for over 2 seconds. (BTW Watch out for his break-dance in his next movie – mind-f**king-blowing!!!!!).
And don't you think he is ugly in spite of the chiseled look?
He is super talented, but again his singing should stick to this genre of music. If he tries to get on to something more bollywood, we've had it.
2. First half was shadow of DCH & second a few notches better than Jhankaar Beats!
Very frankly, DCH was sooo much fun! This one has a lot of serious moments which appeal to you when you watch the movie for the first time. The second time, they were trying to kill me.
3. If it takes a woman (read helpless wife) & 10 yrs to break someone’s ego - HE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR FRNDSHIP!
Well...well.
4. If Purab's character had it in him to open a music comp. – WHO THE F**K WAS STOPPING HIM FOR SO LONG??
The climax was screwed up. No doubt!
All the people who had actually become such losers all of a sudden were successful. Inspired I can believe, but this I definitely cannot. People however beg to differ. Everyone likes nice endings....its called paisa vasooli. I have never been a fan of it.
5. Female playin Arjun’s wife did a splendid job, however I wonder what kept her from being the successful fashion designer. (Notice the absence of foul language here, she was really good!!)
Happiessss Endingsss!
6. ‘Tum Ho Toh’ is indeed the best thing in the movie.
indeed.
7. Both Farhan & Arjun should be put behind bars for having such a physique as it puts immense pressure on us mere mortals!
What about the Arjun's long hair?
What about the super projection of money!
What about Prachi's ring?
8. All singers should take up smoking as it enhances thr voice!
Ayee!! We are strictly against smoking!
Talk to the wall hates ashtrays...
9. 80% of the people who watched the show disagree with the ratings the movie received.
10. Media’s influence on us baffles me!!!!
11. I wish I had waited for the reviews!
Indeed.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Updates
A colleague of mine always passes by my desk and asks me the same question
"Any updates?"
I smile and this continues. Are we imitating someone or do I seem like a gossip monger. Considering the fact that I usually get to know all the gossip way after it's become stale news, I am assuming we are just making fun.
A small story unrelated to this post. Well the post isn't related to anything either.
I have seen "THE" movie of the year twice now. Rock on truly rocked!
I wouldn't mind watching it again and maybe again.
I had the same glint in my eye that I had after DCH.
It was legen...
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
DARYYYY....!! (Barnacle...)
When DCH released, I was 20...I loved the movie. Completely related to it. All of us did. Each 3 group gang was straight out from the movie. Ours however was right out from the TV show "Friends". The movie marked a clear distinction and Indian cinema had "arrived".
We became cool. We became ultra cool.
Rock on came out. I am 27. I still dream and I am inspired that age has nothing to do with creativity. It is never too late. Well I not only believe but I know so, that "jitne bhi armaan hai...poore karr lo". This time its a foursome and they rock together. Music binds them and that is their dream. There is nothing, absolutely nothing which is "wanna be-ish" about the movie. If you haven't seen the movie yet, please don't miss out on it.
We are blessed to be a part of this generation.
We dream, and some of us DO it.
Maybe our kids would dare to live all of their dreams.
Hope lives.
Btw "Tum ho toh" is undoubtedly the best song.
Also, Farhan Akhtar is one of the best things to have happened to Indian cinema.
Trivia :
My posts have had a running theme where nothing is related.
This one is no exception.
There are hardly any posts from the dawgs.
The house in Rock on...is actually Farhan's house. Like REALLY!
A very interesting observation, "significant-mine" cannot multi task at all.
The BIGGG Sunday came and left. It was amazing. Most of you were there or have seen glimpses.
Oh am not so excited. Time to go.
A not-so-great post after all. Atleast I finally wrote...
Btw diamonds are forever!
"Any updates?"
I smile and this continues. Are we imitating someone or do I seem like a gossip monger. Considering the fact that I usually get to know all the gossip way after it's become stale news, I am assuming we are just making fun.
A small story unrelated to this post. Well the post isn't related to anything either.
I have seen "THE" movie of the year twice now. Rock on truly rocked!
I wouldn't mind watching it again and maybe again.
I had the same glint in my eye that I had after DCH.
It was legen...
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
DARYYYY....!! (Barnacle...)
When DCH released, I was 20...I loved the movie. Completely related to it. All of us did. Each 3 group gang was straight out from the movie. Ours however was right out from the TV show "Friends". The movie marked a clear distinction and Indian cinema had "arrived".
We became cool. We became ultra cool.
Rock on came out. I am 27. I still dream and I am inspired that age has nothing to do with creativity. It is never too late. Well I not only believe but I know so, that "jitne bhi armaan hai...poore karr lo". This time its a foursome and they rock together. Music binds them and that is their dream. There is nothing, absolutely nothing which is "wanna be-ish" about the movie. If you haven't seen the movie yet, please don't miss out on it.
We are blessed to be a part of this generation.
We dream, and some of us DO it.
Maybe our kids would dare to live all of their dreams.
Hope lives.
Btw "Tum ho toh" is undoubtedly the best song.
Also, Farhan Akhtar is one of the best things to have happened to Indian cinema.
Trivia :
My posts have had a running theme where nothing is related.
This one is no exception.
There are hardly any posts from the dawgs.
The house in Rock on...is actually Farhan's house. Like REALLY!
A very interesting observation, "significant-mine" cannot multi task at all.
The BIGGG Sunday came and left. It was amazing. Most of you were there or have seen glimpses.
Oh am not so excited. Time to go.
A not-so-great post after all. Atleast I finally wrote...
Btw diamonds are forever!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Thank you Rose..
I am angry.
I am frustrated.
I am worried.
I am confused.
I am aimless.
I am someone else! I often wonder what's wrong with me and get no reply. Everything is the same yet completely wrong. Everyone talks the same yet don’t make sense. Enough money yet there’s nothing to buy. I am healthy yet feel very sick.
I don’t recollect anything drastic that could change me so much - at least nothing that I thought could. Is it that lack of alcohol or charas that is causing these insane thoughts? Could it be the rusting idle mind that’s playing a trick on me? Maybe Global Warming!
Someone was laughing... AT ME! Who? I Dunno…
Someone was on a roll… made me visit the place I HATE the most – HOSPITAL!! India's best cancer hospital. Correction - India's best Private Cancer Hospital!!! People often relate lousy nd worthless service with the government run places; however THIS place easily takes the cake. Not a single staff member below 40 be it the frustrated 'over friendly' doc, hyper 'laidback' receptionist, horny 'snobbish' ward boys or sexless 'motherly' nurse (maybe cuz they spent half their life becoming 'sister'.. That’s beside the point!) This place is capable of infecting any perfectly healthy individual purely by its look and feel. Business strategy? Maybe! Just when I thought i had my hands full with things-to-hate I get this new 'reality' thrown at my face.
Someone screamed 'Take that you sucker' nd walked off laughing his heart out. Who? Screw it…
Here i was waiting for my next appointment, minding my own business - cursing all these lame ass sonovabitches for their non existing work ethics...
'Hi I'm Rose, what’s your name?'
For few moments I forgot everything; no anger, no frustration, no hate, peace! The most beautiful creature on this god forsaken planet had made her way to my right. Ballerina shoes, hair pulled back neatly, toy mobile in hand, dressed in a cute pink outfit she looked like a princess (I think she was one).. Her 94516534513 watt smile blew me away. She didn’t wait for my reply but made sure i couldn’t take my eyes off her as she ran from one corner to the other. Making faces at the sonovabitches - almost taunting them to catch her. She introduced herself to everyone in the room without caring for any response. She smiled nd loved the attention. This went on for bout 5 minutes before her mother escorted her to the doctor’s chamber.
'Bichari ko brain cancer hai... Dun think she'll be around for her 6th birthday'
I couldn’t believe what i heard.. Infact I refused to accept it. In a split second I wished that I could trade places with her. SOMEONE THAT SMALL & HARMLESS DOES NOT DISERVE THIS!
Whistle followed by a sadistic laughter. Didn’t see anyone. Didn’t need to. I knew who it was!
Rose occupied my mind for the rest of the day and I kept wishing for 'trade'!
Another sadistic laughter! Why now? What for? I was only wishing good for someone. All I wanted was to take place so that she can lead my life… Nothing! Silence! Clear mind! Selfish mind! Criminal mind!
Without even realizing I had wished the worse for that poor girl, she was living the way she wanted, she brought a smile to everyone around, she made them forget their worries for that brief moment, she was loving the attention, she was smiling, she was happy! Look at me - I was complete opposite.. I hate everyone, detest every emotion, happiness eludes me & I’ve forgotten to smile.
She was merely losing her body yet continue to live - I am dead nd didn’t even realize it!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
So?
We as a "collective and a cohesive" unit would like YOU to genuinely comment on the pictures below. And by "we" I don't mean me and Manavi. It's the other we.
The significant other would be called the significant mine from now on and had a role to play in the below given pictures.
The collection is called "My Budapest Diaries".
These pictures were clicked using a cellphone 2 MP camera and edited using Picassa.
Circle of Life
The significant other would be called the significant mine from now on and had a role to play in the below given pictures.
The collection is called "My Budapest Diaries".
These pictures were clicked using a cellphone 2 MP camera and edited using Picassa.
Circle of Life
Elements
Feelings
I know a lot many people read our blog (no brag intented).
Please leave your comments and leads for a change.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Are you a whore or a housewife?
What comes to your mind when I say the word whore?
A chameli standing in bylane on a rainy night in Mumbai,a victim of circumstances feeding her children at the end of a night,a friendly phrase used in a conversation by a giant to the three princesses surrounding him.
Scratch that.
Think of a guy anywhere between early twenties and early thirties.Think of how many women he has been with.Those carrying their "manhood" up their pants will be formulating an answer for the above question.I know my answer,so I had this thought...
"Every guy is a whore or a housewife"
I have recently started working on a new course telling him how to identify the problem,analysing the sub-factors to the problem and finally using the alternatives which suit me best.
While I might not have used any of these methods in real life yet,it also said to follow the current trends,to take care of logistics,keep in the mind the environmental and internal factors in a situation that needs to be managed.
To make my point,herein I present a few case studies.I hope the guys I know love,hate and irritate will not get offended.After all,blogging is an art.
Case Study number 1.
My friend Huber(real name is hidden yet visible)
My chaddi buddy who never forgets to checks out a womans bosom and comment loudly enough on it...Loud enough that the girl in question is able to hear his comments,is a perfect stereotype.
Been in two serious relationships for long periods of time.Touch the wrong button and he aint gonna trust gonna again.
While he flirts with everything that possesses a punani,he looks for the right one.
A housewife,in the disguise of a whore,who'd prefer to come home,no,get drunk with someone four nights a week than randoming away.
Case number 2.
A recent friend,lets call him Raag(real name hidden yet visible) is thirty something years old.Sex and the City has taught me how to never judge or care for someone who hasnt gotten married.It has also taught me that if ur single and you're in your thirties,you've been around the block,as much as I'd think that maybe sex might actually get boring.
While entering the unknown territories of marriagehood is as confusing and mindf****** as the Matrix,he recently decided to enter the arena.
Jenny wants to become a plain Jain.
Case number 3.
Lets call him jhakas(real name hidden yet visible).Needless to say,he's anything but jhakaas.I have known him from the past four years or more...and I have know him from close quarters.
While he rants about how noone knows him or he's always been misunderstood,his record with girl is as stereotypical as chocolote ice cream being the new vanilla.
One dreadful relationship and off goes the belief in love.Girl are bitches.I agree.
Now he brags about the number of women he's done...Obviously,he makes it clear to them that he aint looking for nothing serious.
Right.
Like all girls want their hair to be messed up by vermillion.
Case number 4
Lets call him an A.It stands for an asshole.While my disgust and anger reaches new level everytime I think of him, he's the the most unique case ever.
The only relationship he has ever had was at the age of 25.It lasted a year long and managed to keep that girl the happiest times of her life.
Coz of his reasons,responsibilties whatever you may call it, it didnt work out.
He remains to be a single housewife.
You see,life is simpler.
Case number 5.
His name is Ish(real name hidden yet visible)
He fell in love.He fell outta it.He did quite a lotta girls.Now this is what we love,
the right girl making an honest guy outta the bad ass.
He hopes to marry her soon.
Case number 6
Never mind
Case number 7
We have all had one in our classroom,in college and now in our office.The clown.
Who makes you laugh,who opens your bag,who peeps into your jeans and who makes fun of your body hair when your late for your waxing appointment.
He makes nice with all of the girls who laugh at his jokes,but he always he one girl to go to the movies with,the one he will someday,take home.
Case number 8.
His name is Rajiv.He's been in two relationships.His second one is with me.
I'd like to think of him as a creature of habit.I'd like to think I am too.
While he says I ll be his only girlfriend ever,we know which cateogary he want to falls in.
*************************************************************************************
So what is the point of all these interesting men being spoken of on an insignificant blog?Coz if you're a man...you're a whore.Or a housewife.
Cool eh?
Danke.
A chameli standing in bylane on a rainy night in Mumbai,a victim of circumstances feeding her children at the end of a night,a friendly phrase used in a conversation by a giant to the three princesses surrounding him.
Scratch that.
Think of a guy anywhere between early twenties and early thirties.Think of how many women he has been with.Those carrying their "manhood" up their pants will be formulating an answer for the above question.I know my answer,so I had this thought...
"Every guy is a whore or a housewife"
I have recently started working on a new course telling him how to identify the problem,analysing the sub-factors to the problem and finally using the alternatives which suit me best.
While I might not have used any of these methods in real life yet,it also said to follow the current trends,to take care of logistics,keep in the mind the environmental and internal factors in a situation that needs to be managed.
To make my point,herein I present a few case studies.I hope the guys I know love,hate and irritate will not get offended.After all,blogging is an art.
Case Study number 1.
My friend Huber(real name is hidden yet visible)
My chaddi buddy who never forgets to checks out a womans bosom and comment loudly enough on it...Loud enough that the girl in question is able to hear his comments,is a perfect stereotype.
Been in two serious relationships for long periods of time.Touch the wrong button and he aint gonna trust gonna again.
While he flirts with everything that possesses a punani,he looks for the right one.
A housewife,in the disguise of a whore,who'd prefer to come home,no,get drunk with someone four nights a week than randoming away.
Case number 2.
A recent friend,lets call him Raag(real name hidden yet visible) is thirty something years old.Sex and the City has taught me how to never judge or care for someone who hasnt gotten married.It has also taught me that if ur single and you're in your thirties,you've been around the block,as much as I'd think that maybe sex might actually get boring.
While entering the unknown territories of marriagehood is as confusing and mindf****** as the Matrix,he recently decided to enter the arena.
Jenny wants to become a plain Jain.
Case number 3.
Lets call him jhakas(real name hidden yet visible).Needless to say,he's anything but jhakaas.I have known him from the past four years or more...and I have know him from close quarters.
While he rants about how noone knows him or he's always been misunderstood,his record with girl is as stereotypical as chocolote ice cream being the new vanilla.
One dreadful relationship and off goes the belief in love.Girl are bitches.I agree.
Now he brags about the number of women he's done...Obviously,he makes it clear to them that he aint looking for nothing serious.
Right.
Like all girls want their hair to be messed up by vermillion.
Case number 4
Lets call him an A.It stands for an asshole.While my disgust and anger reaches new level everytime I think of him, he's the the most unique case ever.
The only relationship he has ever had was at the age of 25.It lasted a year long and managed to keep that girl the happiest times of her life.
Coz of his reasons,responsibilties whatever you may call it, it didnt work out.
He remains to be a single housewife.
You see,life is simpler.
Case number 5.
His name is Ish(real name hidden yet visible)
He fell in love.He fell outta it.He did quite a lotta girls.Now this is what we love,
the right girl making an honest guy outta the bad ass.
He hopes to marry her soon.
Case number 6
Never mind
Case number 7
We have all had one in our classroom,in college and now in our office.The clown.
Who makes you laugh,who opens your bag,who peeps into your jeans and who makes fun of your body hair when your late for your waxing appointment.
He makes nice with all of the girls who laugh at his jokes,but he always he one girl to go to the movies with,the one he will someday,take home.
Case number 8.
His name is Rajiv.He's been in two relationships.His second one is with me.
I'd like to think of him as a creature of habit.I'd like to think I am too.
While he says I ll be his only girlfriend ever,we know which cateogary he want to falls in.
*************************************************************************************
So what is the point of all these interesting men being spoken of on an insignificant blog?Coz if you're a man...you're a whore.Or a housewife.
Cool eh?
Danke.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
P don't preach!
It would be easy to locate Chetan Bhagat’s speech for the BBA students in symbiosis. If you catch it somewhere, do read it. Just a few days back I and the significant other were discussing a lot of these famous speeches which were so much better when u read it, and a complete turn off when u actually heard them.
I don’t know how well he delivered it, but the document is a must read. I have always been a fan of the connect he creates with almost about everyone with his pen. He was a good story teller; he is now becoming a youth icon.
My take on the speech – Rather my take away from it, the things I believe in.
Do what you love and Monday mornings wouldn’t seem so blue. I strive to get there and there is nothing more important than that. Not even the money or the brand or the perks.
Do not value money. It’s not that hard to earn money. Value the people you love, value friendships and most importantly value health and mental peace.
Make happiness a state of being and everything else gets taken care off.
I get scared of people who are extremely serious. I mean what’s the need.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
Go fall in love. It’s risky but then you are the happiest when you are in it.
It makes the world go round and it makes you believe that anything is possible.
Lastly, as Chetan says: Keep the spark alive!
I don’t know how well he delivered it, but the document is a must read. I have always been a fan of the connect he creates with almost about everyone with his pen. He was a good story teller; he is now becoming a youth icon.
My take on the speech – Rather my take away from it, the things I believe in.
Do what you love and Monday mornings wouldn’t seem so blue. I strive to get there and there is nothing more important than that. Not even the money or the brand or the perks.
Do not value money. It’s not that hard to earn money. Value the people you love, value friendships and most importantly value health and mental peace.
Make happiness a state of being and everything else gets taken care off.
I get scared of people who are extremely serious. I mean what’s the need.
One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
Go fall in love. It’s risky but then you are the happiest when you are in it.
It makes the world go round and it makes you believe that anything is possible.
Lastly, as Chetan says: Keep the spark alive!
Friday, August 8, 2008
One day @ the training room
When I am awake....I think about him.
When I am asleep....I dream about him.
These are the kind of lines I use nowadays. I am 16 again and that's just besides the point.
Yesterday, was the last day of my 3 day training about something that I think I have liked in my 3 years at...wherever. But then that's again besides the point.
First mistake : I was a back bench er in a huge training room. The number of people attending this training was 10.
Second mistake : I have no knack when it comes to pretence.
I was chatting with the monster. I giggled...
The trainer asked me... "You seem to find this funny. Either you got it or you just didn't..."
My answer "Pls continue...It's all cool."
What did I do? I didn't even actually answer his question.
By the time I had this realization, I was looking away and back to the screen where the monster had said something really funny.
Another voice of the trainer...this time he spoke in Hindi.
I had disrespected him and he wasn't going to be a guest to it.
"Picking kya hotee hai?"
I was shocked. I was still on the joke. And it was so funny, and with a grin on my face...I gave the most ridiculous answer.
I could have said sorry for being inattentive.
Not only was I that, I was the dumb one now.
He said, "You haven't heard a thing. I would really want you to take some value out of this training."
I still had a silly grin on my face while I was sinking in my chair.
I had two thoughts that time...
Go back in time and wipe this out.
or
Invisibility you know....
After that, I played the game of pretence. But I was late, very late.
That game caused me more insults, questions and grins.
I was traumatized. I had to be. I am a little picky!
While I told this to my significant other, he obviously comforted me. He makes up this crap, to make me feel better. I smiled again...and chatted again in between this class.
Some people never change.
When I told this to the monster, he got the biggest dope to laugh about.
He didn't let it go. I was obviously being ridiculous.
But I quote a few sentences from his conversation...which were again on the chat while not in the training. Some people really never change.
R: did u tell ur parents also?
Pragati: You won't believe it....even after tht
he kept taking my case
Pragati: he kept asking me
R:D
Pragati: if i understood
R: o boy he is a bitch!
R: he wud ve thot....such a pretty face....so lil brain.....
Pragati: y dunt u regard this as a serious insult
do u see me making smileys
i am seriously affected by this
bt u r not understanding
the gravity of this
at all
R: yeah.....happens....
but u gotta redeem urself...
R:hhahahaa.... LOLing...
R: traumatic peee..
Pragati: i thnk i will blog about this
R: yeah u shud....
n send us the link...!
R: it wud ve been like how monica felt when she got a lower grade than joey in cooking!!!
R:but i told u to pay attention....n then u stilll carried on chattin....
oh fuck....i need to pack.......kuch bhi nahi ua hai :(
chiuuuu peeeee......
u know tht girl pragati....boy shez a brain!!!!
So that's that. I know it's not a big deal.
But then that's besides the point.
When I am asleep....I dream about him.
These are the kind of lines I use nowadays. I am 16 again and that's just besides the point.
Yesterday, was the last day of my 3 day training about something that I think I have liked in my 3 years at...wherever. But then that's again besides the point.
First mistake : I was a back bench er in a huge training room. The number of people attending this training was 10.
Second mistake : I have no knack when it comes to pretence.
I was chatting with the monster. I giggled...
The trainer asked me... "You seem to find this funny. Either you got it or you just didn't..."
My answer "Pls continue...It's all cool."
What did I do? I didn't even actually answer his question.
By the time I had this realization, I was looking away and back to the screen where the monster had said something really funny.
Another voice of the trainer...this time he spoke in Hindi.
I had disrespected him and he wasn't going to be a guest to it.
"Picking kya hotee hai?"
I was shocked. I was still on the joke. And it was so funny, and with a grin on my face...I gave the most ridiculous answer.
I could have said sorry for being inattentive.
Not only was I that, I was the dumb one now.
He said, "You haven't heard a thing. I would really want you to take some value out of this training."
I still had a silly grin on my face while I was sinking in my chair.
I had two thoughts that time...
Go back in time and wipe this out.
or
Invisibility you know....
After that, I played the game of pretence. But I was late, very late.
That game caused me more insults, questions and grins.
I was traumatized. I had to be. I am a little picky!
While I told this to my significant other, he obviously comforted me. He makes up this crap, to make me feel better. I smiled again...and chatted again in between this class.
Some people never change.
When I told this to the monster, he got the biggest dope to laugh about.
He didn't let it go. I was obviously being ridiculous.
But I quote a few sentences from his conversation...which were again on the chat while not in the training. Some people really never change.
R: did u tell ur parents also?
Pragati: You won't believe it....even after tht
he kept taking my case
Pragati: he kept asking me
R:D
Pragati: if i understood
R: o boy he is a bitch!
R: he wud ve thot....such a pretty face....so lil brain.....
Pragati: y dunt u regard this as a serious insult
do u see me making smileys
i am seriously affected by this
bt u r not understanding
the gravity of this
at all
R: yeah.....happens....
but u gotta redeem urself...
R:hhahahaa.... LOLing...
R: traumatic peee..
Pragati: i thnk i will blog about this
R: yeah u shud....
n send us the link...!
R: it wud ve been like how monica felt when she got a lower grade than joey in cooking!!!
R:but i told u to pay attention....n then u stilll carried on chattin....
oh fuck....i need to pack.......kuch bhi nahi ua hai :(
chiuuuu peeeee......
u know tht girl pragati....boy shez a brain!!!!
So that's that. I know it's not a big deal.
But then that's besides the point.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Happy F'Day My Friend!
Phase – 1 (2 months)
In his first year of college he was introduced to the wonders of Internet. Straight forward, easy & limitless source of knowledge. The entire world was in his palms now & he enjoyed the power at his disposal. “Chatting” was the newest concept to hit the society & he wanted to be the first amongst all to explore all about it. Still within the initial months of “surfing” the internet – he had all but mastered the art of making new friends.
It was raining & all the plans for the fun evening were canceled. Out of complete boredom he started browsing through different websites. Usually a random “Hi” or “Hey” would get a tardy but polite reply but this was a different day – NOTHING was the way it should be.
“Hey”
“What??? What do u want????????”
“Relax …why you getting so hyper??”
“I’m chilled out dude. Wats happening with u?????”
“Nm”
“Wat does that mean????????????”
“Nothing much”
“Ohhhhh ………How boring!!!!!!!!”
“Yea! What’s up?”
“Ceiling”
“How dumb”
“u dumb .. idiot … stupid … donkey … monkey”
The “chat” went on for hours & they left no stone unturned to put the other person down. In the end they added each other as “friends” before sayin the respective “Fuck Off’s”.
He was a science student with a 7 am– 6 pm schedule packed with lectures & practical’s. She was in commerce field & was only concerned about bunking two hours in the morning before continuing with the daily routine of “chilling”. For him studies were priority; she rated shopping & makeup at the top of her list. He was single; she was jumping from one relation to another with utmost ease. He was a geek; she was a doll!
Only one thing was common – both had unusual names. Gappu & Pappu!!!
(Read Meow & Dowg … Moti & Asshole … Sexy & Dude)
Days later they found each other online again – this time late at night. It was as if they had never stopped talking – started where they left & continued to insult each other beyond any control. Seconds became minutes, minutes turned into hours as they continued their weird talks. It was time for him to attend his lectures & her to think of a new reason for bunking. They said goodbye – again with “fuck off’s”.
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase – 2 (13 months)
Nothing much changed neither in them nor between them. He stayed a good ‘ol nerd & she the prom queen; never had any conversation that was not ended with one of them getting pissed & yelling the choicest of abuses. The only think that was strikingly different was the bond they shared - strange yet important!
Egoistic people never confess that they need help or advice. Gappu nd Pappu were no exception - continued to pretend that the other was a complete waste & absolutely not capable of any good BUT at the same time they shared all the happenings with each other “online”.
Mobile phone was now the newest craze & it had complete diverse meaning for the two. For him it only a gadget which he wanted to explore & she was busy flaunting it as the newest accessory. Communication device for him & Status symbol for her. Late night chats were now replaced with phone calls at odd hours or random text messages which meant absolutely NOTHING!!
Teenagers normally start having weird thoughts at this particular stage (I rather not elaborate here) but they never matured to that level; in effect it appeared that they were growing younger with each passing day.
She was in a serious relation (read more than 2 months) & he was still chasing the same girl he fell for on the first day of college (filmy – I know). She was his love guru cum agony aunt. He listened very patiently, took notes, practiced in front of mirror, worked on new lines – she sat back & laughed at his ignorance; He forgot the basic rule of their friendship – they were NOT friends!
Final exams were coming up. They worked on their respective schedule
His: Early mornings – studies – breakfast – books - lunch – thinking bout his girl friend (oh yea he did manage to ask his dream girl out & was steady with her) - talking to Meow – Dinner – fighting with Moti – sweet nothings with his girlfriend – sleep.
Her: Beauty sleep – lunch – shopping – Gossiping and bitching bout her current/ex boyfriend (yea it was a weekly affair now) – talking to Dowg – Gym – Pretending to study – Dinner (if her diet permitted) – abusing Pappu – Party/night out with friends – finding new boy-toy.
Even though they valued the non existing friendship; things were changing. Nothing in particular was keeping them away yet the talking hours seemed to reduce with each passing day. Some or the other important work kept them occupied & the regular non sense wasn’t missed as much. One fine day it was over. Everything ended exactly the way it started - Overnight!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 3 (5 years)
College was over & it was time to face the real world. The tough competition & lack of opportunities brought the best out in him. All the wrong in the past were pretty clear now; it didn’t falter him – just made him stronger. Everything that was suggested or appealed to him was tried. Knowledge gained during the IT lectures were the thing of the past. Phone calls at the Call Centre soon gave way to the desk work in the Banking field; which in turn was taken over by the passion for securing lives for the British people ie. Insurance.
Chauhan Jr. excelled in everything that he did & in doing so gained the confidence of the opposite sex. Pappu “The Geek” was now Dowg “The Stud boy” - Wild parties & wilder partners were the driving force in his life. People admired his “clean” life – no lying, no cheating and no stealing!
Bratboy faced two major problems around the age of 23; First the monotonous life & Second lack of true love. One was in his hand to control and the other was purely on his luck. After a lot of thought & consultation it was agreed by all that he was not cut out for a 9 to 5 routine. 666 is the devils number but he chose it to start his first company …6th June 2006! He was happy with his independent life. Everyone around him was happy – he made sure of it. Personal & professional life was on all time high (read gorgeous life partner & a successful business) all thanks to his fathers advice of “Keeping life simple”.
~~~
Gappu finished her college with flying colors (Purely cuz of her charm!) & pursued her education in the desired field – Fashion! JD institute of fashion, GNIIT, NIFT, teaching in playschool etc were result of her jumbling mind. Her colorful life continued & all the “exciting” things were practiced to perfection. A street smart woman who knew her limits & yet she let everyone believe that she was a dumb bimbo (quite an art I would say).
Her parents decided to get her out of the “misery” of ever changing relationship status. Marriage happened at a fairly young age of 21 but a responsible & charming husband put all her nervousness at ease. As luck would have her Mr. Perfect was a bird of the same feather - Similar interests made sure nothing much changed in her life except the permanent “In a relationship” tag on all the websites.
April 2005 marked an important period - her first boutique! Almost a year of hard word went up in smoke – literally. Her store caught fire on the day of opening. It shattered her confidence & she never walked on that path again. She was happy with her own fancy world. Everything around her was rosy – she kept it that way. Downfalls in life were dealt with her oldest rule “Shop till you drop”.
~~~
One fine Friday morning all the plans for a weekend getaway were marred by heavy rains. Out of complete boredom & hint of curiosity he went on the overly hyped website – Orkut (A networking site which was made to keep in touch with friends – existing, new or long lost). After almost 5 years “Gappu Sardar” popped in his head. The search listed few options – none reminded him of Gappu. He took a chance & messaged the one who looked reasonably close to the princess he once knew.
“Is it you madamji”
“yesss doggie its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 4 (Never ending)
Back to square one! Or is there anything like stage negative 5? They were worse then before – worse then the 5 year old kids fighting over some stupid toy. The vocabulary for abuses had increased many folds, new tricks learned; creative insults & practical jokes were the order of the day.
A sane married woman would think twice before doing things that Gappu cooked up in her head; Pappu wasn’t far behind – he went to lengths to put his “friend” down nd out (at times Literally). Never ending and complete nonsensical text messages were the usual stress buster. Millions of inside jokes which no one understood; Crappy one liners which only they laughed at; Dumb challenges; Dumber compliments; Shrewd insults; False promises; No misunderstandings!!! They aint friends!!!!
“I have read your blogs”
“So?”
“Not bad asshole!”
“Come to the point Moti”
“Why haven’t you written anything bout us?”
“I don’t have time for such fuck all things”
“Fuck you”
“You wish”
“Get outta my face”
“What makes you think I wanna see your face”
“Who asked to come to my happy badday party?”
“You want me to leave?”
“Do wateva you want man”
“Fine”
“Fine”
~~~
Another rainy afternoon & absolutely nothing to do!
Maybe it’s your lucky day moti, I couldn’t think of a better gift on this Friendship’s Day – here’s an attempt to let everyone know the real story behind our “friendship” (read I don’t wanna waste money on you).
I know that you wouldn’t let go of me till you beat me once & unfortunately that will never happen. So basically I am stuck with you for life - not that I want it that way but then again any other form of entertainment can prove expensive in the longer run. I honestly pity Sachin for tolerating you 24 – 7! May god give him more strength & everything that he deserves (read extra marital affair). Let me take this opportunity to thank you for all the joyous moment in my life – seeing your sulking face & watching you suffer in the agony of defeat.
Thank you!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – sahi kehte hai! :)
~~~~Vish
Your Bhast Friend!
Heres wishing everyone a fantastic friendship's day, hope you find a genuine unconditional friendship like Gappu & Pappu - who are happy being two brattish kids fighting over a stupid toy!
Cheers!
In his first year of college he was introduced to the wonders of Internet. Straight forward, easy & limitless source of knowledge. The entire world was in his palms now & he enjoyed the power at his disposal. “Chatting” was the newest concept to hit the society & he wanted to be the first amongst all to explore all about it. Still within the initial months of “surfing” the internet – he had all but mastered the art of making new friends.
It was raining & all the plans for the fun evening were canceled. Out of complete boredom he started browsing through different websites. Usually a random “Hi” or “Hey” would get a tardy but polite reply but this was a different day – NOTHING was the way it should be.
“Hey”
“What??? What do u want????????”
“Relax …why you getting so hyper??”
“I’m chilled out dude. Wats happening with u?????”
“Nm”
“Wat does that mean????????????”
“Nothing much”
“Ohhhhh ………How boring!!!!!!!!”
“Yea! What’s up?”
“Ceiling”
“How dumb”
“u dumb .. idiot … stupid … donkey … monkey”
The “chat” went on for hours & they left no stone unturned to put the other person down. In the end they added each other as “friends” before sayin the respective “Fuck Off’s”.
He was a science student with a 7 am– 6 pm schedule packed with lectures & practical’s. She was in commerce field & was only concerned about bunking two hours in the morning before continuing with the daily routine of “chilling”. For him studies were priority; she rated shopping & makeup at the top of her list. He was single; she was jumping from one relation to another with utmost ease. He was a geek; she was a doll!
Only one thing was common – both had unusual names. Gappu & Pappu!!!
(Read Meow & Dowg … Moti & Asshole … Sexy & Dude)
Days later they found each other online again – this time late at night. It was as if they had never stopped talking – started where they left & continued to insult each other beyond any control. Seconds became minutes, minutes turned into hours as they continued their weird talks. It was time for him to attend his lectures & her to think of a new reason for bunking. They said goodbye – again with “fuck off’s”.
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase – 2 (13 months)
Nothing much changed neither in them nor between them. He stayed a good ‘ol nerd & she the prom queen; never had any conversation that was not ended with one of them getting pissed & yelling the choicest of abuses. The only think that was strikingly different was the bond they shared - strange yet important!
Egoistic people never confess that they need help or advice. Gappu nd Pappu were no exception - continued to pretend that the other was a complete waste & absolutely not capable of any good BUT at the same time they shared all the happenings with each other “online”.
Mobile phone was now the newest craze & it had complete diverse meaning for the two. For him it only a gadget which he wanted to explore & she was busy flaunting it as the newest accessory. Communication device for him & Status symbol for her. Late night chats were now replaced with phone calls at odd hours or random text messages which meant absolutely NOTHING!!
Teenagers normally start having weird thoughts at this particular stage (I rather not elaborate here) but they never matured to that level; in effect it appeared that they were growing younger with each passing day.
She was in a serious relation (read more than 2 months) & he was still chasing the same girl he fell for on the first day of college (filmy – I know). She was his love guru cum agony aunt. He listened very patiently, took notes, practiced in front of mirror, worked on new lines – she sat back & laughed at his ignorance; He forgot the basic rule of their friendship – they were NOT friends!
Final exams were coming up. They worked on their respective schedule
His: Early mornings – studies – breakfast – books - lunch – thinking bout his girl friend (oh yea he did manage to ask his dream girl out & was steady with her) - talking to Meow – Dinner – fighting with Moti – sweet nothings with his girlfriend – sleep.
Her: Beauty sleep – lunch – shopping – Gossiping and bitching bout her current/ex boyfriend (yea it was a weekly affair now) – talking to Dowg – Gym – Pretending to study – Dinner (if her diet permitted) – abusing Pappu – Party/night out with friends – finding new boy-toy.
Even though they valued the non existing friendship; things were changing. Nothing in particular was keeping them away yet the talking hours seemed to reduce with each passing day. Some or the other important work kept them occupied & the regular non sense wasn’t missed as much. One fine day it was over. Everything ended exactly the way it started - Overnight!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 3 (5 years)
College was over & it was time to face the real world. The tough competition & lack of opportunities brought the best out in him. All the wrong in the past were pretty clear now; it didn’t falter him – just made him stronger. Everything that was suggested or appealed to him was tried. Knowledge gained during the IT lectures were the thing of the past. Phone calls at the Call Centre soon gave way to the desk work in the Banking field; which in turn was taken over by the passion for securing lives for the British people ie. Insurance.
Chauhan Jr. excelled in everything that he did & in doing so gained the confidence of the opposite sex. Pappu “The Geek” was now Dowg “The Stud boy” - Wild parties & wilder partners were the driving force in his life. People admired his “clean” life – no lying, no cheating and no stealing!
Bratboy faced two major problems around the age of 23; First the monotonous life & Second lack of true love. One was in his hand to control and the other was purely on his luck. After a lot of thought & consultation it was agreed by all that he was not cut out for a 9 to 5 routine. 666 is the devils number but he chose it to start his first company …6th June 2006! He was happy with his independent life. Everyone around him was happy – he made sure of it. Personal & professional life was on all time high (read gorgeous life partner & a successful business) all thanks to his fathers advice of “Keeping life simple”.
~~~
Gappu finished her college with flying colors (Purely cuz of her charm!) & pursued her education in the desired field – Fashion! JD institute of fashion, GNIIT, NIFT, teaching in playschool etc were result of her jumbling mind. Her colorful life continued & all the “exciting” things were practiced to perfection. A street smart woman who knew her limits & yet she let everyone believe that she was a dumb bimbo (quite an art I would say).
Her parents decided to get her out of the “misery” of ever changing relationship status. Marriage happened at a fairly young age of 21 but a responsible & charming husband put all her nervousness at ease. As luck would have her Mr. Perfect was a bird of the same feather - Similar interests made sure nothing much changed in her life except the permanent “In a relationship” tag on all the websites.
April 2005 marked an important period - her first boutique! Almost a year of hard word went up in smoke – literally. Her store caught fire on the day of opening. It shattered her confidence & she never walked on that path again. She was happy with her own fancy world. Everything around her was rosy – she kept it that way. Downfalls in life were dealt with her oldest rule “Shop till you drop”.
~~~
One fine Friday morning all the plans for a weekend getaway were marred by heavy rains. Out of complete boredom & hint of curiosity he went on the overly hyped website – Orkut (A networking site which was made to keep in touch with friends – existing, new or long lost). After almost 5 years “Gappu Sardar” popped in his head. The search listed few options – none reminded him of Gappu. He took a chance & messaged the one who looked reasonably close to the princess he once knew.
“Is it you madamji”
“yesss doggie its meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – galat kehte hai!
Phase 4 (Never ending)
Back to square one! Or is there anything like stage negative 5? They were worse then before – worse then the 5 year old kids fighting over some stupid toy. The vocabulary for abuses had increased many folds, new tricks learned; creative insults & practical jokes were the order of the day.
A sane married woman would think twice before doing things that Gappu cooked up in her head; Pappu wasn’t far behind – he went to lengths to put his “friend” down nd out (at times Literally). Never ending and complete nonsensical text messages were the usual stress buster. Millions of inside jokes which no one understood; Crappy one liners which only they laughed at; Dumb challenges; Dumber compliments; Shrewd insults; False promises; No misunderstandings!!! They aint friends!!!!
“I have read your blogs”
“So?”
“Not bad asshole!”
“Come to the point Moti”
“Why haven’t you written anything bout us?”
“I don’t have time for such fuck all things”
“Fuck you”
“You wish”
“Get outta my face”
“What makes you think I wanna see your face”
“Who asked to come to my happy badday party?”
“You want me to leave?”
“Do wateva you want man”
“Fine”
“Fine”
~~~
Another rainy afternoon & absolutely nothing to do!
Maybe it’s your lucky day moti, I couldn’t think of a better gift on this Friendship’s Day – here’s an attempt to let everyone know the real story behind our “friendship” (read I don’t wanna waste money on you).
I know that you wouldn’t let go of me till you beat me once & unfortunately that will never happen. So basically I am stuck with you for life - not that I want it that way but then again any other form of entertainment can prove expensive in the longer run. I honestly pity Sachin for tolerating you 24 – 7! May god give him more strength & everything that he deserves (read extra marital affair). Let me take this opportunity to thank you for all the joyous moment in my life – seeing your sulking face & watching you suffer in the agony of defeat.
Thank you!
Who kehte hai na – jo hota hai acchey ke liye hota hai – sahi kehte hai! :)
~~~~Vish
Your Bhast Friend!
Heres wishing everyone a fantastic friendship's day, hope you find a genuine unconditional friendship like Gappu & Pappu - who are happy being two brattish kids fighting over a stupid toy!
Cheers!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Very Very Interesting
Most of the people who know me well enough, know that I am a picassa addict. The fact being it's one of the easiest ways to manage, edit and upload pictures. We all know that, and I don't think I should be discussing that here....I think I had blogged about it somewhere.
I came across this extremely interesting photo editing website...whiling away time in the world of nothingness. The place where time generally halts...my office.
But before that :
Welcome dowggie dog aka Vish. He is a guest author and we welcome him to share this creative space with us.
Getting back to the wonders I was referring to :
I came across this extremely interesting photo editing website...whiling away time in the world of nothingness. The place where time generally halts...my office.
But before that :
Welcome dowggie dog aka Vish. He is a guest author and we welcome him to share this creative space with us.
Getting back to the wonders I was referring to :
There are many edits like the above. I tried quite a few...and obviously cannot share them all.
If you are smart enough, you'll know where to go.
If not, maybe this ain't for you.
I am still unwell. But then am happy....
Jaane tu ....ya jaane na!
He went for his daily morning stroll only to realize it wasn’t a garden anymore; he was in a cage. His place to sit & admire the pigtails was taken away. Naturally wild & a free predator was reduced to a mere domesticated puppy. There were no new messages or missed calls– he checked again – found nothing new. Mirror was portraying a different image. Pure thoughts took over his normally perverted mind. Women were just friends; Men seemed to point & laugh. There was a craving for something new. Something he never experienced before. Something that changed his world. Newly born again. There it was – in his bed – looking gorgeous in her sleep. He was nervous – he was happy. Panic took over – her smile put everythin at ease. Nothing mattered anymore – he was in heaven. Finally the lightning struck – he was in LOVE!
This is my story …When did u know you were in love Miss. Sharma?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Changing World!!!
I recently had an interesting conversation with an old friend at our college re union. Saying that she has done well for herself in the will be an understatement & hence I was startled at the mind set of this woman. She was always the class topper & no one was surprised when she got admitted in the IIM – Ahmedabad without any difficulty. It’s been 5 years since we graduated from college & I don’t have to think twice before saying that she has been the greatest success story from the entire friend circle.
It was great catching up with the girl I used to copy my notes from; reliving the past – sharing the newly acquired memories – flirting – talking about the future plans!
Ankit passed us & ruined the entire mood – at least for her – by vomiting a polite taunt “WOMEN RULE!!!” I suddenly started winning all the arguments without realizing that Anu had stopped talking!!
We didn’t speak much after that point & got involved in mingling with our long lost friends. Music faded – bar went dry – Prachi was helped to the loo. We bid adieu to everyone with a promise to organize such get together every month – What a load of crap!!
“Will you drop me home?” asked Anu; being a gentleman that I am – I cudnt refuse.
“You have no idea how hard it is for women in today's world!” she said
“Yeah …it’s pretty scary …but Bombay is million times better compared to Delhi …I don’t think women in our nation’s capital even know what freedom or safety actually means”
“What??? No dude …I’m talking bout the corporate world. It’s so easy for everyone to assume that women get an easy way out ….WOMEN RULE …I felt like slapping Ankit for using those words”
I honestly didn’t have any reply; in fact my ears refused to accept these words from a “successful” woman. Not wanting to put her off any further I kept my comments to myself. Being the nice guy that I am – I offered her a halt for ice cream …smartly concealing my craving for the sizzling brownies.
“Ain't both sexes equal in front of the management?” I cudnt resist any further
“Easier said then done” came a prompt reply
“I would have understood the biased behavior probably 5 years back …but today I think everyone IS judged on equal terms”
“What’s the ratio of male’s to females in your organization”
“3:1 in favor of guys …but that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hire women …it simply means I haven’t come across good female candidates”
“Lets not talk about it … please!”
We finished our ice creams – enjoyed the light drizzling – laughed at Prachi for puking all over the place – dropped her home – hugged good bye – reached home with her words still lingering in my head.
I cudnt put my finger at the problem she might be having but I was sure that something was bothering her. IS the corporate world really harsh on women? Have the educated minds really come to a conclusion that men & women are equal? Are men considered better quipped at executing a certain job which requires ONLY brains? Do women let there emotions ruin things for them?
Here’s my take on this issue –
Ever since the primitive days men have been the hunters (read destructive, outgoing, untamed & forceful) and women were the home maker (read passive, introvert, careful & emotional). However, I dare say in today’s world women are shedding there image at a steady pace - Slow as compared to evolution but at a high-speed as compared to the “hunters”. Being a near perfect employer – I would say the so called “BOSS” needs to have the right balance of brains and heart in simpler words women & men have an equal part to play in any company’s success story. People from Mars & Venus have a lot to learn from one another – the faster they do, the better. Constantly increasing bank account or profit amount shouldn’t be the bottom line. Who’s to know what goes on behind the closed door of the management!
What say Miss Sharma?
It was great catching up with the girl I used to copy my notes from; reliving the past – sharing the newly acquired memories – flirting – talking about the future plans!
Ankit passed us & ruined the entire mood – at least for her – by vomiting a polite taunt “WOMEN RULE!!!” I suddenly started winning all the arguments without realizing that Anu had stopped talking!!
We didn’t speak much after that point & got involved in mingling with our long lost friends. Music faded – bar went dry – Prachi was helped to the loo. We bid adieu to everyone with a promise to organize such get together every month – What a load of crap!!
“Will you drop me home?” asked Anu; being a gentleman that I am – I cudnt refuse.
“You have no idea how hard it is for women in today's world!” she said
“Yeah …it’s pretty scary …but Bombay is million times better compared to Delhi …I don’t think women in our nation’s capital even know what freedom or safety actually means”
“What??? No dude …I’m talking bout the corporate world. It’s so easy for everyone to assume that women get an easy way out ….WOMEN RULE …I felt like slapping Ankit for using those words”
I honestly didn’t have any reply; in fact my ears refused to accept these words from a “successful” woman. Not wanting to put her off any further I kept my comments to myself. Being the nice guy that I am – I offered her a halt for ice cream …smartly concealing my craving for the sizzling brownies.
“Ain't both sexes equal in front of the management?” I cudnt resist any further
“Easier said then done” came a prompt reply
“I would have understood the biased behavior probably 5 years back …but today I think everyone IS judged on equal terms”
“What’s the ratio of male’s to females in your organization”
“3:1 in favor of guys …but that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hire women …it simply means I haven’t come across good female candidates”
“Lets not talk about it … please!”
We finished our ice creams – enjoyed the light drizzling – laughed at Prachi for puking all over the place – dropped her home – hugged good bye – reached home with her words still lingering in my head.
I cudnt put my finger at the problem she might be having but I was sure that something was bothering her. IS the corporate world really harsh on women? Have the educated minds really come to a conclusion that men & women are equal? Are men considered better quipped at executing a certain job which requires ONLY brains? Do women let there emotions ruin things for them?
Here’s my take on this issue –
Ever since the primitive days men have been the hunters (read destructive, outgoing, untamed & forceful) and women were the home maker (read passive, introvert, careful & emotional). However, I dare say in today’s world women are shedding there image at a steady pace - Slow as compared to evolution but at a high-speed as compared to the “hunters”. Being a near perfect employer – I would say the so called “BOSS” needs to have the right balance of brains and heart in simpler words women & men have an equal part to play in any company’s success story. People from Mars & Venus have a lot to learn from one another – the faster they do, the better. Constantly increasing bank account or profit amount shouldn’t be the bottom line. Who’s to know what goes on behind the closed door of the management!
What say Miss Sharma?
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Chocolate
I entered the doctor's errr.... the dentists office last evening. I gave her my full mouth x ray. Just by looking at that scary xray she said "Kisi ko yaha....meetha bahut pasand hai"
I kept quiet. My dad in turn was glad at the opportunity and immediately said...
"She has had chocolates in tons!"
I gave the most disheartening grin. I was here for my wisdom tooth and not for the love of chocolates. I had better things on my mind....
She was still looking at the X Ray...She still hadn't told me to get my ass on that dreaded chair. She said..."Well they look fine...."
Before she could complete...I said "But they are not!..."
This was the third opinion on my left upper wisdom tooth and I was sure by now...that it was everything but fine. The questions was....whether....she was also planning on taking my wisdom away...or was there another alternative.
Well there wasn't. I go for the surgery/extraction under a LA on Thursday. Do wish me luck.
Getting back to the subject...so was that chocolates...or was it the tooth story?
It is chocolates indeed.
Studies prove that women love it much more than men.
Now why is that?
"Chocolate equals love. In our culture, chocolate is thought of as a romantic gift. For women especially, it's associated with love and romance. This could be part of the reason why 99% of women love chocolate, as it makes them feel loved and special."
For the rest of the article :
http://www.ex-designz.net/articleread.asp?aid=3585
Sometimes chocolates prove to give bigger highs when had after liquor.
My point : Well I have no point.
I love chocolates. And I am bearing the benefits of it....Thursday would be my greatest sacrifice for it. I lose my wisdom....
Btw the latest chocolate in town :
I kept quiet. My dad in turn was glad at the opportunity and immediately said...
"She has had chocolates in tons!"
I gave the most disheartening grin. I was here for my wisdom tooth and not for the love of chocolates. I had better things on my mind....
She was still looking at the X Ray...She still hadn't told me to get my ass on that dreaded chair. She said..."Well they look fine...."
Before she could complete...I said "But they are not!..."
This was the third opinion on my left upper wisdom tooth and I was sure by now...that it was everything but fine. The questions was....whether....she was also planning on taking my wisdom away...or was there another alternative.
Well there wasn't. I go for the surgery/extraction under a LA on Thursday. Do wish me luck.
Getting back to the subject...so was that chocolates...or was it the tooth story?
It is chocolates indeed.
Studies prove that women love it much more than men.
Now why is that?
"Chocolate equals love. In our culture, chocolate is thought of as a romantic gift. For women especially, it's associated with love and romance. This could be part of the reason why 99% of women love chocolate, as it makes them feel loved and special."
For the rest of the article :
http://www.ex-designz.net/articleread.asp?aid=3585
Sometimes chocolates prove to give bigger highs when had after liquor.
My point : Well I have no point.
I love chocolates. And I am bearing the benefits of it....Thursday would be my greatest sacrifice for it. I lose my wisdom....
Btw the latest chocolate in town :
Similarly....
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
10 songs that make me ...
I said to a friend over a sumptous meal of pasta at one of our favourite hangouts.
"I think the relationship I had and the one I am in,is all a figment of my imagination.They are never there....Maybe I imagined it."
So here's the theme to the list of these songs....songs that I listen to when I want to go back and think,when I want to cry and those which make me cry even if I dont want to.
1.Into Dust-I heard it for the first time in one of my favourite sitcoms.Both the versions by Mazzy Star and Ashtar Command sweep me off my feet.
Still falling Breathless and on againInside today Beside me today
A round broken in two'til your eyes shed into dustLike two strangers turning into dust'til my hand shook
the way of fearI could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fateUnder...your fate.
2.Paint the Silence by South
There are some songs that make you of the songs that you no longer listen to,coz you don't wanna think of the past.It reminds me of the past,my past,of associating it with something that had stopped existing.
The song that started it all,the song that it ended with....The O.C. ;)
How can you say your life is empty So late in the day Why would you stay another second
Now your sight got in the way
A combination of love and aggression Another second lived Don't paint the silence black now save me
Don't leave it a day
You got a right to stand or die so maybe
You take chances all the same.Pain comes in stages If we dont make it Nothing changes .
Now the violence sleeps inside
Abandoned feeling for just a piece of mind.
It's the reason why your teething side frustrates me.
3.Aadat by Jal
When I heard the original track,I fell in love with the song and all that it means to each of those who loves it as much I do.I loved it not because of Atif,but because it was a great track by the group.
4.Goodbye my lover by James Blunt
Coz I fell in love with the guy making his debut by writing an album on his ex-girlfriend....to see that its not just me who goes crazy when in love.
My favourite lines include:
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals .And love is blind and that I knew when,My heart was blinded by you.I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.I know you well, I know your smell.I've been addicted to you.
I 've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.I've watched you sleeping for a while.I'd be the father of your child.I'd spend a lifetime with you.I know your fears and you know mine.We've had our doubts but now we're fine,And I love you, I swear that's true.I cannot live without you.
P.S.-He hates his ex now.
5.Beautiful by Jennifer Paige
I heard it for the first time in a movie called "Autumn in New York."It's a beautiful song for reasons unknown.
6.The Scientist by Coldplay
X & Y ,this album was one of the most popular amongst others in the very successful career of this group.
Come up to meet you, Tell you I’m sorry,
You don’t know how lovely you are I had to find you, Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, And ask me your questions, Aww let’s go back to the start Runnin’ in circles, [sounds like]
Comin’ our tails, Heads on the science apart Nobody said it was easy It’s such a shame for us to part
Comin’ our tails, Heads on the science apart Nobody said it was easy It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Aww take me back to the start I was just guessin’,
At numbers and figures, Pullin’ the puzzles apart Questions of science, Science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, Come back to haunt me, Oh when I rush to the start Runnin’ in circles, [sounds like] Chasin’ our tails, Comin’ back as we are Nobody said it was easy Aww It’s such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I’m goin’ back to the start .
Okay,I thought I write many more since I have a whole collection,but I think tis enough for now.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Which book are you guys reading today?
I just finished Chetan Bhagat's latest. It is called "The 3 mistakes of my life" and it is his third book. I never though very highly of "Five point someone", I am one of the people who enjoyed the call center one much more. Well moving on, I feel Chetan should start writing scripts for bollywood movies. His stories are extremely gripping, however the endings are usually hurried and very melodramatic. The good thing is, they are always happy! I believe in happy endings...
If I ever met him, I think we will have a good chat.
Nevertheless, I have finished all his books in a day flat.... so I hold high opinions about him.
They became good friends...en route!
My dad has stopped travelling like before, so this time when he landed at the airport. He saw that the airport was under construction and the his favorite shop wasn't there. He was sad and decided to grab some coffee. Just next to the coffee stand, was a small new bookshop with the name changed. When he entered the store...he met his friend. They were glad and this time he introduced my dad to this "The Ghost" by Robert Harris.
I didn't wanna give a review on it, but just highly recommend it.
And then there's the book I read this weekend "The Secret"
A best seller and even has a movie on it. However, it gives all the funda's of life that we are all aware of. We do understand the difference between right and wrong. Sometimes, we apply it and sometimes we don't. I wish I could make money stating the obvious. I was never born with a golden spoon. So things would come hard to me.
By the way, the book's cover is brilliant.... "Kabhi naye packet mein beche...tumko cheez puraani"
:-)
Kudos to the cover designer!
Delhi has lovely weather today. I just took a stroll with my good friends....
Enjoy the unlucky Tuesday!
If I ever met him, I think we will have a good chat.
Nevertheless, I have finished all his books in a day flat.... so I hold high opinions about him.
In all the three books, the characters come alive and you actually start feeling for them.
So this one is definitely my recommendation.
Completely off the topic....
A very interesting thing...that my dad told me was about his rendezvous with an old friend at the Mumbai airport. This man owns a book store at the airport. And has introduced my dad to several authors over the years....They became good friends...en route!
My dad has stopped travelling like before, so this time when he landed at the airport. He saw that the airport was under construction and the his favorite shop wasn't there. He was sad and decided to grab some coffee. Just next to the coffee stand, was a small new bookshop with the name changed. When he entered the store...he met his friend. They were glad and this time he introduced my dad to this "The Ghost" by Robert Harris.
I didn't wanna give a review on it, but just highly recommend it.
And then there's the book I read this weekend "The Secret"
A best seller and even has a movie on it. However, it gives all the funda's of life that we are all aware of. We do understand the difference between right and wrong. Sometimes, we apply it and sometimes we don't. I wish I could make money stating the obvious. I was never born with a golden spoon. So things would come hard to me.
By the way, the book's cover is brilliant.... "Kabhi naye packet mein beche...tumko cheez puraani"
:-)
Kudos to the cover designer!
Delhi has lovely weather today. I just took a stroll with my good friends....
Enjoy the unlucky Tuesday!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Games people play
I had a thought.
Yesterday after about 2o years of my not-so short-when-you-live-it life,I bore witness to chess.
It's really hard for someone like me to play since I dont catch on to the rules and remember how much a bishop can move in which direction.
While I gave the word 'diagonal' a whole new meaning,i saw a connection between my new found love for bejewelled,long lost chess and well,what leads to love.
It's all the same you see.If you view everything as a game you have to win,you concentrate on winning.Translating this to life and lovw,no I dont think men are good enough to be won,but it's a whole new kick when they do is taken up by you.
So it depends on what move you make.Don't just think of the immediate consequences,but think of the next two moves.Be subtle,and most importantly,if you're doing really well,hide the smirk.
It is long after that the particular guy will care for you,no matter what you are so soon.It might eventually lead to that,but you gotta play it well for him to notice you first and eventually like you.Not for what you are,but what you show.
And so you play,for kicks,for attention,for love.Most of the times,most of these guys are not worth the trouble.
Then why do people play the games they do?
I shall give you this example.I know of the two books namely "The Secret" by rhonda byrne and
"The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho are the best sellers around the world.Not saying it out loud,they are self-help books with stories revolving around shephards and what not.
I don't claim to have read them,but I have a lot about these books.
The moral of the stories are that positive thinking can take you a long way.Think of what you desire and you shall get it.The universe will conspire and help you attain what you want.
The new ways of the world have already had an effect on me.Far from this,I don't think I have more than two positive thoughts in a day.These include hunger and wanting to quit my job.
Now thats positive.
With cut throat competition and filthy people at work,verchanging company,different friends at different places,the romantic past and present,you're bound to have trust issues,various genres of insecurity and a whole amount of cynicism.
Now if you were to narrate me a story of a shephard who pursues a dream of searching of pyramids for treasure, eventually fulfills it.
I mean,come on.
So what's my point?My point is,that in a way,we all play a game...to be better at work,no to be seen as the best employee and get a raise, to make a guy fall in love with you,to spend a happy life with lots of money,clothes and someone to hold your hand when you're scared at night(anacondas really scare me).
So we all need a gyan,just not from a shephard's mouth but maybe from a twenty something girl who has a boss she hates,loves designer clothes,considers her friends her soulmates and eventually gets what she deserves.Dump the alchemist and try humor and well,love in a twisted form in `Almost Single' by Advaitha Kala.
So lets continue playing
Yesterday after about 2o years of my not-so short-when-you-live-it life,I bore witness to chess.
It's really hard for someone like me to play since I dont catch on to the rules and remember how much a bishop can move in which direction.
While I gave the word 'diagonal' a whole new meaning,i saw a connection between my new found love for bejewelled,long lost chess and well,what leads to love.
It's all the same you see.If you view everything as a game you have to win,you concentrate on winning.Translating this to life and lovw,no I dont think men are good enough to be won,but it's a whole new kick when they do is taken up by you.
So it depends on what move you make.Don't just think of the immediate consequences,but think of the next two moves.Be subtle,and most importantly,if you're doing really well,hide the smirk.
It is long after that the particular guy will care for you,no matter what you are so soon.It might eventually lead to that,but you gotta play it well for him to notice you first and eventually like you.Not for what you are,but what you show.
And so you play,for kicks,for attention,for love.Most of the times,most of these guys are not worth the trouble.
Then why do people play the games they do?
I shall give you this example.I know of the two books namely "The Secret" by rhonda byrne and
"The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho are the best sellers around the world.Not saying it out loud,they are self-help books with stories revolving around shephards and what not.
I don't claim to have read them,but I have a lot about these books.
The moral of the stories are that positive thinking can take you a long way.Think of what you desire and you shall get it.The universe will conspire and help you attain what you want.
The new ways of the world have already had an effect on me.Far from this,I don't think I have more than two positive thoughts in a day.These include hunger and wanting to quit my job.
Now thats positive.
With cut throat competition and filthy people at work,verchanging company,different friends at different places,the romantic past and present,you're bound to have trust issues,various genres of insecurity and a whole amount of cynicism.
Now if you were to narrate me a story of a shephard who pursues a dream of searching of pyramids for treasure, eventually fulfills it.
I mean,come on.
So what's my point?My point is,that in a way,we all play a game...to be better at work,no to be seen as the best employee and get a raise, to make a guy fall in love with you,to spend a happy life with lots of money,clothes and someone to hold your hand when you're scared at night(anacondas really scare me).
So we all need a gyan,just not from a shephard's mouth but maybe from a twenty something girl who has a boss she hates,loves designer clothes,considers her friends her soulmates and eventually gets what she deserves.Dump the alchemist and try humor and well,love in a twisted form in `Almost Single' by Advaitha Kala.
So lets continue playing
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Adish & Akanksha(Part 1)
Adish ran out of ciggerettes.Note to self,he thought,"Don't enter parties you hate,without a sedative."
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
Exhaling with frustration,he looked around at the dimly lit lounge bar he was standing in.One of the cities most popular places,he looked at the people who had nothing better to do attend this party..his party.
Oh that was the reason he was there.One of his associates walked over to him,with the usual handshake and half hug,feeling the fabric of his jacket and asked him-"And to which label do we along today Adish..."
Adish replied-"I'm not comfortable with labels."
Leaving a disgruntled Jai behind,he walked out of the pub.He knew Jai wouldn't make much of it.That's the good thing about guys.They don't think as much as girls.
Adish had the habit of speaking his mind to people at the wrong time,to those who knew very little of him,at places it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and asked for a packet of Marlboro to the vendor.
At the age of twenty-nine,he had not yet reached a comfort level with labels.
Straight.Gay.Bi.Bye.
He had been in many relationships,real figures were long forgotten.The real ones were remembered.He had immersed himself within the ying and the yang.His passion knew no limits,gender was not his concern.
Immerse yourself inside the other,like there's no tomorrow.It had cost him a lot of think like this.
And there she was,getting out of her car.Akanksha had never learnt how to drive.She had always been scared,too scared of running over a pedestrian over,too absorbed in her thoughts about that bitch at work or that bitch she'd be dating.
He could make out that she was wearing something black...yes a black dress,revealing her back and her neck and her long stemmed legs...the black strands of her around her face.
Perfection was what came to his mind."Fucking shit" was what came out of his mouth.
Extinguishing his half-finished ciggerette,he went inside after her...But wait,would she be happy to see him?
He felt his car keys in his pocket...but,damn,he couldn't leave.This was work.
She probably wouldn't even notice...thanks, to the dim lights,over two hundred people and a whole lotta booze.
Sometimes,you cant explain it,not even to yourself.
He felt an urgency to talk to her,to let her know that he thinks of her,something that he he would never admit,not even to himself.But the immense fear of being disappointed when she would see him,made him stop.
"Could life get better...or worse?!?"
It so happens,that defeatism often gives way to audacity.After waking moments of disappointment and pain,come guts and stupidity wherein you let go of all that you care of,and react to an impulse that you meant to kill a long time ago.
But no,he decided it wouldn't be wise to approach her.Not like this.
Making his way to the bar,something he should have done a while ago,he got himself a "scotch on the rocks with a twist".
Midway through his drink,Jai put a hand on his shoulder..."Listen I know this isn't your favourite place to be,but you gotta mingle buddy.We've been counting on you to bring all your charm to maintain such an extensive clientele...Most of them have asked for you,including some good looking broads.
Jai made him smile.Adish nodded..."I'll straighten it out..gimme a minute."
Gulping down his drink,he ran his fingers through his hair,ready to win a few hearts,and fewer accounts.
Adish had his own way of making it through to people.
There were many who loathed him,just like all of us are,his arrogance and his conviction that came runningly evident,made some nauseous.
If one were to describe him physically,he wouldn't be striking to many.An average height of 5'11 with a wheatish complexion,chiselled features and a prominent jawline,he usually sported a three day old beard.
To some,he always looked tired.He looked tired of good sex or an extrordinary full life.The irony was that he thought his life was an absolute opposite.
But what did stand out, was his remarkable walk.It was always daring yet aimless,that of a wanderer in a quest of whatever.While he continued to grab the attention of some women around him,some who came with their spouse,he did business,taking care of their needs.
Those who would look at him closely,would notice that while Adish smiled making conversation with those around him,his smile never reached his eyes.
And she stood there,watching him,making his way to people she could barely know well as he could.Akanksha knew there'd be a chance of meeting him,she didnt want to take any chances.
This is why she wore her prada which recently cost her half her salary.
She checks her reflection in the mirror top of the table she's standing on.
She wishes he would look at her.She wishes he'd touch her.
She turns away,afraid of herself.
It was Akanksha who was restless to get out of the relationship.It was nothing that became something plausible,a cause that would give her sleepless nights.She had given it enough yet never felt the same from him.
It had gone on in a direction where there nothing remained in their relationship.It was Adish who had called it off.
"Have the guts to say what you want.If you don't,I 'll do it for you...."
After listening to Adish telling her he'd do anything to keep her,she knew she had had enough.
She stood there,waiting for him to leave.He walked out.
It took her a week to get out of bed.It took her a month to go back to work.She fakes an illness to apply for a sabbatical.
Someone asks why it failed,she pauses.."Sometimes,you don't get someone the way you want it to...all a girl wants is for someone to want her back.And when it goes away,you feel it.I felt it...and I decided to go away."
From being pursued to falling in love with Adish,it was all his doing.She was just left to follow him,to be swept off her feet.
She did.What she saw next was a quest of possession, of someone he wanted in his life.And as her expectations came crashing down,so did their relationship.Akanksha never bothered telling him all of this.
Taking a sip of the red wine she ordered,Akanksha wondered if she ever made him happy.
She sighed and turned in the direction she'd seen him standing in.
And that moment,their eyes met.
She could feel his eyes on her,through the haze of coloured lights,the pungent smell of sweat and smell,they stood facing each other.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Thats what takes me HIGH !?!?!?
For the readers, this title would be a reminiscence of hash, cocaine, marijuana, weed, pot, blah blah blah (sorry my drug vocab is not too impressive)..
Many may fantasize SEX? For most it is "Moolah"
I would not deny the above schools of thought. In my 26 years of existence, the want to acquire more wealth has exponentially increased.
This want for quick bucks has risen amongst all classes. From my press wali, to the munshi ji next door- Paisa Paisa Paisa !
Investments, share bazaar, properites..from crore pati to arab pati...People are living in a world of illusion, dreaming of a la-la land far away from reality.
Many may fantasize SEX? For most it is "Moolah"
I would not deny the above schools of thought. In my 26 years of existence, the want to acquire more wealth has exponentially increased.
This want for quick bucks has risen amongst all classes. From my press wali, to the munshi ji next door- Paisa Paisa Paisa !
Investments, share bazaar, properites..from crore pati to arab pati...People are living in a world of illusion, dreaming of a la-la land far away from reality.
In contrast to the above idiosyncrasies (notably the materialistic pleasures of life), one is no longer in tune with himself, thus, swaying away from the simple, holistic fortunes that our fore fathers enjoyed with limited finances.
I am not into spirituality and have never meditated in my life, still the feeling to be with oneself is worth striving for. I have embarked on this journey, still far away from the destination, but am sure its gonna be BLISS.
The reliance mobile ad doing the TV rounds these days is an excellent example.
AIR, FOOD, WATER, NETWORK...only NETWORK needs to be changed with THYSELF. Rest all is complimentary.
Speak to YOUR inner self. And you'll find out..what takes you HIGH!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Winds of Change
It all began on a cozy November evening..am not good with dates..but life changing decisions don't take much time to formulate..well that's definitely the case with my cool dad - the least risk averse human I have come across in my life!!!
Recap
An easy to go 10-6 job @ Citi, comforts of home, steady relationship wid the only "hottie" at workplace (she's my wife now) and fantabulous friends...I couldn't have asked for any thing else..With a zeal to study more, I enrolled myself for GMAT prep classes and decided to take the exam in dec'06.
So DA DUDE (as they used to call me at Citi) returned home from his classes one fine evening, and to his surprise the cool dad along with an uncle were engrossed in a serious business deal.
My dad never mixes business with family, but in this case, the lure of establishing his son (whose so-so salary would never be able to match his grandeur lifestyle) was big enough to break the rules of da game.
"DUCTING" - I didn't even know the literal meaning of this term, far away from the fact that I am gonna be into the business of manufacturing these blocks of steel, used to pass air from one point to another.
So it happened...i got swayed in the talks and here i am...sittin on a Monday afternoon, still weary of some technical jargon being talked about. However, it has been so far so good!
Business definitely brings out the best in you. Patience, Perseverance and Positive Outlook are the 3 p's of being a successful businessman. More so, it has also been an enriching journey to witness the tricks of the trade from my dad.
Net Net..I was caught in the eye of the tornado. I do not know what the next few months have in store, but the zeal to pursue my masters has again cropped up..
Dad - are u wanting to setup another venture this time? Let the little devil (Prateik) be a party to it this time around..
Heres to the Winds of Change.
Recap
An easy to go 10-6 job @ Citi, comforts of home, steady relationship wid the only "hottie" at workplace (she's my wife now) and fantabulous friends...I couldn't have asked for any thing else..With a zeal to study more, I enrolled myself for GMAT prep classes and decided to take the exam in dec'06.
So DA DUDE (as they used to call me at Citi) returned home from his classes one fine evening, and to his surprise the cool dad along with an uncle were engrossed in a serious business deal.
My dad never mixes business with family, but in this case, the lure of establishing his son (whose so-so salary would never be able to match his grandeur lifestyle) was big enough to break the rules of da game.
"DUCTING" - I didn't even know the literal meaning of this term, far away from the fact that I am gonna be into the business of manufacturing these blocks of steel, used to pass air from one point to another.
So it happened...i got swayed in the talks and here i am...sittin on a Monday afternoon, still weary of some technical jargon being talked about. However, it has been so far so good!
Business definitely brings out the best in you. Patience, Perseverance and Positive Outlook are the 3 p's of being a successful businessman. More so, it has also been an enriching journey to witness the tricks of the trade from my dad.
Net Net..I was caught in the eye of the tornado. I do not know what the next few months have in store, but the zeal to pursue my masters has again cropped up..
Dad - are u wanting to setup another venture this time? Let the little devil (Prateik) be a party to it this time around..
Heres to the Winds of Change.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Men are from Mars and should stay there
DISCLAIMER:This particular entry has been written at a time when I am well,me but I have had a very hard day...and I love men..Well,kinda.
I come back after many weeks.
After my department got dissolved at work and my significant other is busy with other engagemnts and most of the stores (I can afford to go to) have the worst summer collections I have ever seen in the past three years...I come to you with disgust and most importantly,frustration.
The other day I saw my news channel's significant other,showing a candid interview with the fugly(that's fat and ugly) giantess of a woman,Vidya Balan wearing the most grotesque colour combination.Sporting a hairdo that would suit Aragog(that's a giant spider from the Potter series),she posed in a tight,yellow outfit saying "Shahid is my man..."
I puked in my mouth.
Men.
Men like Shahid Kapur.Seeing him in his first movie was more than six years ago wherein I thought nothing more of him than notice that his character's name was named after my crush.
Over the years,I saw him with his first mother,Kareena Kapoor in B grade "comedy" movies with music from Himesh Reshammiya.While one movie proved as poisonous and Plutonim 238,nobody took notice of him till the MMS came out.
And I remember what my friend told me after we saw the video in college:"My god,he can use his tongue well...Who knew?!?"
Hee Hee.
After a monopoly of mediocre performances with no in-depth scripts,sets or dialogues,the mother and the son finally became the "it" couple in Jab we Met.
They split.And she kissed his new tashan on the stage of the 55 th filmfare awards while he looked away.
And now this lad is with his grandmother.
Barring many men who have personally married some fugly's or about to do the same or our in a relationship...God Bless you.
This entry comes out with a special digust for all those whom I have in my life with one person in particular who is making me reach vanity(as if she's not by best friend already).
I now speak of one giant in particular,my friend Kuber,who doesnt have time for me...coz he'd rather setup an insignificant pen drive which DOES NOT contain any important documents,video or music files...than be a girlfriend to me.
On a Tuesday evening,while I am loaded with work and no money and a busy boyfriend..Kuber,this is just for you...
YOU SUCK!!!!!
I come back after many weeks.
After my department got dissolved at work and my significant other is busy with other engagemnts and most of the stores (I can afford to go to) have the worst summer collections I have ever seen in the past three years...I come to you with disgust and most importantly,frustration.
The other day I saw my news channel's significant other,showing a candid interview with the fugly(that's fat and ugly) giantess of a woman,Vidya Balan wearing the most grotesque colour combination.Sporting a hairdo that would suit Aragog(that's a giant spider from the Potter series),she posed in a tight,yellow outfit saying "Shahid is my man..."
I puked in my mouth.
Men.
Men like Shahid Kapur.Seeing him in his first movie was more than six years ago wherein I thought nothing more of him than notice that his character's name was named after my crush.
Over the years,I saw him with his first mother,Kareena Kapoor in B grade "comedy" movies with music from Himesh Reshammiya.While one movie proved as poisonous and Plutonim 238,nobody took notice of him till the MMS came out.
And I remember what my friend told me after we saw the video in college:"My god,he can use his tongue well...Who knew?!?"
Hee Hee.
After a monopoly of mediocre performances with no in-depth scripts,sets or dialogues,the mother and the son finally became the "it" couple in Jab we Met.
They split.And she kissed his new tashan on the stage of the 55 th filmfare awards while he looked away.
And now this lad is with his grandmother.
Barring many men who have personally married some fugly's or about to do the same or our in a relationship...God Bless you.
This entry comes out with a special digust for all those whom I have in my life with one person in particular who is making me reach vanity(as if she's not by best friend already).
I now speak of one giant in particular,my friend Kuber,who doesnt have time for me...coz he'd rather setup an insignificant pen drive which DOES NOT contain any important documents,video or music files...than be a girlfriend to me.
On a Tuesday evening,while I am loaded with work and no money and a busy boyfriend..Kuber,this is just for you...
YOU SUCK!!!!!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Move
It was so easy to talk about "forever"
It was so easy to be "together"
As we go on.
I keep thinking of all the times.
The times that I thought would never change.
But we won't come back.
If you have something to say...
Say it today
Cause am moving on
And I can't slow down
As we go on....
I keep thinking of all the times.
The times that I thought would never change.
I didn't know about love.
How did it come between you and me?
It was you and me
And there was that small tea stall
It was you and me
And those long odd hours
It was you and me
And that long black last seat in the bus
It was you and me
Cuz there will always be you and me.
As we go onI keep thinking of all the times.
The times that I thought would never change.
Our lives might change forever.
But we will be "forever"And we will be "together"
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Please do not ask me questions.
I just regard it as one of the best things I ever wrote.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
You probably grew along with us.....if you remember these....
If you can rap to "Meri baatein sun karr tum hasna nahi....."
Govinda rocked this one with a chess board suit...
Lol...I can't believe I still remember this...
"Madhuri Dixit mili raste mein...
Khaaye chhane humne saste mein..."
You know that "WOAH" and "HOW you doing?!!" comes from Joey and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
Or was it Sunday....
There used to be duck tales, tales spin mornings....there used to fairy tales.....
there used to be mahabharath and ramayana which was a family ritual in all households.
You remember reading "Asterisk", "Archie's", "Tin Tin"
And also...champak, chanda mama, billooo pinky, chacha choudhary, nagaraj !!
I am reminiscing writing this.
What a topic and what memoirs!
You took cartoon plastic lunch boxes and pencil boxes to school !...(and thought that you were the coolest kid around)
My pencil box came with a piano! I was a fortunate child to get it....but in between the class someone would invariable press on a key and I would get scolded :(
You played "FLAMES" and "TRUE LOVE" to find our your love quotient.
You remember the craze of those friendship bands and slam books!
You danced to "Wanna be" by spice girls...and you guys loved it too!!
"you gotta....you gotta!"
You remember Atari, contra and super Mario as the best video games.
It was a gift to mankind and it was always hard finding those 1 rupee coins :(
You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
"I've fallen and I can't get up"
You remember CD players being the invention of the century and marking the beginning to a new Age.
A CD used to cost 1000 bucks in those days...and 10 friends usually pooled in that much money...to give it as a gift :)
You remember New Kids on The Block and Boyz 2 men when they were cool.
You traded and collected stamps and coins.
You took your he-man/g i Joe/ barbie dolls everywhere. They were an integral part of your family.
You even saw a series called "GAYA BAYA" which was a Hindi cartoon and had a glow friend in it. Or was "glow friend" a glorified toy. I think I am a bit confused....help me kids!
Nancy Drews and Hardy boys were the best mystery books.
Before that there was, secret 7 and famous 5.
And after that, came sweet valley. I don't know, what the guys were reading then.
Natarj and Camlin pencils were competitors.
You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
You rented VHS tapes and not DVDs.
When there was the Walkman
Get Over Here!!!! means something to you.
Hide-n-Seek at dusk.
Red Light, Green Light.
Playing Kickball & Dodge ball until you were crazy tired....
Hopscotch.
HELLO....HOT WHEELS!!!!!
Cadburry's
Nestle!!
Horlicks...Milo...Bournvita!
Squeezy! Those weird looking water bottles.....
Holi in the bus!
When there was wimpy's and no MC Donald's :)
"Talk to the wall" ... enough said!
Govinda rocked this one with a chess board suit...
Lol...I can't believe I still remember this...
"Madhuri Dixit mili raste mein...
Khaaye chhane humne saste mein..."
You know that "WOAH" and "HOW you doing?!!" comes from Joey and that "How Rude!" comes from Stephanie from "Full House"
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
Or was it Sunday....
There used to be duck tales, tales spin mornings....there used to fairy tales.....
there used to be mahabharath and ramayana which was a family ritual in all households.
You remember reading "Asterisk", "Archie's", "Tin Tin"
And also...champak, chanda mama, billooo pinky, chacha choudhary, nagaraj !!
I am reminiscing writing this.
What a topic and what memoirs!
You took cartoon plastic lunch boxes and pencil boxes to school !...(and thought that you were the coolest kid around)
My pencil box came with a piano! I was a fortunate child to get it....but in between the class someone would invariable press on a key and I would get scolded :(
You played "FLAMES" and "TRUE LOVE" to find our your love quotient.
You remember the craze of those friendship bands and slam books!
You danced to "Wanna be" by spice girls...and you guys loved it too!!
"you gotta....you gotta!"
You remember Atari, contra and super Mario as the best video games.
It was a gift to mankind and it was always hard finding those 1 rupee coins :(
You remember watching home alone 1, 2 , and 3........and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
"I've fallen and I can't get up"
You remember CD players being the invention of the century and marking the beginning to a new Age.
A CD used to cost 1000 bucks in those days...and 10 friends usually pooled in that much money...to give it as a gift :)
You remember New Kids on The Block and Boyz 2 men when they were cool.
You traded and collected stamps and coins.
You took your he-man/g i Joe/ barbie dolls everywhere. They were an integral part of your family.
You even saw a series called "GAYA BAYA" which was a Hindi cartoon and had a glow friend in it. Or was "glow friend" a glorified toy. I think I am a bit confused....help me kids!
Nancy Drews and Hardy boys were the best mystery books.
Before that there was, secret 7 and famous 5.
And after that, came sweet valley. I don't know, what the guys were reading then.
Natarj and Camlin pencils were competitors.
You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
You rented VHS tapes and not DVDs.
When there was the Walkman
Get Over Here!!!! means something to you.
Hide-n-Seek at dusk.
Red Light, Green Light.
Playing Kickball & Dodge ball until you were crazy tired....
Hopscotch.
HELLO....HOT WHEELS!!!!!
Cadburry's
Nestle!!
Horlicks...Milo...Bournvita!
Squeezy! Those weird looking water bottles.....
Holi in the bus!
When there was wimpy's and no MC Donald's :)
"Talk to the wall" ... enough said!
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