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Memoirs of my journey

Whenever I used to hear this word blogging, I used to wonder what's the big deal, why so much hype. And then one fine day, out of curiosity, I thought of giving it a shot. What started as a trial, changed to time pass, transformed into hobby and morphed into an obsession.

And today I'm celebrating first anniversary of my whimsical cyber life and everyone's invited (Oh yeah Samsung, go ahead, sue me!)

And to sum up this year, here is the list of my favorite Dhabas along this highway:

…and they say life is beautiful

Re-search @ night

I lie here

Nobody

Sex amidst ringtones

You are invited

Diabolic

Present lost

Because I love my job

Alone I bleed

I don’t have a title for this

Déjà vu

Tranquility

A robbed soul

Through the eyes of a puppet

Uffff, long list…..You guys are patient to have reached here, have a piece of the cake as your reward :D

HAPPY B'DAY MY BLOG !!

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Through the eyes of a puppet

The sprawling campus stares at him; the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building. Cool breeze dies hitting the colder wall. The vastness engulfs him and suddenly he realizes how minute he is. The whole universe is looking at him as if he has been brought to this stage to be laughed upon. He can see his own reflection making a mockery of him.

The puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for. What is he without those threads when the lifeline of a puppet is the blood flowing through the veins of those fingers. And how hard it is to know that those fingers aren’t your extensions.

Is this soothing quiet or sooting lull that stands here ?

Taare Zameen Par: Un-Review

If you want to know how good Taare is, just go to your nearest theater and watch the people coming out after the show. The cacophony that surrounds a crowd exiting a theater will be missing. Some would be walking in slow motion. Some would look petrified. At least that's what happened in the theater I went to. Not a single soul was talking after the movie, probably because what everyone saw on screen was not fiction, but a semi-biography of his/her own life. In fact, the normally rowdiest gang in a theatre (ie my friends and I) that is uber vocal at the end of a film left the theater in pin drop silence. The first thing we said to each other - 'Aamir Bhai has done it again..'

Indeed, Aamir Khan had done it again. I have a gut feeling that Taare would change people like no other movie has previously done.

I know only Aamir can make a film like Taare. But let us assume he did not make it (dream on!). What would the film have been like?

If Karan Johar made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Shah Rukh Khan as the arts teacher (duh duh duh!!).
* Aryan Khan as the dyslexic child (even if he could not act for nuts).
* Rani Mukerjee as the kid's mom (assuming Kajol is unavailable).
* Abhishek Bachchan as the kid's dad.
* Amitabh Bachchan as the school principal (who cares if the role is ultra minute, he can afford it).
* It would be shot in New York to appeal to the NRI audience.
* The story line would obviously be different. SRK would fall for the dyslexic kid's mom. The last scene would have the mom running to the teacher rather than the kid. And again, like in so many other movies, SRK would get someone else's girl.
* It would have one dance number.
* The film would be titled 'Kuch Taare Zameen Par.'

If Sanjay Leela Bhansali made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Salman as the teacher.
* Rani as the mother.
* Of course the whole film would be shot on elaborate sets. The school would be nothing short of Harvard University.
* An orchestra would play every time anyone cried.
* Slow motion, different camera angles for every scene.
* The school uniforms would match the classroom walls even though that does not make a f***ing difference.
* The film would cost 60 crores.

If Farah Khan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* SRK as the teacher (yawn).
* In the original Taare, Aamir makes an entry at the interval point. In Farah's version, SRK would be on screen on for 2.30 hrs out of the 2.45 hrs and would be introduced in the first scene itself.
* The story would be changed to make sure the above happened. The focus of the film would be a teacher who helps a kid fight dyslexia.
* To make it a complete entertainer, there would be a romantic angle, comedy, and action thrown in. Oh idea!! Nikumbh's character likes another teacher and the kiddo helps him.. throw in some comedy moments there and you have romance and comedy settled. For action.. hmm.. lemme see.. oh yah, the kid gets kidnapped and the teacher fights the baddies to save him. Wow!! I'm quite an imaginative writer. I can see how Farah can write a film from scratch in two weeks straight.
* The film posters would have a big SRK with the tiny image of the kid in the background.

If Rakesh Roshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Hrithik Roshan as the teacher.
* Since Rakesh Roshan cannot think beyond science fiction these days, this film would have that too. Instead of dyslexia, the kid would have alienositis or something, a condition induced due to him witnessing an alien abduction.
* Instead of Nikumbh being an arts teacher, he would be a physics teacher, and instead of asking kids to be creative, he would ask them to challenge the science we know.
* In the scene where Nikumbh asks the kids to open their minds and make whatever they want outdoors, the kid Ishaan, instead of making a boat, would end up making a working spaceship prototype.
* Nikumbh would cure the kids problem by making a full fledged version of the kid's prototype, traveling to the alien planet, and asking them to give the kid his powers back..
* The film would have music by Rajesh Roshan ripped off from some world music.
* The film's name would again start with a K.. probably 'Kuch Aliens Taaron se Zameen Par'.
* The director would make sure Hrithik gets to show all his abilities. This would mean a scene with Roshan jr flexing his muscles, and a dance competition in the end, instead of an arts competition.

If Priyadarshan made Taare

Obvious starcast:

* Akshay Kumar as the teacher.
* Paresh Rawal as the kid's dad.
* It would be a brainless comedy. The kid's dyslexia would be made fun of. Half the times the parents will be running after the kid from one room to the other and that, in the director's opinion, would be funny.
* The film will be full of sex jokes. So for example, when Akshay would come to the parents telling them that their son has dyslexia, the ignorant father would say something inappropriate like 'iss umar mein? par kaise, woh to hamesha boys school mein padha hai!'. And yes, the director would think it is funny.
* In the climax of the film all the characters in the film would run around in the amphitheater for no reason, spilling colors on each other. That's where the film will end, without any logical conclusion.
* And of course, Paresh Rawal would emote like an epileptic himself making us question the boy's mental abilities anyway.

In loving memory of somebody who wrote it ( I don't know who he/she is, it was forwarded as a mail but I find it worth a dekkho )

Fickle bodied ???

It sometimes amazes me how unwise I am. Or is it equally difficult for everyone ? You spend more than 17 initial years of your life preparing for something with single motive of earning money and then one day, it doesn't matter anymore. Suddenly a strange feeling of satisfying your creative self takes over and it doesn't matter how much you are earning thereafter. Even though you know that its money instead of this stupid feeling that will fetch you food when you are hungry in the end.

Your sanity speaks to stick to something that brings in more money but for how long will you be able to suppress that feeling within. You understand the power of money, the way it can bring you down on your knees, the way it can break your spine but its satisfaction that matters after all, isn't it. Whom should I listen to, the mind which speaks the language of money or the heart which yearns for satisfaction of self. Its time I devise a middle path or you tell me if you have dreaded along the same lines before.

The tussle inside,
its tearing me apart.
Maybe I don't know,
what to do
Maybe I try so hard.

Flirt Quotient

Now this is something unique, a scale to measure how good your flirting skills are, thanks to Soup and thanks to Umang for convincing me to post the result over here.

To find out your flirtatious style, log on to:

http://in.promos.yahoo.com/bru/flirt_quotient.php

*Oye are they supposed to pay me for the advertisement I am doing on my blog*

Anyways, here's the result but I don't know how good or true it is, any girl interested in testing ?? Darn, I already started it:

MOCHALISCIOUS FLIRT Seductive. Naughty. You're like the Mocha Flavour of Bru Cappuccino. You exemplify the rich full-bodied chocolate flavour with the right amount of caffeine intoxication.Flirting to you is second nature. You're a predator in the game of flirting. You're straightforward in your approach and don't wait around for the occasion to arise. You create them! You take charge of situations using more actions than words. You are confident and it shows in the way you carry yourself as well as your mannerisms. You are definitely an eye-turner and have this energy that excites and draws the others closer!

Ab dilli door nahi

I'm going home, to the place where I belong... thoda sa late ho gya post karne mein...am already here, yippeeeee :D

Found some, wrote some

1. If an object is not in motion, it will remain there.

2. For every action, there is a painful loss of energy.

3. Energy and mass can't be destroyed but can be wasted.

4. Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation.

5. Any body in motion will tend to remain in motion until solid matter intervenes suddenly.

6. All principles of gravity are negated by fear.

7. As speed increases, objects can be in several places at once.

8. For every vengeance there is an equal and opposite revengeance.

BEP Revisited

Oct 16, Bangalore. Tuesday evening, a rugged ground on the swanky outskirts of Bangalore is getting swashed by hip youngsters, dressed at their best. The atmosphere is energetic and mood cheerful, to welcome a Hip hop group from LA California on their maiden voyage to India. Yes, a band is about to perform in a couple of minutes (Indian Stretchable Time, mind it) at this venue called Palace Grounds.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome, The Black Eyed Peas...

For those who are unaware of this name, it’s a band which has infused elements of Pop, Rock, House and Electronic to usher hip hop into a new era and take it to the wider masses. The band consists of Will-i-am, apl.de.ap, Taboo and Fergie and has already won 3 Grammies in 4 years of their existence as a professional venture.

The gates are thrown open at 6:30 pm, a good one hour late from the destined time and people start pouring in from all directions. The stage is set and the crowd is getting eager to get face to face with something they have been watching and following on television for this long. The author finds himself a location merely 5-6 feet away from the stage, thanks to his early bird antics. One hour more and the crowd is already on its toes, shouting, a bit of cursing and the stage suddenly shimmers under the blemishes of white light. The deep tone of bass boomed marked the arrival of BEP.

It all started with Hey Mama and moved on to Don't phunk with my heart, My Humps, Pump it, Don't lie and the very melodious Where is the love interlaced with the solo performances by Will-i-am (I got it from my mama, sizzling track and snuggest of random rap) and Fergie (London Bridge, Fergilicious and the very famous Big girls don't cry). Apl.de.ap went back to his Philippine roots with Bebot which was duly appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed by the crowd. Taboo and Apl.de.ap displayed their bboying prowess and revved up the tempo.

A brief stint by rain couldn't act as spoilsport as the ticket amount was too much to be wasted because of a drizzle, kidding. The deadly combination of great music, electrifying lighting and a hot-bod Fergie was enough to keep the crowd hold to their ground. One last announcement, BEP will continue to make music and produce albums irrespective of the solo careers of the band members.

Sneak peak time, courtesy advancements in technology of mobile phones:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=339014848295300231&hl=en http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubfIUvPTbn8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fejncq7h-7s
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIdsTBeNoE0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EuYJ1wzQjA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MAUgT96Dts
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcLaJalSSiY

The party continued till the wee hours but the meaning of wee hours is a bit different in Bangalore.

Talk like a localaa

Ten commandments:

1. Thou shall add "aa" after every word
eg. movieaa, waita

2. Thou shall make extensive use of "like anything"
eg. They'll drive like anything

3. Thou shall not discriminate between "t" and "th"
eg. Lalita==Lalitha

4. Thou shall use "come back again" instead of "repeat"
eg. Please come back again

5. Thou shall repeat words at your will
eg. what what what, yup yup yup

6. Thou shall acknowledge everything with "that's what"
eg. A: That place is not a good place to go
B: Yeah, that's what.

7. Thou shall end up every sentence with a da,pa,ma
eg. wussup da !

8. Thou shall use "ya" as if its a part of the word "what"
eg. what ya, what's happening ?

9. Thou shall use "na, no" profoundly
eg. I told you no, you love me no.

10.Thou shall consider all other languages inferior to yours
No comments, no examples.

Paradigm shift

Yes, I know and agree that the new theme doesn't match or suit the contents but does this signify something ? Yes, it does, in the sense that I have been observing some changes in me lately. The usual sadness is giving way to happiness, without any specific reasons. Maybe I've got tired of it but will it persist too and if yes, for how long ? Will I transform back to usual self, who knows. Because nothing remains constant but change itself.

But till then, let the good times roll...

Red hot chili peppers

Chilly chilly burning so bright

red and green giving me a fright

I wonder why you are steaming so hot

seething with what thoughts I know not..

Courtesy-Umang (umangexuberance)

Dissection

I don't know the key to success but the key to failure is trying to please everybody. But on a second thought, can trying not to please anyone lead to failure again ?

In Indian scenario where performance is considered secondary to 'Balls Licking', does this statement still holds true and if its not universally applicable, should it be considered a statement at all. After all, facts are facts only if they are facts everywhere.

Now, is that also true ? A fact can be a fact somewhere but may not be correct under different set of circumstances or conditions prevailing. So what is the definition of a fact. Should we divide them into "Universally Applicable Sayings" and "Locally Applicable Sayings".

Now how to define a scope or boundary to demarcate a local from a universal. Should a single violation of applicability reduce a fact or saying to a locally applicable one ? Moreover what should be the judgement criterion for checking its applicability. Who is going to define them ???

The weekend tale

Its time for something off the league. Last weekend was an XL one, courtesy me working on Saturdays for last couple of weeks. It started on Wednesday, yes, I know, yippee. But its not as rosy'n fun as it sounds as all the friends had to attend their corresponding offices. So sleeping, eating and watching TV, all the way to Friday night, yeah, lame but couldn't think of anything else.

Comes Friday night and off to a drive on the bike, first to a friend's house but "Sir" is busy and so is everybody else. What next ? Drive alone ?? OK....a quick dash to the MG Road and Man ! Loved the weather !! But while returning, the bike stops in the middle of the road, lots of kicks but it won't budge, checked the fuel, everything seems good, still. Good weather, empty roads, everything fades away with the sweat sweated away in the attempt to start it. Anyways, after some wasted time and frustration, it starts somehow. Meanwhile something else happened as well which will be continuing till next day but I won't be mentioning it here. It was a story in itself so might make it a separate post.

So, after all the hassles,back to house and off to bed, Friday night is over. Saturday morning started a bit earlier than expected, thanks to the linked incident which started last night and ended in the evening. Anyways, everything was planned for Saturday, thankfully. First to shopping and then to a movie at night "The Invasion" starring Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman. The star cast sounds impressive but trust me, movie isn't. Sounds like a weekend gone bad, not really. A friend suggests a restaurant named "Paparazzi", funky eh ?

Starts part post interval, call it, let the good times roll....the place is uber cool, a lounge on 10th floor with great view of the whole city at night. There is a sense of high-society feel to it. Great ambiance, great music with good food to boot and I'm already loving it. Tried some dishes with names never heard before, can't pronounce them even now but all in all, they were good. The dinner is done with some great chat over the food and time to head back to home.

Sunday is all about getting up late, lazying around, ordering food, some home chores, Oh yes ! bachelors baby ! some TV and whole Sunday is gone. Now what, preparing self for Monday Morning Blues which would stretch till next Friday comes. Good Night then....

New kid on the Blog

http://pulkitpopli.blogspot.com/

Global Warming..

A picture is worth a thousand words !!

Duh...

Beauty fades, dumb is forever ......

Black

This is not mine but this definately belongs to me, painful yet adorable....

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
and all I taught her was everything
I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear Oh,
and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can,
drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
I know someday
you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why Why Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine