The unspoken

Some words are unspoken
As ineffable is the joy
If you seek to find meaning
Look into the bearer's eye
When words fail to stand by you
Your tears cannot lie

Some words are unspoken
As the parlance stymies your try
The misunderstanding, the distress and the confusion
Leaves you high and dry
That others you trusted cannot fathom
And you founder to find out why

Some words are unspoken
As there is no shoulder to cry
There is no dearth of people around you
But a friendly hand is not nearby
Such words cause a wistful desire
But fade away as time goes by

Some words are unspoken
As the listener has kissed you goodbye
No money no power can restitute
No divine intervention can try
Such words remain with you lifelong
Until when you die

Don don don

Yea I know everybody has watched it or read the reviews by now. But I-have-an-opinion and I will blog it too!
First things first. To enjoy the movie dont make any comparisons with the classic AB don. Only AB can carry two contrasting characters of Vijay and Don with poise - no sorry Shahrukh but you cant, you dint. I personally being a fan of AB movies of the 70s era find any imitation of his burlesque. Another point to enjoy is to have a short term memory just like the director. He has made the difference between the 2 characters so barely discerning that you tend to presume Don is Vijay or Vijay is Don. Another thing is dont expect an intricate plot, rather dont expect a plot. Characters are poorly developed and thrown at random on the viewer. And lastly dont go by the name - nobody in the movie comes close to being called a don. The most outrageous one is Singhania ofcourse who is supposed to be Don's Godfather. But a noble lesson that I learned from the movie is that girls have access to the most intimidating dons even when the hapless police are baffled by them time and again! Dawood Ibrahim, here I come...
No that doesnt mean I did not enjoy the movie. The best part of the movie is the climax, well no kidding. Also the background score adds to its appeal. Shahrukh looks the most impressive in his I-am-Don I-care-a-damn I-am-cool disposition in the fisrt half. I simply adored his dialogue - 'Romantic baatein mujhe boring lagti hai'. Probably because of my predilection towards men on screen who have the gumption to say that and condone a sexy babe (a la Client Eastwood in his many movies). While talking of such babes - Kareena manages to look her fattiest best - the way she shakes her heavy frame in ye mera dil only makes you wonder why the roof dint fall! But Priyanka looks svelte with oomphs and oodles. Yea yea I know she is sexy and I hate her. Well dint I tell you that I hate sexy girls! Nevertheless, Shahrukh as Don is by far very impressive as compared to the underplayed Vijay whose character was very poorly developed by the director. Worth a dekho for the miniscule antics of Shahrukh and the climax.

Sometimes somedays

Sometimes I wish the stars fall by,
I pick them up and quietly pass by.

Sometimes I wish the summer dust settle in mild shower,
And disseminate the earth's fragrance in marigold flower

Sometimes I wish I climb up the everest peak,
Spread my arms and feel the zephyr creak

Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand,
Banish all misery with sleight of hand

Sometimes I wish I clear the evil around
All the vices and malevolence bury in ground

Sometimes I wish I close my eye,
When I open again in my arms you lie.

The God is back!

Yeah!
Score - 141
Balls - 148
fours - 13
sixes - 5

Leaves everyone spellbound!
All those who had written obituaries of his cricketing career eat their own words yet again!
He is undoubtedly the god of all things in cricket!

Hmm...

You know you are growing old when -

* You have officially, legally, formally crossed the wronger than wrong side of twenties.
* You are one of the seniormost members of your team, the other senior member is your 40 yr old manager.
* The no of guys proposing you in the last 2 years was ...amm..hmm..ahem..umm..
* The last time a guy whistled at you was...amm..ummm..ehhh..ohh...
* Well you care a damn that the integration of the above 2 equations approaches zero.
* Most of the people around you are atleast 2 yrs younger than you.
* People call you aunty. (This does not include Nishit as he is the only person entitled to do so, so far....)
* When you have a same sex get together you tend not to discuss men but just one man.
* You wear the same t-shirt and jeans every second day and to the office despite having your wardrobe seemingly full.
* It makes you look jhalli or atleast your bf tells so but you are unruffled.
* Increasing weight does not quite affect you.
* You take more interviews than what you have given in your lifetime.
* Exam, what exam ?
* Books, what books ? yawwwn
* You have exactly 4 and a half white hair on your head. It has been long since you've stopped noticing them or their new siblings.
* Most of your school friends are now mother of 2 kids.
* You move towards philosophy - learn to accept things and do not crib. It's a part of growing up!
* When you ruminate about your demeanor in some indicents in the past you get embarrassed and conclude that you were puerile then.
* You are more sympathetic towards old people than what you were before.
* You no longer like romantic mushy movies and would rather settle for some art or comedy movie.
* Whenever you bump upon an aquaintance it takes you some time before you map whether you know him from your school/ be/ mtech/ job days.
* When you think people celebrating valentine's day is silly.
* When Shahrukh's movies make you puke.
* When you need to consult your kid brother to buy a new tshirt and the one he tells you to buy you think is too bold.
* The last time you applied make up while going out was ..gulp
* Your concept of makeup kit consists of one box of nivea cream and one talcum powder.
* You have 6 pairs of sandals (out of which 2 are brand new) but you always wear your flat floaters.
* When people fighting over newsgroups only evokes one reaction from you - grow up!
* When you go to a mall to buy some clothes, you feel like you are like alice in wonderland with all weird clothes around - you will feel ashamed to wear even in your swimming pool.
* A lot of your male college friends are balding.
* When all the new heroines look the same to you.
* When tennis stars, miss indias, new cricketers, heroines, models, are younger than you.
* People whom you grew up admiring are in the twilight of their careers.
* You write blogs like this.

Some things I love

* Reading blogs of friends
* A shower after the gym
* Sabudana khichdi
* MLTR - 25 Minutes
* White butter
* Scripting languages
* Impulsive shopping in a sale
* GNR - November Rain
* Stone cold guys in movies a la Client Eastwood (El Bruno..) and Johnny Depp (Pirates..-I)
* Giving demonstrations of my culinary skills at home
* Listening to songs in infinite loop
* Applying mehendi to my hair on Sundays
* Caring friends
* Strong-at-heart people
* GNR - Sweet child o mine
* Preparing a full meal
* Applying Lipstick
* Reading a long email
* Bheege hoth tere (Murder)
* VRCE gang get togethers (yeah I hate being the target though :( )
* Flat floaters
* A good manager
* The all girlie mehfils at home discussing the man in your life
* The stretches and abs taught by my gym instructor
* Long bike rides on traffic free roads as a pillon rider
* Honest people. (may their tribe increase!)
* Preparing a things to do list
* People working despite the rotten system (a la Chandrashekar the ex-Commisioner of Ngp who changed the face of Ngp)
* Dance like noone's watching
* Vising VNIT and talking to Moghe sir when in Nagpur
* Amitabh movies from the 70s era
* An unexpected call from a long lost friend
* The irrepressible happiness on the face of friends after marrying their loved ones (a la Meghana)
* Watching videos of songs
* Steffi Graf
* Sleeping on my mom's lap
* Watching old photos
* Skirts
* Cloudy sky with lots of wind
* Pani puri
* Anshu applying mehendi on my hand
* Listening to love stories of friends
* Outings with the IITK gang (esp the Antakshiri and Dumb Cs)
* My family
* Watching the first rain after summer
* Reading a paper
* A freebie won
* Shady's monkey business
* Women of substance (kinda Indira Nooyi, Kajol, etc)
* Chatting with mom at home
* India winning a rare medal in Olympics
* Creating a neat UI
* Wearing a saree on rare ocassions ofcourse!
* Listening to people sing (as I cant :( )
* Nagpur roads
* Mango shake
* Shopping for home
* Rahul Dravid
* Long hair
* Festivals esp the food
* Shahrukh Khan in DDLJ
* Weekend sleeps without the alarm
* Atlas Shrugged (couldnt help but mention again)
* A free T-shirt
* A Smile
* A warm hug
* Shady

Omkara

I finally relented and succumbed to the pressure and went for a 10 pm Omkara show yesterday. I was wrongly presuming Omkara to be a tear-jerking loser's story which would leave me fuming in the end. Yeah it has a tragic end but perhaps since I knew it beforehand I was quite prepared for it! And yes Omkara lives upto all the rave reviews it has fetched. The clear winner is definitely Saif Ali Khan who looks very convincing in his role of the wily Langda Tyaagi. He mumbles all those expletives with ease and dons a look that resembles a UP thug the most. Kareena Kapoor manages to look ethereal and somehow I feel whenever she tones down her make up she has the capability to weave magic. Ajay Devgun is his normal self with the silent intense look. Konkana Sen is one lady who can perform any role with aplomb. She looks as rustic as her husband-in-the-movie Saif. After seeing her 15th Park Avenue and many other movies I have no doubt about her histrionics. The director has done a wonderful job too with the sets and the extras all looking like straight out of UP. And yes all those gaalis in chaste hindi were difficult to fathom. But ont thing I failed to empathize in the movie was the jealousy factor of Omkara in the movie. He did not seem to have definite reason to commit the heinous crime. I feel there should have been more reasons for Omkara to cast aspersions on his beloved's character and to label her as infidel. Nevertheless a must watch movie.

Chronicles of Elizia

1. Some things never change : Like the smile on your face upon nearing your hometown and the heaviness of heart when you have to leave it.
2. Home alone : After having a year of rocking time with roomies Sampada, Meghana, Deepa and Vaishali it's time for everyone else to move to their respective lives. Nevertheless I'd cherish the moments of non-stop boisterous laughter on the silliest possible jokes, the marathi speaking training, the movies on laptops, the marriage preparations and discussions, the Ayn Rand fan club, the elaborate mehendi sessions and the typical women talk that all men are alike they squander money they are least bothered and they are uber cool and care a damn when they should.
3. I love gyming : Weighloss or no weightloss I am in love with the office gym. It enlivens me after a hectic day.
4. Sabke baaratein aayi : Close friends around me are beginning to move to the second phase of one's life.
5. I have a dream : Someday I want to construct an old-age home for the aged people. When a person falls sick at a young age he generally has his family to fall back upon and to take care of him but the old people are abandoned to deal with their decrepitude on their own. It baffles me sometimes how people dump their very own parents. I dream to provide a shelter to such senile people.
6. Who is John Galt ? Yes, I am deep into Ayn Rand's another magnum opus 'The Atlas Shrugged'. I share a love hate relationship with her protagonists. I loathe them as I fail to fathom their whims and fancies - I cant apprehend why a lady should annihilate the professional path of the very man she loves and sleep with his rivals, a la The Fountainhead. But I secretly love her characters for what they are. Dagny Taggart is my latest obsession.

K(c)rrrri(a)ssshhhh

So after reading all those rave reviews of Krish being phenomenal and unprecedental, I decided to check it out myself. And how did I find it ? Umm..ahh err the mask was indeed sexy and Hrithik did manage to look Adonis the greek hunk God in some of the scenes and the swashbuckling jumps did bring out the kid inside me and made me clap! But I dint want my superman to be wussy. I would have relished some more earth-saving histrionics from the macho man rather than see him wasted delivering mushy dialogues and leaving his hometown for the heck of a girl who dint even love him .. arghh .. bollywood will be bollywood afterall!

We the living

I have finally completed it. It ended on a sombre note but there are several insuperable moments in it. It is the story of a young girl Kira and the people around her on the backdrop of the communist wave that swept Russia at the beginning of the twentieth century. One thing that evinces clearly from this novel is Ayn Rand's strong disapproval of Communism. Through Kira she tells us ' dont you know there are things in the best of us which no outside hand should dare to touch. ' The conversation between Andrei Taganov and Kira when they meet at the university is classic and so is the one when she finally confronts him about the 'truth'. The description of Kira attempting to cross the border is another acme of the narrative. The scene when she calls out for her lover Leo that would have been had he been there is quite poignant. Irina's talk to Kira when the last time she meets her is also beautifully knitted. Irina says '..There's your life you begin it feeling that its something so precious and rare so beautiful that its like a sacred treasure and now it's over it doesnt make a difference to anyone, and its not they they are indifferent its just that they dont know, they dont know what it means the treasure of mine ...' In the end Ayn Rand makes one point clear - we the living, the life, the individual, the self-esteem, the values are much above anything else.
While reading the novel I couldnt help but underline one thing about the strife ridden Russia. In Russia, the czar's atrocities led to the communist thinking and his subsequent dethroning. This was not wrong. But what was wrong was the fiendishness in dealing with wealth owners of yesterday - the factory owners, the aristocrats and the counter revolutionaries. Two wrongs dont make a right. Something similar has been brewing up back home too.

Wo / man of substance

Two things. Both very different but moved me in the past few days. First I am reading Ayn Rand's We the living these days. Although I dint quite like her more famous novel Fountainhead, there is something that I cannot deny - her very strong potrayal of characters. I just love the way her characters are so strong and determined in their lives. Be it Howard Roark or Kira Argounova they have an indepedent spirit and an unwavering determination and they both refuse to be cast into moulds and follow their own unbeaten path.
Second. I watched Fanaa yday. The script was pathetic and the movie ludicrous. But Kajol was looking fresh. Her smile still remains as 100 watts as it was a few years ago. I have always surreptitiously admired the way Kajol has carried herself vis-a-vis her relationship with Ajay Devgun. She was the queen of tinsel town when she decided to call it quits give it all for a marriage and a family. Ajay Devgun then was a mere struggling actor. (I believe he has proved himself after his marriage throgh his superlative performaces in movies like Shaheed Bhagat Singh and the like.) It really takes gumption to shy away fame and fortune at the peak of your career and take hard-headed decisions. She took one and it in a way bode well for her. Hats off to the lady!

Pallavi's quote

In Kanpur Pallavi had a poster of Swami Vivekananda on her desk in the lab with a message -
'Great minds discuss ideas, mediocre minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.
Somehow I just remembered it today and felt like reiterating it.

Orange juice, butter milk and mango icecream

TGIF and I'm already in the mood. I suddenly realized that for quite some time I have been following this schedule - orange juice and idlis in the morning, butter milk in the afternoon, egg patis in the evening, khichdi at night, Veg crunchie pizaa whenever I go to Pizza Corner, mango icecream when I go to Corner House, PVR whenever I want to watch a movie, poha whenever we roomies prepare breakfast at home, papad whenever I prepare dinner, the same playlist whenever I switch on my headphones, 12 to 8 sleep on the weekdays, the same hush rush to catch the cab in the morn at 8.30, calling up parents every night talking the same things, the same old orkut whenever I want to pass some time online, the same set of friends whenever I want of freak out, the same leg pullings (esp in the VRCE gang) whenever we meet, the same questions kaam kaisa chal raha hai shaadi kab kar rahi/raha hai whenever I speak to a distant friend, the same rush at 10 p.m to get back home, and so on. Not that I am complaining but let me try change the mango icecream with cool casatta sometime!

After life

I had a dream last night in which I died. After that I was taken to room full of fleecy silvery clouds. From a huge magnificent doorway God appeared and He asked me to choose one defining moment out of my entire life in which I would like to be frozen till eternity. And I patly replied that I want to be frozen in the moment in which I was surrounded by loved ones people whom I love and people who love me. And then I could see heart shaped red balloons and my loved ones. And then even in my sleep I felt so blessed and so happy that it felt like a paradise within paradise. I know it was a dream and I also do not beleive in after life. But when I woke up I knew one thing - the exhilaration of being surrounded by love was not a dream, it was real. Life is too short to requite and bestow love upon your near and dear ones, your friends, your family, your relationships. And you would never get a chance to be frozen till eternity after life with them. Hence always remember to tell them that you love them, care for them, do things for them, forgive them and try never hurt them.

Humesha tumko chaha

So when you have lots of work to be done but are dependent upon others before the thing gets wrapped up what do you expect to do - yeah blog!
So after a long time I grabbed some hindi songs to be played on my headphones notably from movies of recent past. I'm listening to 2 songs of Devdas in infinite loop right now - Humesha Tumko chaha and Silsila ye chahat ka. Talking of Devdas, I detest it downrightly. I didnt watch the movie in theatre but was forced to watch it once while traveling from Pune to Nagpur by bus. I hate the loser attitude so shamelessly glorified in the movie in the name of love. I beleive that love is much more than simply make a fool out of yourself. I also hate the mountain like ego the two had and the circumstances which led to Paro's marriage. And more than that I hate bacchanalia that Devdas indulges into after losing Paro. Jeez..Grow up! Imagine a 30 yr old strapping man overnight turns boozehound and debilitates himself and finally loses his life for what he thinks is love. I need a break! Nevertheless the songs of the movie are quite refreshing. I especially like Humesha tumko chaha. Shreya Ghoshal has done complete justice to the number. It smells of guileless, unconditional love that refuses to die down in your soul despite all odds for which you are ready to abdicate all worldly pleasures. Listen to the lines woh har ek pal mein dil mein samaye mein le jaa rahi hun and the haunting lines aur chaha chaha chaha bus chaha chaha chaha. They come as a stark contrast to the one night stands and the dumping of bfs/gfs for 'better' prospects that happens so rampantly these days. The love in the song so austere and so immaculate that it moves my heart. The lines O preetam o preetam bina tere mere is jivan mein kuch bhi nahi mean so much. Oh wait..now this is what you call double standards ;)!

Shades of wisdom

There are 2 kinds of people on this earth - those who only talk about their problems create a rumpus and ho hallah to gain sympathy and those who never talk about their problems cogitate over resolving them silently and work on them. I want to be a part of the latter.

Sleight of hand

The best thing that I like about weekends is the small 'walk to remember' that I have in the park nearby. If in Blore you just want to spend your time sitting back relaxed in the bosom of the soil watching the sun and the stars then you need to do a reality check. The malls are so disgustingly overcrowded that the air becomes fraught the whiff of your neighbor's sweat. Add to that the traffic is so maddening for the poor roads to withstand that you sometimes wish you had wings! Nevertheless there is a small park near my abode which brings me closer to nature and give me time to relax and indulge in some pschyobabble. During one such walks last weekend I was ruminating over the key to happiness in a person's life. After a few sessions of deliberations in my mind I came to the conclusion that the secret lies in your hand - literally! Many a times in life we cling upon people, desires, thoughts, dreams, relationships, friendships for our survival and hang onto them as our liberator and hold them tight with our fists closed. Failure or separation from our so called liberators is very difficult to come to terms with when our fists are closed. I see it as a rope in our hand which we think would end in bliss and if the rope is stretched a bit too far or is pulled away from us and we tightly cling upon it, it would only result in bleeding of our hands. I'm not advocating not having dreams, desires, relationships, friendships for they form an important part of our existance and distinguish us from machines. But hold the rope lightly in your hand. Enjoy the time when you have the rope in your hand as a blessing. Remember nothing lasts forever. Let go of things. The key to happiness lies in the sleight of your hands.

Kal aaj aur kal

I was reading an article in the Times today which talked about celebrity parents. The article talked about lavish treatments of new born babies by their superstar moms ranging from Madonna to Britney to our very own Madhuri and Kajol. All the moms were beaming after giving birth to their children and were unduly showering them with extravagance and attention. Cut to real life too I see examples of doting parents derieving pleasure in watching their younger counter parts grow. It's a common sight to see parents sporting their child's photo on the computer desktop. Probably my parents too were delighted in watching me grow up and hence had my photo enlarged in their album albeit not in my dad's office. Most of the celebrity moms jeopardized their careers to take up full time motherhood (ok atleast a few were in the peak of the careers like Kajol.) That makes me think do children return the love and care showered upon them by their parents ? We see so many examples in our family or in the neighborhood where old parents are abandoned to deal alone with their decrepitude. Do you have your dad's photo on your desktop ? Do you take his videos and stealthily watch it just to be close to him even at workplace ? Would you take a break in your career to take care of your ill mom ? Would you sacrifice a good dress for yourself in exchange of a good saree for your mom ? Do you remember your parents' birthdays and save your salary for months to get them what they've longed for ? Would you hestitate in washing your mother's vomitting if she falls sick and remain awake by her bedside all night to comfort her ? Would they be the sole mission of your life as you had been for them ? All this sounds weird no ? Well why wasnt it weird when parents did this for us ? Isnt love about returning what we've got ? As people grow up and turn parents the focus of their life shifts to their next generation shamelessly forgetting the sacrifices of the generation gone.
' Kal ne hume humaara aaj diya hai aur kal hum us kal ko bhool kar ek naye kal ko apni zindagi maanenge ' .
Oh Lord give me all strength I dont ever want to slip and fall into this lot.

Musical chairs!

The entire office is playing musical chairs of sorts. People's cubicles are shifted next to their teammates. And in this circus I've realized the importance of my seat. There are many vying for my seat, some have threatened me, some have pleaded, some have even promised to give me a treat! Well I have no problems in moving to another place but suddenly the grass seems to be greener on this side!

Quote to quote

I was going through Orkut's (the creator of Orkut) stanford web pages. Apart from his very impressive cv and chocolate looks (he's also known as or-cute) there was something else that caught my eye - the quote on his home page. It read like this -

Sing as if no one is listening
Dance as if no one is watching
Love as you've never loved before
Live as if heaven is here on earth

Very true indeed!

My song of the day

So this forms my infinite loop for the day ;)

Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise.
This world that I found is too good to be true.
Standing here beside you, I want so much to give you this love in my heart that im feeling for you

Let them say we're crazy.
I don't care about that.
Put your hand in my hand, baby, don't ever look back.
Let the world around us just fall apart.
Maybe we can make it if we're heart to heart.
And we can build this thing together, stand in stone forever, nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers we'll still have eachother.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.
I'm so glad I found you, I'm not gonna lose you, whatever it takes to stay here with you.
Take it too the good times, see it through the bad times.
Whatever it takes is what I'm gonna do.
Let them say we're crazy.
What do they know?
Put your arms around me, baby, don't ever let go.
Let the world around us just fall apart.
Baby, we can make it if we're heart to heart.
Oh, all that I need is you.
All that I ever need.
All that I want to do is hold you forever, forever and ever.

And we can build this thing together, stand in stone forever, nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers we'll still have eachother.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.

And we can build this thing together, stand in stone forever, nothing's gonna stop us now.
And if this world runs out of lovers we'll still have eachother.
Nothing's gonna stop us, nothing's gonna stop us now.

Who am I ?

They are many who try to surmise your traits depending upon your sun sign. I never believe them. I feel that upon reading something which you think is meant to be about you, you tend to fit the author's sentences about you with your real life examples. And you finally end up believing the author. I just got one such forward now. But this one came dangerously close to describing me or perhaphs I have fallen for the trap ! Nevertheless excerpts -

The Archer woman
You see the world as it is, even through rose-tinted glasses. You tend to dream some big dreams, and sometimes, reality never hits you.
You are very independent, and have a strange aloofness to family ties. You love the feeling of protection, but do not enjoy being bossed around. You are breezy and unconventional in your relationships with men. But you are a trusting child at heart.
Your moods can be terrible, but they are rare, and they last so briefly they will hardly be noticed. When you are really hurt, your tongue can be bitterly sarcastic.

One must Know the rules when dealing with Sagittarius
Say to yourself that life is beautiful, all the time. The Archer hates to be morose.
Make personal space an important part of your relationship. The Archer craves freedom.
Be all ears. The Sagittarian needs to know that there is a shoulder to cry on, when he needs it.
Be prepared to pack your bags at a moment's notice. With the Sagittarian love for travel, you never know where you will be whisked off to!
Develop a good sense of humour, and appreciate the value of a good joke.

Beauty and Saggi
Face it - cosmetics are not your best friend. You don't race to buy the newest beauty item off the shelf. You are at your most beautiful when you grab life with both hands, and your enthusiasm rejuvenates those around you.

Careers and Saggi
You like to have fun, smiling and laughing with colleagues and feeling as if Lady Luck is on your side. You are also passionate about what you believe in and, as befits a Fire Sign, will work doggedly on your causes.

Money and Saggi
You are the luckiest Sign of the Zodiac. You love to plan ahead. It's a favourite pastime, since you always see the bright side of things. You also love to party and see the world, ever searching, scheming, and dreaming about the opportunity of a lifetime. Make that the adventure of a lifetime! You never worry about money, either, since that won't make for more.

Relationships and Saggi
Mental fireworks will surely fly in a relationship with the Archer, for nothing seems worthwhile without them. This relationship will be active and spirited, filled with adventures to faraway lands. Traveling has never been more fun than with the Archer! This enthusiasm comes with a keen sense of loyalty for a deserving partner, but the Sagittarian's lover must be careful not to make the mistake of becoming boring or possessive. If so, they'll be vanquished from the lair!

Ok ok I know this is becoming more of an ego massage than a mirror of myself !

Disclaimer : Eliza may have conviniently skipped sentences from the author's original writings on Saggi to suit her own purpose.

Haa-sil(ly)

So I finally gave up! Long since I've avoided watching Haasil and I had been able to hold on myself despite peer pressures. My reason to go against the tide - ahem nothing :D. But I finally succumbed to it on Friday.(Ok, wait I dint succumb completely as I watched it half by half on 2 consecutive days.) But I must admit even before watching the movie I knew the dialogues by heart (courtesy the iitk gang in general and one mister shady in particular.) And the movie dint turn out as silly as I thought it would be - probably the hooplah and the learned dialogues played a crucial role in my climbdown. But hats off to Irfaan Khan - I like artists. Tumko yaad rakhenge guru hum !

Desperate 'non' Housewife

Samapada is in blore for a few days before she shunts back to US again and with her she has got something which I've been desperately waiting for - more episodes of the American soap opera 'Desperate Housewives'. I like to watch this angrezi masala melodrama about the lives of people in the neighborhood. The best part about it is the narration of the events and the inline comments by a dead lady. Infact I just love the comments and at times they are indeed thought provoking. Sample - Why do we always discriminate people as the good and the bad - this is because we hate to admit that the good and the bad parts can actually co-exist. Another touching one was about fathers in the world - how they do things that get unnoticed by us. Hmm.. I'm now waiting for tonight to watch more episodes.

I'm back

I'm back from home after an unusually eventful trip. We changed our house and making the new house arrangements kept me busy all the time. It was fun to play the third umpire and veto the placement of furniture. It was also fun to do all the cleaning and dusting and scrubbing of the floors. It was more fun to go on the morning jog with Juhi, pull Abu's ears for not studying and spend afternoons gossiping with mom. But the best part was eating hot chapatis with white butter and masala baigan vegetable!

Going home...

I have a lot of unfinished tasks to complete but since the past few days I am not feeling like doing anything at all. Dont know whether this indolence is interrelated with my release getting over or with the realization that I would be home in a few days. Yeah, I am going home after a long time and I am very much looking forward to the much needed break. Lots of epics have happened in my life since my last visit - things that I hate to recapitulate. Also once again I am basking in solitude and looking for things to keep me busy in the weekend. Generally I witness a lot of hustle and bustle in the weekends. My week was quiet too this time except for a VRCE get together yesterday for Bala's 'Team A' birthday bash. I am bored beyond doubt today and I need to find out something to do to fight tedium in the coming weekend too. My roommate would also not be at home and so the plot thickens. May be my anxiety to get home is making the wait miserable. Things I can do to make myself busy -
* Come to the office - yeah and debug my code
* Go shopping - yeah I am going home and I hate to go empty handed
* Meet Anshu and Pallavi - yeah long since I've had a hearty chat
* Meet aunty - she would be surprised to watch me on a sunday back to back.
* Go to Meghana's place - and eat the chocs rupesh has got
* Read a novel - will need to dig Samapada's cupboard :d
* Pack my bag - wednesday is not far away!
* Watch crash - Yeah I am all alone but it would be a different experience :)
* Sleep - ahem lets see
* Call up people throughout the day - and bloat my bill
* Clean up the house - I am not so gharelu :(
* Indulge into extravagant cooking - but cooking only for oneself gets boring at times na :(
* Draw sketches - yeah long ago I had bought myself a book
* Get shady's guitar and and have a jamming session - ahem ah err
* Look for books - abu might need some at home
* Read C/C++/Perl/Java etc - not my types :(

Chalo time to catch the cab! Happy weekend folks! Hope this week ends soon ;)

Some things I hate

Last night I couldnt sleep due to mosquitos providing some not so lovely music to my ears. So I started thinking on things that annoy me the most and that make my blood boil (apart from mosquitos ofcourse). Here I come up wih my list -

* A woman being raped. A rapist.
* Me knowing I cant help.
* Bangalore Traffic.
* A stomach upset.
* 47 degree centigrade temperatures.
* Indian Politicians.
* Pretensions.
* Jallianwala Bagh massacre.
* Ekta Kapoor's nonsense k-sagas.
* People mailing trash on newsgroups .
* Sleepless nights.
* Negligent doctors.
* Patients wrongly blaming doctors for a death.
* People smoking at public places.
* Bollywood idiotic movies wasting positive artists.
* Bollywood idiotic heros/heroines wasting positive scripts.
* Me positively watching movies containing the above 2.
* Old age.
* Show offs.
* Unavailable railway reservation when I want to go home.
* Terrorists killing innocent people.
* People talking behind your back.
* Abu Ghraib prison and many such other barbaric places of western torture.
* People not writing good documentation for their code.
* The hubris of the western world.
* spams.
* People taking dowry and killing daughter-in-laws.
* Harrassing daughter-in-laws / mother-in-laws.
* Boys/girls wasting their time over not interested girls/boys.
* Rampant corruption.
* Office lunch.
* Indian cricket team losing to Pak (if at all :D)
* Jealousy.
* Death.
* Rain when I need to get back to my house at 10 p.m.
* Dirty loos.
* People talking only about themselves.
* My computer security marks :D
* Companies delaying joining of freshers due to recession.
* Inefficent police and subsequently tainted judiciary.
* Sluggish dial up net access.
* Pestering land lords.
* Time's fleece.
* No space for parking.
* Chatu people.
* Me getting annoyed over petty issues.

Am I high, am I ?

The day is sunny and bright,
The warmth of kindled fire gives me light,
I look outside the window and feel dew drops on snow white,
Random thoughts on my mind are very trite,
Life it seems is just alright.

The fruit I had belonged to Adam's tree,
And the panacea dissolved my misery,
It opened stairways to bliss and I flew carefree,
Is this real or mirage I see ?
May this evanescent moment freeze I plea.

Swinging trees, winds humming in its sway,
The merry dance had its play,
Green moss on stone has come to stay,
The azure ocean seems calmer far from bay,
The thin line between black and white has tinge of gray.

Can you take me farther ?
Where the sea forever embraces the sky.
Can you take me higher ?
So I see the moon pursue the earth in an endless try.
Can you take me deeper ?
To a place where no secrets pry.
Can you make me stronger ?
So that the bond does never die.

Railway Tracks

I am reading 'The Zahir' by Paulo Coelho lately. The plot deals with a man desperately hunting for his lost wife. While on his hunt he comes across the railway tracks and wonders why the distance between the two tracks is 4 feet and 8 1/2 inches. It later strikes to him that it is there because ancient Roman war carriages were of that width.(The ideal distance between 2 horses kept side by side.) The author delves further and derives a beautiful analogy from it. He says people tend to follow the same beaten path from the point of their arrival to their final destination. That makes them prisoners of their personal history. The main desideratum of people's lives is to follow a plan. They never ask if the plan was created by another person or is their brainchild. And this is when they forget their dreams. How very true ? How many of us have the courage to question what we are and why we are the who we are ? We live our lives mechanically are always in a chase be it on the career front, the personal front or on the social front. Time to take some time off the race track buddy and seek the meaning of existance and enjoy the enery of love and life that is so prevalent.

Blog slog

I attended an interesting presentation on blogs today. The speaker pointed out 2 problems with blogs -
1. Most people don’t have very much to say that’s interesting, and/or are unable to write down their ideas in a compelling and clear manner.
2. People who have most time to write have the least to say, and the people who have the most to say don’t have enough time to write it.

All this made me smile at my seat.

Haunting melodies

I was just running though my playlist to identify numbers that I play more often than the others. Then I realized I could club most of them as haunting melodies. Numbers that carry more weight and continue to hover for a longer time. There are captivating in their own way but have a sprinkle of melancholy. Here's my buzz index -

Hindi
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Awarapan Banjarapan (Jism)
Naraaz Savera Hai (Sangharsh)
Raat humaari to chaand ki saheli hai (Parineeta)
Jaane kahan gaye woh din (Mera Naam Joker)
Tujh se naraaz nahi zindagi (Masoom)
Solah baras ki (Ek duje ke liye)
Aae mere sanam (Sangam)

English
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Fade to Black (Metallica) - Undoubetdly the best!
25 minutes (MLTR)
Careless Whisper (George Michael)
Bed Of Roses (Bon Jovi)
Paranoid (Type O Negative version)
You're beautiful (James Blunt)
Wake me up when Sept ends (GreenDay)

Disclaimer : This index is created only out of the author's playlist and strictly complies with the author's taste and mood at present. For expressing any disputes you need to mail the author the song and wait for an evaluation period.

Lost and not found

I'm on a losing spree these days. Have been losing things left and right. So much so that I have to blog about it.
Things that have done the disappearing act in the past few days -
* My old mobile charger
* My chequebook
* My access card
* My comb.. sob sob
* My photographs
* My socks :((

Sweet Child O Mine

Does it ever happen to you that the only thing that you remember when you try to enlist the gist of the day is a mere song ? You could have heard the song before but one day it suddenly stikes the right chord and rings the bell in your head and you crave for listening to it again and again. I happened to hear one such overbearing song today which I'll be coerced to carry as memoirs of the sidereal day. Sweet Child o mine ! O ooo Sweet love o mine!

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go

It's gettin' exciting....

I'm reading the much acclaimed and contentious novel 'The Da Vinci Code' since the past few days everyday morning on my way to the office. For once I'm not complaining about the jams and enjoying my bumpy ride. I hate putting it down after reaching the office. I can tell you the novel is only getting more fascinating and absorbing and I am awed by the author's extensive research and knowledge.
Just read a few days ago on google answers that TDVC is the best selling novel of all time. Around 40 million copies have been sold and it has also been translated into 42 languages. Also, sony pictures is making a movie out of it starring Tom Hanks and the expected release date is May 2006. I'm eager to complete the book.