Although a great and very frank movie but this one disappointed me slightly...probably a 5 star critics rating had raised my expectations to enormous extents...that I found the film dragging a bit and becoming monotonous in the second half. A non smoker and non-drinker would definitely get bored and probably could hardly be able to make a deeper connection with the movie :P As in most of the movie the protagonist, Devender Singh Dhillon, (Abhay Deol) keeps wandering around the much coveted streets of Delhi in search of a body or soul to quench his thirst for sexual desires and at the same time, simply satisfy his deep rooted feelings towards paro, by actually not indulging in the act, being always drunk and heavily drugged, seen on a high 24x7!!
The reason why I got a little disappointed was because I could not find much conviction in Dev D’s character to relate it to the various extremities he traverses through his life...If the character was supposed to have gone through all that for nothing? Then in my impression Dev D was a weak character altogether...cuz screwing up ure ass to such enormous extents by your very own hands...is kind of bizarre foolishness...none the less, I can still guarantee you a fantastic time if you watch this movie out with friends or in a group. For best results, go on a week-end, preferably to a posh locality (as we did, last Saturday)...cuz with the “crowd” in the vicinity, you come out big and gloating :P :D
The first half of the movie is awesome...As all the characters are introduced by throwing a flashlight at their past. This takes you to a rhapsodic yet an emotionally gripping ride, meticulously coupled with deeply impacting sound tracks. Mahi Gill has played a typical Modern Delhi girl...a character, which I don’t think there is a need to describe in words :)Her character has all the traits of a typical dehlite-punjaban and she’s has portrayed it flawlessly...
Abhay Deol was no doubt excellent in the movie. His normalcy and calmness brings about a different kind of frankness in his attitude which was brilliantly casted in his role. His arrogance yet acceptance of his highly neurotic state is a cool combination...Unlike the previous Dev Dasses, this one particularly had the patience of pausing for an occasional smile...much at his own plight. Amongst his other austerely cool ways of doing things was, the way he used to walk in casually, roll up the Rizla(paper) and prepare a joint...jus like that!!
Now coming to the best feature of the film-it's "sound tracks". The songs are simply amazing!!! All of them.In case you have not seen the picture then also I gurantee that you will like a few of them, but after watching the movie, you will just fall in love with the kind of music, all the songs are composed with. The music style has its roots rather primitive, having a taste of “thet Marwadi/northIndian Hindi” in terms of lyrics and as well as background composition but are marvelously blended with modern rock and beats...with an occasional touch of trans the phenomena.
Out of all, Emosional Atyachaar (both live as well as rock version...thogh rock version really roxx!!!), Nayan Tarase, Pardesi, Sali Khushi, Duniya Badi Gol, Aankh Micholi, Ek hulchul Si, are my fav!...I found the rest of them also to be good in a way because they were situational and very well versed with the story...apart from having a touch of spice in them. :D
From his movie, director Anurag Kashyap highlighted the famous DPS MMS Scandal...and the victim of the scandal ultimately evolves into the character of ‘Chandramukhi’, who is named as ‘Chanda’ in this film...'Kalki Koechlin', as far as I know- a new face, has contributed to this role...Although I did not find her acting to be very impressive but still, her appearance satisfactorily justified her role...
Another one of the incidents, if we recollect...where the son of some Army big-shot had crashed his BMW and killed four people sleeping on the streets, has been utilized shrewdly by Kashyap in light of the creating that ray of hope for our man Dev D, to cling onto, so as to come out of his despairing state of affairs. He ultimately he does that, but only after he gets another big jerk of the sorts...
That’s one of the differences which you may find amazing in this modern version of Dev Das saga. Our new Dev Das actually never really wanted to die out of disparity...lol...What I could infer from the movie was that he considered sex and vodka as the safest refuge from the hassles of his love life...now in a way that’s kinda cool!! :P Ultimately he realizes that ‘Chanda’ is the one, who can shower angelic love which he was desperately searching for or rather which he ought to be desperately searching for :P...so, in the end he grabs the new funtie and scurries away with her... :D
All in all...a great movie, different from the usual. Though not going with the critic's rating given by Times, I personally rate it around 3.5 to 4 stars...on a 5 point scale.
P.S. - A word of advice- Drinking heavily under dim lights and listening to Trans Music or even Dev D’s songs, immediately after watching the movie is not advisable. Your own love-life, even if all flowery can seem to look awfully dungy...it’s an experienced voice that is cautioning you...lol... ;) :P jus kidding...the songs simply rock!!!(otherwise) :D over all guys....Do Watch!!!!
Ciao...
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Saturday, 7 February 2009
Why did Mammoths perish ???
Here we are talking about Mammoths...yea the same 'M' lettered Big-Shot who used to roam around naked, scaring every one, until few years back... We all know, who they really were and what they were capable of…but, did any one of us ever thought why did they become extinct??? Even the researchers aren’t convinced with the available evidence for their sudden extinction (‘wiki’ doesn’t know too). Not that we care, but still worth a thought...
Well...here is a possible theory!
They were mentally too sick and tired of their lives…to an extent that, they did not have to get any inspiration from Dev D, or even had the need to watch RGV’s AAG…Their life sucked big time! It was this sickening feeling which emanated from deep within and kept on proliferating from fellow mates and one very fine day they could not stand it any more...so....
They all committed suicide!
Now you may ask why their lives were so despairing ???
Here are a few reasons as to why-
1. No Sex!!! Yep, that’s a real big blow…look at the image…they could do nothing more than scratch each others ass with that big tusk…(probably that’s how they developed that curvature)…I mean where the hell will you create contact ???
2. No Foreplay and fun- again owing to their massive tusks…performing oral is out of their dreams!! Poor fellows could only restrict themselves to sniffing…now that’s SAD
3. Tiresome, cant Sit and Rest- Again their big tusks proved to be much of a pain in the ass…for which sitting could only be possible by bending their hind legs yet keeping their front ones straight….there you have it....a perfect posture to develop a back ache! Aur shot laga liya
4. Sleep Deprived- Imagine with that outwardly pointing tusks, how on earth could they have managed to lie down and sleep??? The only position that I can think of is by lying down and facing up towards the sky…Now a 10 ton giant to get up from that position without hurting his teeth? You gotta be kidding...
5. Reproduction- How did they reproduce???? The above points already screw up the fun part in the process, yet if they had to? Then I believe we can have 2 possible cases-
a) If they reproduced like mammals, then owing to the above mentioned discrepancies, the fetal point would have to be somewhere outside the two mating bodies…now that is a disgrace for the poor baby mammoth, unaware of his parents’ nonchalance.
b) Else, If the mother mammoth lays an egg, (neglecting all the possible means of how she would be able to) then it would be hideously painful for her to shove an egg out of her (which ever)organ, obviously owing to its two protruding pointed little baby tusks. Ooouch!…no wonder she’ll hate the baby before it is even born :P
6. Insecurity Complex- Although every one would have been scared of their large tusks, but Mammoths knew how useless they were. And this fact used to kill their confidence from inside…That’s because they were stupidly curved, they could only be used as a wall to shied their trunk in combat…They could hardly use it for piercing the opponent or to rip them apart. I have a feeling that at a later point in time, all the animals had come to realize this fact and had harassed them.
7. Racial Discrimination- They would have seen their other(later evolved) family counterparts-Elephants, nicely mingling with humans, as elephants provided added bounties like carrying logs, transportation and easy to handle figure. Considering the bona-fide human quality of bribing and showing partiality, Elephants would have increased their mockery of their own ancient ancestors. Poor souls...
8. Load- As a fact of dental science, approximately a third of our teeth is exposed and two-thirds of the whole lies inside, creating a solid foundation. Now look at this poor fellow’s case? With each tooth, easily weighing over 50 pounds and hanging by a weak support (check out its fossil remains you think I am wrong), ye kahan ka nyaay hai ??? It can get really nasty if a monkey happens to play around and accidentally loosen the hinges...the pain can melt his balls!
9. No Social Life- Hardly a place suitable for them to hang out with their buddies. They can’t go for a swim on the beach, nor trekking or hiking with that load. Forests could lead their tusks getting entangled...too much pain already. For Wooly-Mammoths who used to live in all snowy environments, they were hardly able to enjoy the snow! Skiing would be disastrous, because ten tons of a load on mother earth, if fallen, can only bring about an avalanche. Alas, Beer was not invented; otherwise they would have at least had a chance :)
So that’s what brought about the sad end of these creatures…Respond to this valuable finding earnestly, I may propose it further upon your approval :P
Source of Inspiration: Me and my roomie, Harpreet, were watching Lions in Discovery Channel yesterday. From there we got in to a discussion about whose social life is more worse…whether a Lion’s or a Tiger’s ?....We then went on to Cougars then Saber-tooth…and we finally ended up on Mammoths :D Useful inputs were provided by him too, in context of this valuable finding.
Well...here is a possible theory!
They were mentally too sick and tired of their lives…to an extent that, they did not have to get any inspiration from Dev D, or even had the need to watch RGV’s AAG…Their life sucked big time! It was this sickening feeling which emanated from deep within and kept on proliferating from fellow mates and one very fine day they could not stand it any more...so....
They all committed suicide!
Now you may ask why their lives were so despairing ???
Here are a few reasons as to why-
1. No Sex!!! Yep, that’s a real big blow…look at the image…they could do nothing more than scratch each others ass with that big tusk…(probably that’s how they developed that curvature)…I mean where the hell will you create contact ???
2. No Foreplay and fun- again owing to their massive tusks…performing oral is out of their dreams!! Poor fellows could only restrict themselves to sniffing…now that’s SAD
3. Tiresome, cant Sit and Rest- Again their big tusks proved to be much of a pain in the ass…for which sitting could only be possible by bending their hind legs yet keeping their front ones straight….there you have it....a perfect posture to develop a back ache! Aur shot laga liya
4. Sleep Deprived- Imagine with that outwardly pointing tusks, how on earth could they have managed to lie down and sleep??? The only position that I can think of is by lying down and facing up towards the sky…Now a 10 ton giant to get up from that position without hurting his teeth? You gotta be kidding...
5. Reproduction- How did they reproduce???? The above points already screw up the fun part in the process, yet if they had to? Then I believe we can have 2 possible cases-
a) If they reproduced like mammals, then owing to the above mentioned discrepancies, the fetal point would have to be somewhere outside the two mating bodies…now that is a disgrace for the poor baby mammoth, unaware of his parents’ nonchalance.
b) Else, If the mother mammoth lays an egg, (neglecting all the possible means of how she would be able to) then it would be hideously painful for her to shove an egg out of her (which ever)organ, obviously owing to its two protruding pointed little baby tusks. Ooouch!…no wonder she’ll hate the baby before it is even born :P
6. Insecurity Complex- Although every one would have been scared of their large tusks, but Mammoths knew how useless they were. And this fact used to kill their confidence from inside…That’s because they were stupidly curved, they could only be used as a wall to shied their trunk in combat…They could hardly use it for piercing the opponent or to rip them apart. I have a feeling that at a later point in time, all the animals had come to realize this fact and had harassed them.
7. Racial Discrimination- They would have seen their other(later evolved) family counterparts-Elephants, nicely mingling with humans, as elephants provided added bounties like carrying logs, transportation and easy to handle figure. Considering the bona-fide human quality of bribing and showing partiality, Elephants would have increased their mockery of their own ancient ancestors. Poor souls...
8. Load- As a fact of dental science, approximately a third of our teeth is exposed and two-thirds of the whole lies inside, creating a solid foundation. Now look at this poor fellow’s case? With each tooth, easily weighing over 50 pounds and hanging by a weak support (check out its fossil remains you think I am wrong), ye kahan ka nyaay hai ??? It can get really nasty if a monkey happens to play around and accidentally loosen the hinges...the pain can melt his balls!
9. No Social Life- Hardly a place suitable for them to hang out with their buddies. They can’t go for a swim on the beach, nor trekking or hiking with that load. Forests could lead their tusks getting entangled...too much pain already. For Wooly-Mammoths who used to live in all snowy environments, they were hardly able to enjoy the snow! Skiing would be disastrous, because ten tons of a load on mother earth, if fallen, can only bring about an avalanche. Alas, Beer was not invented; otherwise they would have at least had a chance :)
So that’s what brought about the sad end of these creatures…Respond to this valuable finding earnestly, I may propose it further upon your approval :P
Source of Inspiration: Me and my roomie, Harpreet, were watching Lions in Discovery Channel yesterday. From there we got in to a discussion about whose social life is more worse…whether a Lion’s or a Tiger’s ?....We then went on to Cougars then Saber-tooth…and we finally ended up on Mammoths :D Useful inputs were provided by him too, in context of this valuable finding.
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Birthday bash.....
Its been long, that I have not done justice to my beloved readers….If I had been a Shakespeare or a Tolkien or a McCarthy etc, I wouldn’t have given a shit before using that line…..bah!, but the fact remains, I never got time to update my blog in the recent past…This being the first post since then, I am assuming your benign patience :P Well….with no better topic in mind, I thought I’d rather pen down the affairs of the most wonderful day so far this year, which happened to be my birthday! :)
Starting off…from the previous night, I was badly pissed for a lot of reasons, had a really long n tiring day in the office, slogging my ass off…I had to stay back later than usual, so eventually I missed the last shuttle of the day by hours…
My cubicle mate, Uday cancelled his dinner plans with his roomies & chose to drop me home on his bike at around 11 in the night. I decided to treat him, for which he accepted only on account of my on coming birthday…Boy! that was some dinner, a typical Andhraite cuisine, we had their special ‘all-rice’ meals. He being an andhraite we went to Nandhini Hotel, famous for its Andhra-style delicacy…
On the way back home, I realized it was not long…and desperately wished if it was somehow possible to postpone my birthday by a couple of weeks. Not holding any expectations what so ever, the only wish I had, was to be able to spare some good amount of time so that I can speak to my family whole heartedly…But guess!, I was in for quite a surprise... not just one but a series of surprises :)
Hmmm…as I entered the house I found one of my office friends - Nitin, already sitting inside with Varun (my room mate cum project mate) and his elder bro Ashu was busy on his own….I was actually glad to see him, but since my ambiance was reflecting sardonic monotone since long, I chose to remain quite, casual & as-a-matter-of-fact-ish. Harpreet had to follow support timings and Rohit (another room mate) works on shifts, both were no where to be seen…
Suddenly around
”sab log busy the, aur late aaye….sare shops band ho chuke the to cake nahi mila…I could not help it, isi se kaam chala le”
I said….fine, no issues at all….a stress buster was more than anything that I needed at that time….I went into my bed room to change, then right as the clock struck 12 I heard voices outside in the hall, turned around, saw a hint of Rohit’s shirt (he had come down from the office asking an early leave for the day)
Next moment…….
I was being laundered!!...literally, the noise was worse than what you will find in ‘dhobi ghat’…5 people on a rampage, beating me with stuff I could never have imagined in my dreams…there were Rods, Chappals, Hangers, Skipping rope and I was even threatened by a Leather hunter…Well It was hard to fathom if they were expressing their immense love or relishing their long held desire to even things out, wonderfully disguised by the occasion…Rohit particularly mentioned…”Main to nahi chodunga sale pade ko…bahut maraya hoon me tere birthday ke liye” Damn!…from that moment, I decided, the only day I’ll most eagerly await will be my room mates’ birthdays!!.....
After about 30 minutes of bashing and running around the house, when they finally realized that they might have equaled if not exceeded the count, compared to the total count of beatings, I would have taken in my history of 23 years, I gasped for some breadth…only to find myself running bare feet on the road, the very next moment…
Imagine….12 30 at night at a very peaceful residential locality, running out like mobsters…Things were fine till I was chasing Rohit with the bottle of sprite but it gets a bit nasty if you have a Sardaar wild in hot pursuit, in the middle of the night, holding a bottle of beer and madness struck in his mind…I had accepted it looong before it went over me…
Next when we returned home, I found they had brought the cake as well :)….It was kept safe at our owner’s refrigerator…Then went on the usual cake cutting ceremony followed by a 'cake-body-massage'…No wonder I enjoyed purposely falling over Harpreet’s mattress with beer, sprite and cake laden clothes…That was by far the best part of the night! :D :D
(from left- Nitin, Varun, Rohit, Me and Sardaar...Ashu took the pic)
We wrapped up later with having beer & sutta at our usual hangout, the front parking space of the house before we went to sleep…
The next day I woke up early, took sardaar’s bike and went up to the temple as promised to my dear mum…Immediately after that I received their blessings on the phone…already rejuvenated and happy, before ending the call, my ‘Pa’ asked me to check for a courier in the office…wow more surprises!!!
Upon reaching office, little did I expect that my mail box will be loaded with Birthday wishing mails :) Some unknown people, some of whom I wouldn’t have spoken more than a word in the entire year, had actually bothered to take some time out to send in their warm wishes…May be it shows the power of MindTree’s ‘bench strength’, but still I wouldn’t have done that just for anybody…
Next big surprise, my PM came to my desk around 12 in the
And I did not waste a split second, getting moved by the emotions of the moment, immediately messaged Sardaar n Rohit to stop all the shit they were busy with and book the tickets, cuz we were goin to
In the afternoon, I checked out the dispatch dept for my courier and found a lovely T-shirt awaiting me in the parcel. I have always loved my bro’s choice…:) and I thanked god that the day couldn’t have any been better…..but I guess it had more in store for me…
I continued with my work, and at around 5 :30 a mail popped up from Varun. It was sent to the entire team. This is exactly what it read…
“Let us all gather together at Phase 3 cafeteria to celebrate Devar’s Birthday….Bring along with you what ever tool and stuff you can get…sticks, woodland shoes etc etc… to ensure a happening time :)“
Dang!!! No sooner did I finish reading it, every one had already started. It was so sincerely planned and immaculately timed…that it made our project look shamelessly secondary before the cause :P …I was probably carrying the most austerely dumb expression of a happy fool over my face, not able sink in the reality of the moment as I had never expected anything like this, especially considering the kind of atmosphere that was prevailing in the recent days. I was vaguely aware of people murmuring around the way up, either patting my back or warming their hands in a threatening gesture, while I was struggling hard to keep myself calm, composed & again, as-a-matter-of-fact-ish…For those who do not know how my project runs, things like these, never happen, even our PM confronted Varun asking the reason for this partiality :) (Thanks bro.. :))
Well…it happened…more than 50 people had gathered, 2 large cakes were cut, some went over my body for which I too tried to retaliate although it was hard to do while sustaining that gentleman-ly behavior… Then as per the tradition I got loads on my bum...(for a moment Varun had forgotten he had a lingament tear in one of his legs..), then PM handed me a MindTree table clock, and a Birthday Card signed by the entire team…. it was all fun…(except for the Bum bashing part...)
The last one......came as a conformation-of-tickets mail at around 7 :30 PM, Rohit got the tickets arranged; he booked for both onward and return from
The rest of the day was spent over the phone as calls kept coming in tandem from either relatives or friends….
So…that’s how the day ended…I only wish it keeps on getting better in the years to come…. ;) :P
P.S.- I’d like to dedicate this post to all those who helped to make this day such a memorable one…Love u all…
Devar…
Monday, 2 June 2008
NarcistiC CogniZance....
Thy world may be in peril
Don’t live in Haste…
Life generously bestows,
unless you care to taste!
You’ve craved for it,
with beseeching eyes!
What all you expected…
got nothing but lies.
So what? If not green!
The grass is still….
Until you scoop it,
Regret, you never will…
The immaculate sun,
and refulgent light!!!
How can you jus give up,
Without even a fight???
That mouse is awed!
sinking deep in milk…
which buttered its way out,
with the power of its will.
So, absolve thy self….
triumphing the supreme!
Whisper like breath of success,
quite mystique yet serene…
In aeternum!, follow thy heart,
Let it sing and sway…. :D
Plethora of joy and happiness
will sparkle all your way...(",)
Friday, 11 April 2008
Ex - Bangalored!!!!
I used to think, I, being a true ‘Mumbaite’, one who eats, sleeps, talks and even breathes Mumbai; often hung over by the premonition that I will never be able to dig my nest in any foreign land, other than ‘Amchi Mumbai’….but to no avail, I was proved wrong, as I recount my days spent in Bangalore, which is sometimes rightly believed to be a “Bachelors’ Paradise”
And especially, it being my first time away from home and that too with the added responsibility of work and the abundance of liberty made it more exciting for a super lethargic moron who hated responsibilities n considered sincerity as a sinister or ugly disease.
We can often speak about “been there, done that” but what I want to recount in this post is some of the small yet wonderful instances of our lives in Bangalore which made it quite fun filled and memorable….
The ten things which used to make my day!!!!
1) Wee hours…cacophony!
Well getting up was the most dreadful part of the life back then. Wrapped up in a shell of blankets n what so ever available to make up for the bitter cold winter mornings, the alarm bell used to give the most distraught feeling, as the dreamily subconscious mind was aware, somewhere in its deep corner, that the bloody clock is gona ring any minute!!
Alas, sleep was always so welcoming just after u’ve slammed the alarm down. To somehow beat the early morning desperation for sleep, we placed the alarm clock high up the shelf, thinking that it would require enough effort to shut it down, that I can manage to resist my good old soft bed and the beautiful sleep, but to no avail, one very fine day, as I rose to shut the alarm….”Whaam!!!”…….. I turned around and answered to my other half awake room mates…”Well…great!, no more clock!!!” and……we headed back to sleep….Luckily, Himanshu never came to know how d ruddy hell did his clock break when he came back from his home visit :P
2) Say, ‘Rise n Shine’ to your partner!
Goarn!....Have to give up sleep and make up my bed… :(
Now comes the pearl of the day!....Finding an occasional cockroach idling under your bed covers….yawning, and probably gaping at you….annoyed by the sudden exposure to light…cursing u with all his might!, to have woken him up so early. . . .
Whoa!......and people talk about human encroachment!
3) Gay time with the Geyser!
Well…no body actually fancied getting up early in the morning and running straight down to bath, much to the likes of the crazy geyser. The first person used to be in for a boiling steamy prickle, so that half of the hot water used to get wasted only to avoid the heat and the other half while gingerly trying to adjust it with the cold water tap…
And for others…..well what d’u know?!!! No more hot water for anybody else!!!!......as the stupid geyser took an eternity to heat up the fresh water again! Crap!!! All you can do is muter curses under your shivered breath while the running water sends a chill through your spines…. :)
4) A wise guy! Aye???.......U shout up at the sky.
As the time carries on and you bathroom sing, the 9Xm is running in the background, things are looking cool. After a few banging on the door by fellow room mates, crying for the paucity of time, feared that it will eventually burst open, you come out. You check out for the clothes drying outside only to realize your shitty luck and bizarre amazement that they are much wetter than how you had left them after wrenching them hard the previous day! You wonder…
“Shit happens, but this is holy shit!!” on some occasions it is followed by ‘deep shit’, when you realize that a friendly pigeon or crow had a nice time cozying up on your shirt with its droppings nicely patterned on your precious clothes…….doesn’t matter you concentrate harder on the song that is being played on the 9Xm. :)
5) Fire in the mountain Run! Run! Run!
While Harpreet has pleaded someone to iron his shirt which generally mercifully accepted by Varun, Kedar hits d panic button giving us a fake alarm in the form of a miss call that the cab has arrived! Varun responds for the call and makes a beeline to it. While I and Harpreet, both born with the exceptional skill for time calculation and manipulation, force that we may still make it, even if the crooked watch is made faster. A couple of miss calls and then a final call which makes the Clock Tower in our minds strike hard!!!
…Next moment……
We are panting! With bag in one hand, and belt, I-card, watch and mobile dangling from the other, the shoe laces, playing with the wind, precariously avoiding your feet, while they are pumping and your eyes are fixed on the cab!!!(Discreet, yet I am aware honey is running along close by, this thought butters your burnt toast adding taste to your life:))
6) Being the ‘Apple of the Eye’
No sooner do we hop in the bus…all eyes scathingly X-ray us…with an occasional look of disgust and snort they used to be withdrawn, as sleazily as they had groped us before. Finding ol’George (our mate) and wish him good morning was the easiest way of avoiding discomfort :D But mind you a lot goes in for our poor friend Varun…as, he took in a lot of rubbish for always making the bus wait for us! Kudos to him, we saved our asses a lot of times :)
7) Oh...dear me!....I got a wrinkle!!!
Aah…Now as our dear friend honey was having a merry time with Mindtree’s pretty ladies…we all got into the habit of having a maquillage done in the bus. Alas, it used to be a 45 minutes journey, so why not a lil tidying up?? ;) lol….seated in the last so as to avoid surprised gazes, we used to have our make up done quite discreetly….completing the unfinished stuff while we left from home till applying moisturizer and hair gel. Finally emerging out of the bus as ‘Dudes’….
Make way MindTree, cuz Here we Come!! :D
8) Daze…..at the office
The day used to be full of new things….new people and new encounters. Altough there was a slight discouragement in the use of the phrase “Kannada Baralla or Gothilla” yet things used to be welcoming as soon we realized we could get almost everything done by the use of one simple word – “madi”. :) We felt a new freedom, freedom to enjoy eating what ever we want to eat! For the first time in my life I was eating so many chocolates in a day!!! :D :D The free time spent used to be simply awesome! Playing scrabble, pictionary or taboo was fun and if not then we would just team up and combat against each other with gritted teeth and vehement concentration on a CZ clan, never to relinquish or accept defeat. No wonder in a couple of months’ time we all made hundreds of friends, departing from them was agonizingly dolorous :(
9) The awesome ‘Bum Massage’
While this was an extra feature that we were esteemed with, courtesy- MindTree’s Swaraj Mazda shuttle service. The 40 seater mini buses had a pathetic rear suspension; more worse was the fact that the Bangalore roads were deprived of speed breakers; instead you could find rumblers (a series mini speed breakers placed closed to each other). The road, withered because of the heavy traffic, used to take a wavy form n any one sitting at the back was in for a bumpy ride. The driver, vaguely aware of the distant ramblings at the back, carries on but you are skeptical whether your insides have been disembodied and rolled over and your stomach gets churned to make up lasagna of the food u had last eaten!
10) Nighttime Tranquility
As the birds serenade their way back, the day draws to an end, our innocent minds used to be filled with exuberant thoughts about the new experiences and events of the day. I, Honey and Varun (room mates) then set along to have sum nice homely dinner complemented with a juice or a chai form the usual roadside tappri, not giving each other a moment to speak while we all recount the happenings of our day. Being too judgmental in nature was an inbred disease so that gossiping came natural to me and honey ;) and our frequencies matched to such an amazing extent that things used to be better understood without spoken words. Cribbing about gals at office was one thing, but suddenly gossiping about them the very next instant was rather usual. At night, gazing the starry sky, cuddled atop the roof, daring the chilly wind, having the conversation of the life time, four friends, who all had a recent transformation in their lives – distantly aware about the insecurities of this new world and the fact that life now demanded more responsibility – yet engrossed with teenage ‘cakes and ale’, very raw, yet accepting :)
TV and carom used to be the best remedy to swarm out the nostalgia and hurtle us back to enjoy the present! Apart from that, we all used to be game, for pulling each others legs, clicking weird snaps, bemusing over kannada names….which all, I rather enjoyed as I used to loose pathetically at carom...
Things did not change much, even when we moved to our new rented house at ‘Jayanagar’. Out of the initial ten days when we used the shuttle service, we (I and Harpreet) were only able to catch it twice. The daily agenda was grabbing an auto till ‘Devegauda petrol pump’ where we would hurriedly catch some Mindtree shuttle awaiting at the signal, which being the longest running signal. The occasional hunt for a new place to dine and party out on Thursdays had become habitual. Soon we were joined by Rohit and Sunil to live along with us, as my departure to Chennai was confirmed. The remaining days were spent blissfully, enjoying the maximum possible. We used to reach office comfortably at 9 30, neatly dressed, very relaxed albeit lethargically numbed, when we used to get out of Sunil’s car, rather appearing as if each one of us owned an IT company for himself :P
I will surely miss having spent quality time there in Bangalore, having made so many friends and having enjoyed life with them, for all the trips we went to, for all the parties or hangouts….Alas! Some one great has rightly said-
“With good ol’ friends to the valley of joy, these days will never last.
For, life is to move ahead, with lingering reminisces of the past! “
- De’ Varshi Code
Ah! Well…who cares????? I find Chennai as rocking too! :P
P.S. – “Bakki theek Hai”
And especially, it being my first time away from home and that too with the added responsibility of work and the abundance of liberty made it more exciting for a super lethargic moron who hated responsibilities n considered sincerity as a sinister or ugly disease.
We can often speak about “been there, done that” but what I want to recount in this post is some of the small yet wonderful instances of our lives in Bangalore which made it quite fun filled and memorable….
The ten things which used to make my day!!!!
1) Wee hours…cacophony!
Well getting up was the most dreadful part of the life back then. Wrapped up in a shell of blankets n what so ever available to make up for the bitter cold winter mornings, the alarm bell used to give the most distraught feeling, as the dreamily subconscious mind was aware, somewhere in its deep corner, that the bloody clock is gona ring any minute!!
Alas, sleep was always so welcoming just after u’ve slammed the alarm down. To somehow beat the early morning desperation for sleep, we placed the alarm clock high up the shelf, thinking that it would require enough effort to shut it down, that I can manage to resist my good old soft bed and the beautiful sleep, but to no avail, one very fine day, as I rose to shut the alarm….”Whaam!!!”…….. I turned around and answered to my other half awake room mates…”Well…great!, no more clock!!!” and……we headed back to sleep….Luckily, Himanshu never came to know how d ruddy hell did his clock break when he came back from his home visit :P
2) Say, ‘Rise n Shine’ to your partner!
Goarn!....Have to give up sleep and make up my bed… :(
Now comes the pearl of the day!....Finding an occasional cockroach idling under your bed covers….yawning, and probably gaping at you….annoyed by the sudden exposure to light…cursing u with all his might!, to have woken him up so early. . . .
Whoa!......and people talk about human encroachment!
3) Gay time with the Geyser!
Well…no body actually fancied getting up early in the morning and running straight down to bath, much to the likes of the crazy geyser. The first person used to be in for a boiling steamy prickle, so that half of the hot water used to get wasted only to avoid the heat and the other half while gingerly trying to adjust it with the cold water tap…
And for others…..well what d’u know?!!! No more hot water for anybody else!!!!......as the stupid geyser took an eternity to heat up the fresh water again! Crap!!! All you can do is muter curses under your shivered breath while the running water sends a chill through your spines…. :)
4) A wise guy! Aye???.......U shout up at the sky.
As the time carries on and you bathroom sing, the 9Xm is running in the background, things are looking cool. After a few banging on the door by fellow room mates, crying for the paucity of time, feared that it will eventually burst open, you come out. You check out for the clothes drying outside only to realize your shitty luck and bizarre amazement that they are much wetter than how you had left them after wrenching them hard the previous day! You wonder…
“Shit happens, but this is holy shit!!” on some occasions it is followed by ‘deep shit’, when you realize that a friendly pigeon or crow had a nice time cozying up on your shirt with its droppings nicely patterned on your precious clothes…….doesn’t matter you concentrate harder on the song that is being played on the 9Xm. :)
5) Fire in the mountain Run! Run! Run!
While Harpreet has pleaded someone to iron his shirt which generally mercifully accepted by Varun, Kedar hits d panic button giving us a fake alarm in the form of a miss call that the cab has arrived! Varun responds for the call and makes a beeline to it. While I and Harpreet, both born with the exceptional skill for time calculation and manipulation, force that we may still make it, even if the crooked watch is made faster. A couple of miss calls and then a final call which makes the Clock Tower in our minds strike hard!!!
…Next moment……
We are panting! With bag in one hand, and belt, I-card, watch and mobile dangling from the other, the shoe laces, playing with the wind, precariously avoiding your feet, while they are pumping and your eyes are fixed on the cab!!!(Discreet, yet I am aware honey is running along close by, this thought butters your burnt toast adding taste to your life:))
6) Being the ‘Apple of the Eye’
No sooner do we hop in the bus…all eyes scathingly X-ray us…with an occasional look of disgust and snort they used to be withdrawn, as sleazily as they had groped us before. Finding ol’George (our mate) and wish him good morning was the easiest way of avoiding discomfort :D But mind you a lot goes in for our poor friend Varun…as, he took in a lot of rubbish for always making the bus wait for us! Kudos to him, we saved our asses a lot of times :)
7) Oh...dear me!....I got a wrinkle!!!
Aah…Now as our dear friend honey was having a merry time with Mindtree’s pretty ladies…we all got into the habit of having a maquillage done in the bus. Alas, it used to be a 45 minutes journey, so why not a lil tidying up?? ;) lol….seated in the last so as to avoid surprised gazes, we used to have our make up done quite discreetly….completing the unfinished stuff while we left from home till applying moisturizer and hair gel. Finally emerging out of the bus as ‘Dudes’….
Make way MindTree, cuz Here we Come!! :D
8) Daze…..at the office
The day used to be full of new things….new people and new encounters. Altough there was a slight discouragement in the use of the phrase “Kannada Baralla or Gothilla” yet things used to be welcoming as soon we realized we could get almost everything done by the use of one simple word – “madi”. :) We felt a new freedom, freedom to enjoy eating what ever we want to eat! For the first time in my life I was eating so many chocolates in a day!!! :D :D The free time spent used to be simply awesome! Playing scrabble, pictionary or taboo was fun and if not then we would just team up and combat against each other with gritted teeth and vehement concentration on a CZ clan, never to relinquish or accept defeat. No wonder in a couple of months’ time we all made hundreds of friends, departing from them was agonizingly dolorous :(
9) The awesome ‘Bum Massage’
While this was an extra feature that we were esteemed with, courtesy- MindTree’s Swaraj Mazda shuttle service. The 40 seater mini buses had a pathetic rear suspension; more worse was the fact that the Bangalore roads were deprived of speed breakers; instead you could find rumblers (a series mini speed breakers placed closed to each other). The road, withered because of the heavy traffic, used to take a wavy form n any one sitting at the back was in for a bumpy ride. The driver, vaguely aware of the distant ramblings at the back, carries on but you are skeptical whether your insides have been disembodied and rolled over and your stomach gets churned to make up lasagna of the food u had last eaten!
10) Nighttime Tranquility
As the birds serenade their way back, the day draws to an end, our innocent minds used to be filled with exuberant thoughts about the new experiences and events of the day. I, Honey and Varun (room mates) then set along to have sum nice homely dinner complemented with a juice or a chai form the usual roadside tappri, not giving each other a moment to speak while we all recount the happenings of our day. Being too judgmental in nature was an inbred disease so that gossiping came natural to me and honey ;) and our frequencies matched to such an amazing extent that things used to be better understood without spoken words. Cribbing about gals at office was one thing, but suddenly gossiping about them the very next instant was rather usual. At night, gazing the starry sky, cuddled atop the roof, daring the chilly wind, having the conversation of the life time, four friends, who all had a recent transformation in their lives – distantly aware about the insecurities of this new world and the fact that life now demanded more responsibility – yet engrossed with teenage ‘cakes and ale’, very raw, yet accepting :)
TV and carom used to be the best remedy to swarm out the nostalgia and hurtle us back to enjoy the present! Apart from that, we all used to be game, for pulling each others legs, clicking weird snaps, bemusing over kannada names….which all, I rather enjoyed as I used to loose pathetically at carom...
Things did not change much, even when we moved to our new rented house at ‘Jayanagar’. Out of the initial ten days when we used the shuttle service, we (I and Harpreet) were only able to catch it twice. The daily agenda was grabbing an auto till ‘Devegauda petrol pump’ where we would hurriedly catch some Mindtree shuttle awaiting at the signal, which being the longest running signal. The occasional hunt for a new place to dine and party out on Thursdays had become habitual. Soon we were joined by Rohit and Sunil to live along with us, as my departure to Chennai was confirmed. The remaining days were spent blissfully, enjoying the maximum possible. We used to reach office comfortably at 9 30, neatly dressed, very relaxed albeit lethargically numbed, when we used to get out of Sunil’s car, rather appearing as if each one of us owned an IT company for himself :P
I will surely miss having spent quality time there in Bangalore, having made so many friends and having enjoyed life with them, for all the trips we went to, for all the parties or hangouts….Alas! Some one great has rightly said-
“With good ol’ friends to the valley of joy, these days will never last.
For, life is to move ahead, with lingering reminisces of the past! “
- De’ Varshi Code
Ah! Well…who cares????? I find Chennai as rocking too! :P
P.S. – “Bakki theek Hai”
Saturday, 15 September 2007
sTRUCK Wrongly!!!!
A few days ago, violence erupted Agra when a speeding truck ran over 4 youths who were on there way to participate in the Shab-e-barat festival, during the wee hours.
Following the dreadful incident, members of the community rose to fury, taking on the streets and stopping vehicular movement in the Dhakran crossing area….
By the next day, people got so much enraged upon the decrepit laws and rules governing the safety of people pertaining to such road accidents. The immediate result was an up roar in the city which was certainly uncalled for, as the mob of angry localites vented out their aggression on the most easily available commodity- Public Property!
Lots of vehicles were set ablaze by the mob, 20 amongst the torched were Trucks-of innocent poor people who had no hand in the incident what so ever-and of course transport buses and police vehicles.
Once they are
backed by a motive (better to call it than a ‘cause’) which is appreciated by all, people are grabbed by this uncontrollable frenzy which leads them to organize themselves into a mob and unleash the havoc on the city. The locals went on a rampage indulging in arson and stone pelting. The torpid police couldn’t do much so as frighten them and took a back seat obviously, being blamed already for the poor traffic control they couldn’t risk ruining their mane by overpowering the mob. It took the life of one innocent cop, one mobster and injuring more than 50 policemen and firemen apart from imposing a curfew in at least six localities to finally cool down the lava. Schools and colleges remained closed for three days. Many factories were also set ablaze some attempts being futile but still sufficient to terrorize many more.
Agreed, that the boys really didn’t deserve their poor fate! And it’s always good to see that people coming forward to express their agitation towards the government. I would also say that this kind of integrity is far less visible in a busy metropolis like Mumbai itself, but there should be a limit to be expressive of ones anger. It should not be at the cost of someone else’s expense. The incident in Agra was a poor example of people bullyragging the public property creating unrest for no sense at all. It ultimately claimed 2 lives, one of them an innocent cop and leaving more than 7 people in a critical state, not to mention the damage done accounting for crores of rupees. The closure of shops, factories and educational institutions ultimately disrupting business and education system in the city Was this all called for??? Who is worse? The rash truck driver or the public??
After all who wants to claim four innocent lives for no reason….but what about the damage and destruction that people purposely did???? May be for a good cause, but vaguely my senses tell me the cause hardly remained a good one, once they reverted to riot.
This isn’t a new story, It has happened on numerous occasions. When ever people feel like expressing their disgust with some one, they shamelessly and ruthlessly vandalize public property, one which is easily available and one they consider it is for them. Often in Mumbai BEST and NMMT buses are used as the cheaply available bait whenever shiv sena or other activist group has to have its say in some or the other stupid matter of no body’s concern. It’s gaining popularity and is being wickedly accepted as the best means to either uplift the public image of such activist groups or by the localites infuriated by some shuddersome incident.
What is astounding to me is that people are very much losing their moral values only get drifted along the flow of the generated current, proliferating to an extent unimaginable, I don’t know by whom. What the hell did they gain out of it??? They have posed themselves as equals to the crime committed by the run away truck driver. Public property is to be gratified, not to be rubbished out so cheaply! And as for the poor people, who have no say in anything, yet they become the victims of such unethical and unwanted outbursts…loosing lump sums if not their lives.
Government should imply sticker norms when it comes to such horrendous riots. As for my personal opinion, the administration should fricassee their testicles for breakfast and if they still seem undeterred? Then their spleen should follow….
Its really a pity for those poor truck drivers whose trucks suffered the burns of an unlikely incident….no wonder these days they rush to the nearest pit hole to cover their own and their vehicles ass, as soon as they get the slightest hint or a smell of an upcoming riot.
The administration did announce an ex-gratia relief of Rs one lakh each to the next of the kins of the deceased but I strongly feel that compensation should also be provided to the owners of the trucks and other vehicles destroyed; let the sum be paid for, by the localites of the district.
People should be made aware about this kind of self-mortification, as it is by no means helpful to any one! Developing a feeling of integrity is one thing and making innocent people pay for some one else’s wrong doings is another. There are enough bright minds out there that should come up with better means to express their grievances let alone disrupting the peace and harmony of the surroundings.
Following the dreadful incident, members of the community rose to fury, taking on the streets and stopping vehicular movement in the Dhakran crossing area….
By the next day, people got so much enraged upon the decrepit laws and rules governing the safety of people pertaining to such road accidents. The immediate result was an up roar in the city which was certainly uncalled for, as the mob of angry localites vented out their aggression on the most easily available commodity- Public Property!
Lots of vehicles were set ablaze by the mob, 20 amongst the torched were Trucks-of innocent poor people who had no hand in the incident what so ever-and of course transport buses and police vehicles.
Once they are
backed by a motive (better to call it than a ‘cause’) which is appreciated by all, people are grabbed by this uncontrollable frenzy which leads them to organize themselves into a mob and unleash the havoc on the city. The locals went on a rampage indulging in arson and stone pelting. The torpid police couldn’t do much so as frighten them and took a back seat obviously, being blamed already for the poor traffic control they couldn’t risk ruining their mane by overpowering the mob. It took the life of one innocent cop, one mobster and injuring more than 50 policemen and firemen apart from imposing a curfew in at least six localities to finally cool down the lava. Schools and colleges remained closed for three days. Many factories were also set ablaze some attempts being futile but still sufficient to terrorize many more.Agreed, that the boys really didn’t deserve their poor fate! And it’s always good to see that people coming forward to express their agitation towards the government. I would also say that this kind of integrity is far less visible in a busy metropolis like Mumbai itself, but there should be a limit to be expressive of ones anger. It should not be at the cost of someone else’s expense. The incident in Agra was a poor example of people bullyragging the public property creating unrest for no sense at all. It ultimately claimed 2 lives, one of them an innocent cop and leaving more than 7 people in a critical state, not to mention the damage done accounting for crores of rupees. The closure of shops, factories and educational institutions ultimately disrupting business and education system in the city Was this all called for??? Who is worse? The rash truck driver or the public??
After all who wants to claim four innocent lives for no reason….but what about the damage and destruction that people purposely did???? May be for a good cause, but vaguely my senses tell me the cause hardly remained a good one, once they reverted to riot.
This isn’t a new story, It has happened on numerous occasions. When ever people feel like expressing their disgust with some one, they shamelessly and ruthlessly vandalize public property, one which is easily available and one they consider it is for them. Often in Mumbai BEST and NMMT buses are used as the cheaply available bait whenever shiv sena or other activist group has to have its say in some or the other stupid matter of no body’s concern. It’s gaining popularity and is being wickedly accepted as the best means to either uplift the public image of such activist groups or by the localites infuriated by some shuddersome incident.
What is astounding to me is that people are very much losing their moral values only get drifted along the flow of the generated current, proliferating to an extent unimaginable, I don’t know by whom. What the hell did they gain out of it??? They have posed themselves as equals to the crime committed by the run away truck driver. Public property is to be gratified, not to be rubbished out so cheaply! And as for the poor people, who have no say in anything, yet they become the victims of such unethical and unwanted outbursts…loosing lump sums if not their lives.
Government should imply sticker norms when it comes to such horrendous riots. As for my personal opinion, the administration should fricassee their testicles for breakfast and if they still seem undeterred? Then their spleen should follow….
Its really a pity for those poor truck drivers whose trucks suffered the burns of an unlikely incident….no wonder these days they rush to the nearest pit hole to cover their own and their vehicles ass, as soon as they get the slightest hint or a smell of an upcoming riot.
The administration did announce an ex-gratia relief of Rs one lakh each to the next of the kins of the deceased but I strongly feel that compensation should also be provided to the owners of the trucks and other vehicles destroyed; let the sum be paid for, by the localites of the district.
People should be made aware about this kind of self-mortification, as it is by no means helpful to any one! Developing a feeling of integrity is one thing and making innocent people pay for some one else’s wrong doings is another. There are enough bright minds out there that should come up with better means to express their grievances let alone disrupting the peace and harmony of the surroundings.
Friday, 7 September 2007
Kyunki Saans me Kabhi Badboo Thi....
Grounded at home these days, I pry upon the opportunity, to sometimes gauge my mental stability by watching obnoxious soap operas produced by Ekta Kapoor.
This one is about a very popular n probably the longest running serial- “Kyun ki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi” or simply “kyun ki” which I happened to watch the other day, accidentally being late for dinner, nevertheless it got me hoodwinked to an extent that I postponed my work the next day just to glimpse the dramatic end of an ongoing intermediary melodrama. Not to mention the dinner that day, which I totally forgot kept below my nose, as the trauma of the episode was flabbergasting. It left me wondering that Himesh Reshamiya really did a great job in his “Aap ka Suroor”.
Well here is how the pathetic story runs by…..
There lives a s
tupid old lady by the name of ‘Tulsi’ the protagonist of this show, who is married to an exceedingly rich businessman 'Mehir Veerani', although because of some unfortunate turn of events he is left with merely a few clinging pennies. Tulsi, a daughter to a pooraji, is obsessed with his ‘thakurji’ and ‘haridwar’ and can blow the shit out of your head by all the ramayan n mahabharat crap! Apparently the poor script writer was made to slog these ancient epics numerous times that now he can’t even breathe out without resonating religious undertones….
So, Tulsi having undergone a plastic surgery for some unfortunate reasons….probably coz Smriti Irani hav had enough of this shit for over five years….has now acquired the face of the beloved wife ’Juhi’ of another maniac called “Juss Thakral” who some how happens to be a rich business man himself
Look at the height of co-incidence!!!! No less than a miracle! Not only does her face changes n finds resemblance with the other woman…her hair, body, her skin colour, even her finger size is tested to match exactly with thakral’s wife! Imagine the extent of stupidity as characters in the serial are actually shown prying upon these minor stupid details ultimately creating an altercation and the usual family break up shit!...for what???....just to uncover the real identity of the new ‘Tulsi’....
Bloody Hell!!!! How stupid can one get????? If a new actor is brought in obviously every part of her body will change!
Another interesting fact….the word middle-class don’t exist for these people who make this urban rich family melodramas nor do they happen to have the slightest knowledge of the rich families…. they see no limit, as a new born is often seen coming in these families toddling with a 300 crore cheque in his hand instead of a bauble or a doll….
Give me a break!......
Well this ‘thakral’ guy portrays the role of a psycho maniac who is presently in a traumatic state of mind for the loss of his wife until he sees “tulsi” wearing her new glamorous look. He then begins to plot funky schemes, obviously over hyped by the public for no reason what so ever, to win his beloved back. He is apparently obsessed with her scent, her touch, her voice n ahem ahem….too.
So one fine day this guy learns that d house opposite of which tulsi lives, is on an auction. Now how much lucky you one get???? Horse Shit to follow…. No particular reason for the auction was mentioned. To hell with the auction, what amazes me is how they managed to crop up the neighbors who had no existence since the flourishing past five generations of Veerani parivar! Getting back to shit…….So with the might of his mysteriously earned money he fights Mehir to get the possession of the house by bidding higher, knowing that tulsi’s husband is mere small timer now.
However, wining the house dint seem to satisfy his lust as he could only ‘watch’ all the action through his night vision binoculars through his window let alone himself enjoy it much like frustration of the little boy in 'Malena' :) This boils him to fury. Mean while Tulsi is having a hard time at her own house with her daughter- in-laws constantly torturing n pestering her…apparently bored of her dharmik shit!. They don’t believe that she is the real Tulsi even after a conformation of the DNA report. God!...I cant imagine ladies in such rich high class families have nothing else in life to do other than cribbing about someone’s not so fabulous hairdo, the vague simplicity of their elders, colour of their drivers livery, the usual event of their child’s imprisonment caught in drug abuse...blah blah.. (the word abuse is only contemporary to my usage of the phrase…to them it’s more of a pride! considering the money flushed out in possessing these stuff)
So….terribly pissed the ‘bahus’ plot against this ‘tulsi’ and one of them-'Damini' decides to meet with this “thakral guy” at his home to team up against the poor mystic spiritually lamented soul.
Now the cinematography is what bamboozles you….The interiors of the house is all dark and spooky....the first step inside will instinctively make you look around for bats…
Occasionally one can come across candles whose light expose some of the most horrible looking portraits goofy enough to spook the shit out the bats if at all they were there. Then the floor makes u realize that the set has been recently used for shooting a gag on Laloo’s barn, with hay n pieces of straw lying all over the place… time constraint!! Poor people din even get the time to clean up the mess before the new group comes to occupy the sets….There is no furniture inside the haunted house except for a rocking-chair where this beefy thakral guy lays his lazy ass all day musing over her wife’s photographs. He lives alone…with his numerous cats roaming all around him which is his second most dreaded obsession as he treats them like dear children…no wonder he has named his only son ‘Billy’…lol
Now…as one of the bahus- ‘Damini’ enters the den offering help….the largely ‘deprived’ guy makes a beeline for her and without a clue locks the door from inside. Viewers as well as Damini herself is confused by the toad like smile on his face apprehending his forth coming croak…n u know wat? D guy simply says that- “U are kidnapped hahaha” and getting the signal damini unwillingly has to stick to the script….n starts to cry.
Wow….had kidnappings been so easy I would have in no ways undergone the 4 torturous years of engineering only to slog in an IT company later on…..
He now sends a message to ‘Shantiniketan’ i.e. tulsi’s fortress, asking for ‘tulsi’ as ransom for Damini’s release.
Now.......
What ever follows is cheap utter bullshit! of high quality n tantalizing odor!.....
Every body in the house gets cold feet….half of them give away and rush to the nearest toilet n the rest stand frozen on the ground half dead! The camera zooms up to ever ones face! Followed by a loud “swoosh” emphasizing every ones apprehension….amazingly this is the only part when the entire family is seen together…obviously who wouldn’t wana be seen in close up on TV????
Hell!!! That guy is unarmed and supposedly ageing over 50! Staying alone and that too in the neighborhood, how the hell he manages to terrorize someone to such an extent??? I mean do people really get this horror struck?? Or else how they manage to accept what ever crap Ekta Kapoor displays…..beats me fellows. Getting back to the shit….Mehir and Tulsi’s most loyal son- ‘Karan’, decides to head to the police station…Though had he been given enough brains he would have rushed straight to the house and stormed it to rescue his bhabi….but nooooo this guy is a super smart kid of a superwoman. Tell you what? Even a baboon will have soo much brains to apply….and it have succeeded in it too. Mysteriously ‘Damini’s’ husband…’Gautam’ who is also a son to ‘tulsi’ was unavailable for the comment.
…meanwhile tulsi receives another threatening phone call from the neighboring house. Now is the most frustratingly hilarious part! Tulsi finally decided to submit herself to the hands of Thakral….looks around for some support…no one comes by….lol….
Finally wastes 10 precious minutes to boost her own confidence by spurring out some Sanskrit shlokas and Ramayana n Mahabharata references assuring herself of her duty to save her daughter from the demon “Ravan ke changul se bacha ke le aayegi ye seeta” lols lmao!
All useless dialogues uttered highlighting immodesty only to gain some lost respect shows us how to make the best use of the opportunity to shine yourselves in front of others, least bothering about the time that was being wasted instead of rescuing poor damini….well they like they say…it teaches us all…
So finally she reaches to Thakral’s house where she is given a warm welcome. The stupid Thakral thinks he as won the game….but god only knew how much of pain he was gona feel in his ass (call it- ‘prickly hot needling psychic verbal abuse’…so bad just imagine… constantly pricking your ass with a hot needle with the colder part protruding inside….ask why it is awful?? Coz the hotter region is still out side preventing you from even touching the needle and eventually letting it rot there) ….when Tulsi unleashed the fury of the ‘Ma kali’ much lethal than the ‘nerve gas’…actually can be called a better replacement of the nerve gas. Tulsi….already furious about the incident enrages with divine power!...amazing for a 65+ year old lady….(Bachpan me Pedigree kuch jyada ho gaya tha shyad) Thakral is at loss of words…as now tulsi starts to f**k him …verbally of course…. And then…….
Miraculously there appears a “Ma Kali’ Mandir inside the house…..just out of thin air!(God!!!....Can I have a couple of aspirins????? )
And tulsi hooks off the ‘trishool’ (a triple tipped pointed weapon) out of ma kali’s statue and terrorizes thakral….a flury of words, shlokas and references of ramayana, mahabharata, chandamama, tinkle…..badgering him continuously. The beefy big guy was turned into a whiskery poor old mouse lying down at her feet shocked and trembled…probably at the direction and the script of the story…or by the stingy odor of excessive cat droppings…it was hard to tell. Nevertheless Tulsi rescued her bahu and suddenly the next moment she is assumed to have dragged the man to the police station.
The Thakral guy was seemed to have brought to justice in style…..
Whoa!....people do really enjoy watching shit like this on television??? I am curious to know…coz lotsa money is put up in running this crap and even more money is generated here. All this made me ponder whether I have lost my touch with the present world or such shit is really appreciated. If it is? Then just wait Ms Ekta Kapoor I challenge your serendipity coz I can come up with much worse stuff than this and ruin your business. Lastly,
I feel sorry for the poor lady who characterizes Tulsi…as losing ones self respect and self- image doing a pathetic act on TV is one thing! Think of all the enchanting shlokas n mantras which would reverberate and haunt her mind for ages to come. Hmmmm…..someone has rightly said ‘Money Talks’(Paisa bolta hai…Jai jai money!)
But today I realized that shit sells too!!!
Good day folks...... :)
This one is about a very popular n probably the longest running serial- “Kyun ki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi” or simply “kyun ki” which I happened to watch the other day, accidentally being late for dinner, nevertheless it got me hoodwinked to an extent that I postponed my work the next day just to glimpse the dramatic end of an ongoing intermediary melodrama. Not to mention the dinner that day, which I totally forgot kept below my nose, as the trauma of the episode was flabbergasting. It left me wondering that Himesh Reshamiya really did a great job in his “Aap ka Suroor”.
Well here is how the pathetic story runs by…..
There lives a s
tupid old lady by the name of ‘Tulsi’ the protagonist of this show, who is married to an exceedingly rich businessman 'Mehir Veerani', although because of some unfortunate turn of events he is left with merely a few clinging pennies. Tulsi, a daughter to a pooraji, is obsessed with his ‘thakurji’ and ‘haridwar’ and can blow the shit out of your head by all the ramayan n mahabharat crap! Apparently the poor script writer was made to slog these ancient epics numerous times that now he can’t even breathe out without resonating religious undertones….
So, Tulsi having undergone a plastic surgery for some unfortunate reasons….probably coz Smriti Irani hav had enough of this shit for over five years….has now acquired the face of the beloved wife ’Juhi’ of another maniac called “Juss Thakral” who some how happens to be a rich business man himself
Look at the height of co-incidence!!!! No less than a miracle! Not only does her face changes n finds resemblance with the other woman…her hair, body, her skin colour, even her finger size is tested to match exactly with thakral’s wife! Imagine the extent of stupidity as characters in the serial are actually shown prying upon these minor stupid details ultimately creating an altercation and the usual family break up shit!...for what???....just to uncover the real identity of the new ‘Tulsi’....
Bloody Hell!!!! How stupid can one get????? If a new actor is brought in obviously every part of her body will change!
Another interesting fact….the word middle-class don’t exist for these people who make this urban rich family melodramas nor do they happen to have the slightest knowledge of the rich families…. they see no limit, as a new born is often seen coming in these families toddling with a 300 crore cheque in his hand instead of a bauble or a doll….
Give me a break!......
Well this ‘thakral’ guy portrays the role of a psycho maniac who is presently in a traumatic state of mind for the loss of his wife until he sees “tulsi” wearing her new glamorous look. He then begins to plot funky schemes, obviously over hyped by the public for no reason what so ever, to win his beloved back. He is apparently obsessed with her scent, her touch, her voice n ahem ahem….too.
So one fine day this guy learns that d house opposite of which tulsi lives, is on an auction. Now how much lucky you one get???? Horse Shit to follow…. No particular reason for the auction was mentioned. To hell with the auction, what amazes me is how they managed to crop up the neighbors who had no existence since the flourishing past five generations of Veerani parivar! Getting back to shit…….So with the might of his mysteriously earned money he fights Mehir to get the possession of the house by bidding higher, knowing that tulsi’s husband is mere small timer now.
However, wining the house dint seem to satisfy his lust as he could only ‘watch’ all the action through his night vision binoculars through his window let alone himself enjoy it much like frustration of the little boy in 'Malena' :) This boils him to fury. Mean while Tulsi is having a hard time at her own house with her daughter- in-laws constantly torturing n pestering her…apparently bored of her dharmik shit!. They don’t believe that she is the real Tulsi even after a conformation of the DNA report. God!...I cant imagine ladies in such rich high class families have nothing else in life to do other than cribbing about someone’s not so fabulous hairdo, the vague simplicity of their elders, colour of their drivers livery, the usual event of their child’s imprisonment caught in drug abuse...blah blah.. (the word abuse is only contemporary to my usage of the phrase…to them it’s more of a pride! considering the money flushed out in possessing these stuff)
So….terribly pissed the ‘bahus’ plot against this ‘tulsi’ and one of them-'Damini' decides to meet with this “thakral guy” at his home to team up against the poor mystic spiritually lamented soul.
Now the cinematography is what bamboozles you….The interiors of the house is all dark and spooky....the first step inside will instinctively make you look around for bats…
Occasionally one can come across candles whose light expose some of the most horrible looking portraits goofy enough to spook the shit out the bats if at all they were there. Then the floor makes u realize that the set has been recently used for shooting a gag on Laloo’s barn, with hay n pieces of straw lying all over the place… time constraint!! Poor people din even get the time to clean up the mess before the new group comes to occupy the sets….There is no furniture inside the haunted house except for a rocking-chair where this beefy thakral guy lays his lazy ass all day musing over her wife’s photographs. He lives alone…with his numerous cats roaming all around him which is his second most dreaded obsession as he treats them like dear children…no wonder he has named his only son ‘Billy’…lol
Now…as one of the bahus- ‘Damini’ enters the den offering help….the largely ‘deprived’ guy makes a beeline for her and without a clue locks the door from inside. Viewers as well as Damini herself is confused by the toad like smile on his face apprehending his forth coming croak…n u know wat? D guy simply says that- “U are kidnapped hahaha” and getting the signal damini unwillingly has to stick to the script….n starts to cry.
Wow….had kidnappings been so easy I would have in no ways undergone the 4 torturous years of engineering only to slog in an IT company later on…..
He now sends a message to ‘Shantiniketan’ i.e. tulsi’s fortress, asking for ‘tulsi’ as ransom for Damini’s release.
Now.......
What ever follows is cheap utter bullshit! of high quality n tantalizing odor!.....
Every body in the house gets cold feet….half of them give away and rush to the nearest toilet n the rest stand frozen on the ground half dead! The camera zooms up to ever ones face! Followed by a loud “swoosh” emphasizing every ones apprehension….amazingly this is the only part when the entire family is seen together…obviously who wouldn’t wana be seen in close up on TV????
Hell!!! That guy is unarmed and supposedly ageing over 50! Staying alone and that too in the neighborhood, how the hell he manages to terrorize someone to such an extent??? I mean do people really get this horror struck?? Or else how they manage to accept what ever crap Ekta Kapoor displays…..beats me fellows. Getting back to the shit….Mehir and Tulsi’s most loyal son- ‘Karan’, decides to head to the police station…Though had he been given enough brains he would have rushed straight to the house and stormed it to rescue his bhabi….but nooooo this guy is a super smart kid of a superwoman. Tell you what? Even a baboon will have soo much brains to apply….and it have succeeded in it too. Mysteriously ‘Damini’s’ husband…’Gautam’ who is also a son to ‘tulsi’ was unavailable for the comment.
…meanwhile tulsi receives another threatening phone call from the neighboring house. Now is the most frustratingly hilarious part! Tulsi finally decided to submit herself to the hands of Thakral….looks around for some support…no one comes by….lol….
Finally wastes 10 precious minutes to boost her own confidence by spurring out some Sanskrit shlokas and Ramayana n Mahabharata references assuring herself of her duty to save her daughter from the demon “Ravan ke changul se bacha ke le aayegi ye seeta” lols lmao!
All useless dialogues uttered highlighting immodesty only to gain some lost respect shows us how to make the best use of the opportunity to shine yourselves in front of others, least bothering about the time that was being wasted instead of rescuing poor damini….well they like they say…it teaches us all…
So finally she reaches to Thakral’s house where she is given a warm welcome. The stupid Thakral thinks he as won the game….but god only knew how much of pain he was gona feel in his ass (call it- ‘prickly hot needling psychic verbal abuse’…so bad just imagine… constantly pricking your ass with a hot needle with the colder part protruding inside….ask why it is awful?? Coz the hotter region is still out side preventing you from even touching the needle and eventually letting it rot there) ….when Tulsi unleashed the fury of the ‘Ma kali’ much lethal than the ‘nerve gas’…actually can be called a better replacement of the nerve gas. Tulsi….already furious about the incident enrages with divine power!...amazing for a 65+ year old lady….(Bachpan me Pedigree kuch jyada ho gaya tha shyad) Thakral is at loss of words…as now tulsi starts to f**k him …verbally of course…. And then…….
Miraculously there appears a “Ma Kali’ Mandir inside the house…..just out of thin air!(God!!!....Can I have a couple of aspirins????? )
And tulsi hooks off the ‘trishool’ (a triple tipped pointed weapon) out of ma kali’s statue and terrorizes thakral….a flury of words, shlokas and references of ramayana, mahabharata, chandamama, tinkle…..badgering him continuously. The beefy big guy was turned into a whiskery poor old mouse lying down at her feet shocked and trembled…probably at the direction and the script of the story…or by the stingy odor of excessive cat droppings…it was hard to tell. Nevertheless Tulsi rescued her bahu and suddenly the next moment she is assumed to have dragged the man to the police station.
The Thakral guy was seemed to have brought to justice in style…..
Whoa!....people do really enjoy watching shit like this on television??? I am curious to know…coz lotsa money is put up in running this crap and even more money is generated here. All this made me ponder whether I have lost my touch with the present world or such shit is really appreciated. If it is? Then just wait Ms Ekta Kapoor I challenge your serendipity coz I can come up with much worse stuff than this and ruin your business. Lastly,
I feel sorry for the poor lady who characterizes Tulsi…as losing ones self respect and self- image doing a pathetic act on TV is one thing! Think of all the enchanting shlokas n mantras which would reverberate and haunt her mind for ages to come. Hmmmm…..someone has rightly said ‘Money Talks’(Paisa bolta hai…Jai jai money!)
But today I realized that shit sells too!!!
Good day folks...... :)
Thursday, 30 August 2007
Morphing thru' Time n Reality
Turning around groggily, ebbing from golden rays
His body numb, eyes swell, seeking unfound solace,
For, insinuating this epoch, arrives another dawn
He still lay on his bed reliving the moments gone…
Feeling the bliss the joy the happiness and the green
The enthusiasm for life trailed by an ecstatic scream
When the days were glee and the nights tranquil…
The morning sun brewed up fresh hope and good-will
Innocence of a pigeon, negligence of imbecile
Grown up in a nest too cozy and irresistible
Groomed with goodness to be competent! not gray
There lived a lad, whom anxiety would never foray
As sun begins to rise, amid the cock-crow cacophony
Thoughts now stirring contemporaneous melancholy
There came a dainty angel of whom he was too fond
Doting her mystic ambience from surface and beyond
Incipient era saw, two seeds strikingly effervescent,
But fate lashed out hard, the affair thus left evanescent.
The sun shone higher, hurtling him back to present,
Writhing by reality, engulfed by lonely crescent
Now he wishes to acclimatize, to this unforeseen reality
That life is a steady change, as true as mortality!
With good old friends to the valley of joy, these days will never last
Life is to walk ahead, with lingering reminisces of the past! :)
His body numb, eyes swell, seeking unfound solace,
For, insinuating this epoch, arrives another dawn
He still lay on his bed reliving the moments gone…
Feeling the bliss the joy the happiness and the green
The enthusiasm for life trailed by an ecstatic scream
When the days were glee and the nights tranquil…
The morning sun brewed up fresh hope and good-will
Innocence of a pigeon, negligence of imbecile
Grown up in a nest too cozy and irresistible
Groomed with goodness to be competent! not gray
There lived a lad, whom anxiety would never foray
As sun begins to rise, amid the cock-crow cacophony
Thoughts now stirring contemporaneous melancholy
There came a dainty angel of whom he was too fond
Doting her mystic ambience from surface and beyond
Incipient era saw, two seeds strikingly effervescent,
But fate lashed out hard, the affair thus left evanescent.
The sun shone higher, hurtling him back to present,
Writhing by reality, engulfed by lonely crescent
Now he wishes to acclimatize, to this unforeseen reality
That life is a steady change, as true as mortality!
With good old friends to the valley of joy, these days will never last
Life is to walk ahead, with lingering reminisces of the past! :)
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Bored!!!!!!!
Hell!!!(o)...I have come to write about my recent state of mind as usual.
This post is about something sooo boring that you will never be more bored by anything than by reading it. It’s about yesterday, yes 19th of June 2007 a day I wish to remember but again I am sure I will be bored to do such a thing. The fact that I am writing this post today is that I was too bored to even think about writing it yesterday. I was bored of TV I was bored of my computer I was bored of reading or playing anything and I was bored of my friends or rather they sounded bored of me. Can’t complain them it must be true because my boredom is very much contagious. I was so damn bored and I still am that I couldn’t imagine if I could be more bored in my life again. I wonder if there is a limit that my boredom still needs to cross to be declared at eternal boredom. I am too bored to even think about that stupid limit…I don’t even know why I am typing this post …probably in the hope that it will subside slightly just by talking about it! Is tooo bored more effective or very much bored sounds more distasteful??? Whatever I don’t care I am even bored to think about that.
Just curious...people have u ever felt dead and alive at the same time? Felt like exploding without making any kind of noise or without any element of force involved in it? C’mon even the fart carries a lot of these along with it. Ever felt like kicking your ass so hard that the vibrations caused by the impact can actually rupture your balls???
Well if not then you haven’t witnessed this infernal phenomenon called Obsessive Compulsive Boredom (OCB) very much different from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Now don’t criticize me because I stole much of the portion of the name from an already existing disorder OCD. I am too bored to come up with of any other name, besides this fits in just fine. If u think it doesn’t then you can very well blow up your PC coz this is my post and I have got the right to write whatever crap I want!. Boy….. some times being too bored can make you write a loot of lines just for nothing!
Well coming back to the crazy phenomenon called OCB. It is bound to happen at least once in every ones life. So be prepared to just spend a day in earthly hell. In this phenomenon one gets bored of every thing just about every thing in life, be it your most precious belongings or your most loved time-pass or whatever. Its intensity varies in magnitude and depends upon a lot of factors like:-
-Being too obsessed with the thought of having nothing to do and no body to talk to.
-Contemplating a hypothetical situation having no relevance to what so ever in real world practically.
-Stress from Girl/boy friends. Man this one is a real torture when one is suffering from lack of communication.
-Being too much optimistic about everything in life
-Expecting a priceless gift parcel from the “Prince of Al Badir” heh!
-Hoping against hope tremendously for receiving a French kiss from Catherine Zeta Jones that very instant! :p
blah! Blah!..…u can add anymore crap your self.
Now, How to find a cure to this Phenomenon????
NO cure! Absolutely. One can just wait for the time to drift by and wait eagerly for the next day to come. Next day the victim automatically feels much better because by then he/she is very much accustomed to suffer and suffer happily because they grow aware of the fact that it can’t get any worse!!!
The other way of subsiding it is by sleeping hardcore. Stuff your ears with as much cotton that makes you are deaf preventing you from hearing your own cries.
Is their any way to prevent it or postpone its occurrence??
Yeah plenty!!! I don’t know about it now and probably I am still too bored to think about it! Don’t bug my ass if u still wanna know how? The answer is just opposite of what all points I have mentioned above, God! I am bored but not stupid enough to repeat all those again!
Is there any advantage of this syndrome???
Many, if you come to think of it in a positive manner. You can blame everything that’s going haywire to your boredom at that moment and no body can even complain. If you are too desperate in the initial stages of this syndrome then you can divert your bloody mind to lots of loony and idiotic thoughts and thus can develop entirely new interests in your lives that you would never have dreamt of doing. In this case if your luck shines then you come out of this syndrome happy in the initial stage itself, but then you will have to be prepared to witness this sometime in your life again! Another advantage is that one always comes off good coz they realize that they have survived this syndrome and are still alive! And they know that it can’t get any more worse, so why keep beating the shit out of your head. By the end of this day you somehow realize or force yourself to believe that there is always a funny and joyous side to every f****** boring thing in life and you now try to pursue it with determination. Call it lowering your threshold level which defines joy to you or whatever it is effective and that’s what matters!!! :)
Phew! I can’t believe I can come up with so much crap about just being too bored... :)
Any more questions??? I believe I am coming off this syndrome now slowly and steadily and I am not in a mood to extend my boredom any further by continuing to write and prepare a huge thesis. I leave this task to you all. Your precious comments are most welcome!
Sunday, 20 May 2007
In Pursuit of Happiness?????
Firstly, this has got nothing to do with the amazing movie starred by Will Smith along with his son. There was this incident that I witnessed a few weeks ago which obliged me to pen down my thoughts about it.
It was a dull Sunday evening. Our mixer broke down and mum needed it to prepare some chutney. She came to me holding the pot wearing the usual smile mixed with anticipation and I realized without a word that damn! I have to get it fixed. Being bored at home I used the opportunity to feed sum fresh air to my lungs and headed to the desired shop as directed.
The place was a small shabby settlement in one of the nearby buildings. The only room was divided into two by plywood, differentiating the store from the entry. A rusty old board hung from the top with one end crotched and clung to a protruding nail as if desperate for life. The battered shelves along with the main desk were full of spares and dilapidated machine parts longing to get back to life again. The entry to the shop was another challenge as the boundary of the building was dug in order to install cables. So, one had to walk over a rickety wooden plank to reach the place. The owner of the shop a (sindhi by looks) was apparently confused, disinterested and possibly overburdened by the amount of the work, did not bother to acknowledge me. I kept myself busy eyeing the stuff around.
Later…….. I saw a young boy, probably not more than 14, holding on to a heavy machine making his way to the shop. With pockets stuffed with tools and arms coated with grease, he called for help to get it past the wooden plank safely. He safely unloaded his arms n placed the contraption on the floor so delicately that it would have put a few mothers nurturing their children to shame. Looking as cheerfully and gracious he offered me the help I needed. My eyes were transfixed on this little fellow I couldn’t believe to be working at this good forsaken place. He wore a gregarious smile that was filled with deep satisfaction about something good in life. His face was radiant and his energy was visible by his agile mannerisms. He listened to me quiet obediently nodding at each comment trying to work his mind together….and no sooner did I finish, I found him already tinkering with the device. After a slender wait I was on my way back home awestruck by my encounter with the boy.
What astounded me was his enthusiasm and zealousness for working in such a filthy, claustrophobic environment surrounded by metal scrapes and plastic rubble….and that too at such an age!!!
I could only express my sorrow for the poor lad. His high spirits and evergreen nature was astounding, so was the way he politely accepted the harsh comments by people without taking anything down to his heart and maintaining an eternal contortion of lips- a truly adorable smile. :) He showed no sign of anguish in spite of working so hard. I instantly compared him with myself. Where my life has so far been pleasing, comfortable, all bright n sunny, still I found myself somehow lacking that spirit.
Now, what is this thing called happiness after all???
One can say happiness is an emotional or affective state that is characterized by feelings of enjoyment and satisfaction… well is that it? If it’s such simple a thing then why do people who are joyous n gleeful at one moment turn low n despondent at the other?
Also the obvious question- Are materialistic pleasures ($ money $) that ease our life are to account for a person’s state or level of happiness???
To an extent I believe they do but only a meager fraction…otherwise all the ghettos in the world would have been a scene of constant mourning. The pleasure derived from loved ones and from our good virtues is what matters the most. (Easier said than done. eh?)
Although it is well agreed that all of us go through varied emotions and mood swings, a lot of which depends on how complicated a life we lead as well as on the persisting circumstances. Often it is our own actions that complicate matters in our life as a result we waste stupendous time wandering around seeking solace.
That boy might have hit some kind of jack pot that day, but his happiness was worth instigating an uncanny feeling of happiness and a sense of leading a cherished life. It was sufficient to lift my spirits at least for the time being :)
Well, I guess someone has rightly said-
That boy might have hit some kind of jack pot that day, but his happiness was worth instigating an uncanny feeling of happiness and a sense of leading a cherished life. It was sufficient to lift my spirits at least for the time being :)
Well, I guess someone has rightly said-
"People are always about as happy as they make up their minds to be."
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