Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Mumbai

I was all pumped up,

Landing up in Mum bai;

Down from North up,

Heady with my war cry;


Day one, on the bus,

Towards a place called Ban dra;

Stuck at the red cross,

For a good two hour;


Cooked in the heat,

It couldn’t be beat;


Day two, on the local,

From north to south;

Crushed, I lost my vocal,

And how do I unmount?


Day three, on the local,

Now in the first class;

I got to use my focal;

Saw the great divide of class;


The high rise, the money cogs,

The easy life, and all that jazz;

The slums, and the slum dogs.

The will to survive, minus the razzmatazz;


The meter reading minus one,

All work, and more play;

They were honest men,

Playing the game the right way;


I was tired, but rejuvenated,

Seeing things in a different light;

In more ways than one, humbled,

I got the will to live and fight;


My war cry was back,

I began to enjoy the grind;

I found the meaning, that was lack,

It was all, I realised, in my mind.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Before Sunset

Jesse: Oh, God, why weren't you there, in Vienna?
Celine: I told you why.
Jesse: Well, I know why, I just - I wish you would have been. Our lives might have been so much different.
Celine: You think so?
Jesse: I actually do.
Celine: Maybe not. Maybe, we would have hated each other eventually.
Jesse: Oh what, like we hate each other now?
Celine: You know, maybe we're - we're only good at brief encounters, walking around in European cities in warm climate.

Jesse: I heard this story once about when the Germans were occupying Paris and they had to retreat back. They wired Notre Dame to blow, but they had to leave one guy in charge of hitting the switch. And the guy, the soldier, he couldn't do it. You know, he just sat there, knocked out by how beautiful the place was. And then when the allied troops came in, they found all the explosives just lying there and the switch unturned, and they found the same thing at Sacre Couer, Eiffel Tower. Couple other places I think...
Celine: Is that true?
Jesse: I don't know. I always liked the story, though.

[last lines]
Celine: Baby, you are gonna miss that plane.
Jesse: I know.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Seasoning

As I have grown older, I have come to know myself better. I don’t let things bother me too much. When I realise things are beyond my sphere of influence I just let go. I’ve learnt to look happy when I’m really not. I’ve learnt to take things in my stride when I actually should have revolted. I’ve learnt to move on, when things don’t work out. I’ve learn to give myself good company when I’m alone. I’ve learnt to sleep when I am not able to.
I have little wishes from time to time, and I make sure I fulfil them to keep my sanity. Small little wishes, nothing big. They keep me happy. I don’t raise my expectations too much else I’ll have nothing to keep me from smiling.
I’ve realised I’ve had very little quality social experiences. Most have been on things related to work. Or with friends who have become friends because they happened to be around most of the time. I’ve always been away from home, so I interact with my relatives only once in years. Don’t get me started about the opposite sex.
So the theory that you become half the person you are through your interactions with other people, kind of falls flat for me. Half of it is genes of course, but what about the other half? I spend my spare time watching movies, TV series, football matches and music. Sometimes I think I am a sum total of all the characters I’ve ever seen on TV or in the movies. If I am in a funny situation I imagine what Chandler would have done. If I am down I imagine Will Smith in The Pursuit of Happiness. If I am thinking shrewd I think of Brad and Clooney in Ocean’s 11. When I get stuck for no fault of mine, I think of George Costanza. When I’m thinking of having some wild fun, I think of Cosmo Kramer. So on and so forth. All these have become some part of who I am today. I always think of music to add drama to an otherwise boring and routine life. I imagine a camera panning around me as if they were shooting my life story. It works out fine. A little drama just to make things interesting.
But I’ve come to see how far away real life is from the movies. There were times when I thought I would have similar experiences like they have in the movies, ‘cause they look quite believable on the screen. But that never happened. Not even once. They just play on and on in my head. I imagine myself in those situations. I blurt out slick lines, with great music playing in the background. I do the right things, at the right time. But none has ever taken place for real.
Why can’t God just edit out the boring parts of our lives before he sends us here?

Thursday, December 25, 2008

A Flame That Died

It's been a month now. I hope no one forgets what happened a month back. This is an effort in that cause.


In case you havent seen the movie 'Aamir', please do. It's such a beautiful story told with a sincerity that is so lacking today. The story revolves around an innocent person who is torn between carrying out directions [bombings] for relegious extremists, who have held his family captive, and what is morally right. At the end he decides to take his own life for the greater good of everyone and the pointlessness of his very existence.


The lines below is my translation of the song 'Ek Lau is Tarah..' from that movie. Its such a heart wrenching song. You can download it from here.


In gathering storms,

Finding its way through,

There are so many lives,

Of these,

There is a story,

Like yours and mine,


But Allah, have mercy,

And may never a soul meet such a fate,

Why must a fragrant bloom, promising life,

Wilt before it’s his time to go,

Allah, why blow out a flame like this..

A flame so full of life?


From the light of the morning sun,

From the drops of early dew,

May we receive happiness,

Where have I asked for too much?

Only a world with no boundaries,


But Allah, have mercy,

And may no ones life be martyred,

For my whimsical wishes,

Why must a fragrant bloom promising life,

Wilt before it’s his time to go,


Allah, why blow out a flame like this..

A flame so full of life?

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Rainy Days

3 hours,

To prove your worth,

To put your thoughts on paper,

To give some meaning,

To the wasted days you spent in languor,

One night,

To fill it all in your head,

Only to forget it the coming day,

Choose the right words,

The correct numbers,

They hold more meaning,

Than what they actually mean,

The story of your life,

Not in words,

But in science,

You write its pages,

Every year,

Without the realisation,

For it’ll soon be there for all to see,

And to judge,

Like an open book,

That you’ll try to hide,

Or pretend not to read,

But you can’t deny it,

For it is through your hands,

That it has been written,

So write them,

And write them well,

Avoid the ignorance,

For bliss is only but a fleeting whiff of fresh wind..


In the rare case, that I have been able to hold your interest; you must be wondering why is the title called 'Rainy Days'. Well here it is. I wrote that ages back.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

The Music of Life

This is an english translation of a song from the movie 'Ghajini'. It's a nice peppy song, and I quite enjoyed the lyrics. This is an attempt to replicate it, for a wider audience. Let me know if it fits.

You there, there is something you need to know,
The time has come to live without borders or fear,
There is an addiction in the alcohol of life,
If it interests you, get in line..

Oh dear friends, I’ve got a little secret to share,
Take a deep breath, instead of dying everyday;
Open up your arms to life,
Bring out, what you have in your heart;

Sing along, for isn’t that what life teaches you after all?
Swing away, for we are no more prisoners to hope..

Set sail on your journey, say goodbye to the shores of fate,
Follow the wind,
Swing away, with me, to this music of life..

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Reprint: Blueines and the Bees : Sunday, May 22, 2005

I lack the time, motivation and energy to write something new. But I've been blogging for almost 5 years now. So I dug up some old posts, which probably you guys have'nt read. A little bit of self-indulgence, you'd say? Ah..who cares. Never mind the punctuation, that's how I used to write then. It was written during my second year at grad school at DCE, when I would use the rickety blueline buses to tread from home to college. So here goes.

i have been pondering over this for a long time now. finally something has taken shape.
though i curse myself whenever i have to travel by one of those blueline buses i cant help but think of the little world that resides inside. the screeching radio in the background that sounds melodious in its own way. the shaky seats that dont want u to sit on them. the broken hind glass(its always broken, check out the next time u sit in a blueline.) and the persistant smell of smoke though i could never ever find anyone smoking. the now famous graffiti adorning the bus walls. and the conducter moving up and down the alley scratching his ever itchy scrotum. i dont want the change back from him!

but there is something else that i have noticed off late. the delicate relationship between the conducter and the gals. to begin with,the conducter( lets call him 'sam' from now on) knows of all the girls that live in the streets his bus goes through. he has his favourite though. and he'll slow down a bit whenever they pass by her corner. he gazes out through the hazy windows forgetting his job for that little moment. u can see the dissapointment in his eyes when she aint there. but others(read other gals) come along nonetheless. he makes sure they all get a seat. he'll vacate his own if need be. he'll ask for tickets. she'll look straight into his eyes and pay a little less than required. sam knows it. he smiles. so does she. she'll complain a bit about the bus timings. sam says," Kal se time pe aoonga." it almost feels like a date. from then on sam is more vibrant and active. he'll pass a few witty comments here and there to impress the lady. wont accept 'staff' from the others.bellow louder through the window. and then her bus stop comes. it ends right there. he wants to take it forward. but what can he possibly do. he knows his place.

the bus turns to a new street. babli is waiting there for the bus. sam looks out the window. there is a sparkle in his eye. there is music in the background...bunty aur babli.... but it sounds more like sam and babli to him...a new story beckons on him. lets see what happens...

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Game-Time

Can you guess what I ordered from the above menu? You got just one chance.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Happy Diwali!


May the lights guide you home. Happy Diwali!

Friday, October 10, 2008

TBBT: It's only by opening the box, that you'll find what it is.

So many things out there demand our attention today.

Unemployment. Poverty. Global Warming. Corruption. War. Terrorism. Aids. Hunger. Deforestation. Pollution. Physics. Biology. Neuroscience. Culture. Literature. GDP growth. Sub-prime crisis. Inflation. Macroeconomics. Geopolitics. Linear Programming. Informal networks. Power. Politics. Education. Electricity. Internet. Information Technology. Artificial Intelligence. Time management. Money. House. Family. Friends. Iraq. North Korea. China. Pakistan. WTO policies. The Kyoto Protocol. Monetary and fiscal policies. Savings. Investments. The list is endless.

Then suddenly....wait for it... you see this charming girl, and you forget everything. EVERYTHING. Half of India may submerge if you didnt do something about the melting poles, well..., you couldnt care less. There might be 2 billion of us by 2050, ... Yeah right, like I give a shit now!


That's what they do to us. Those wicked, and oh! so beautiful, people with breasts.

P.S : Meet Penny

Sunday, October 05, 2008

I want to go crazy.

I want to go crazy. I want to forget everything. I want to run away to somewhere I have never been. Someplace where I don’t know anyone, and no one knows me. I want forget who I am, where I came from, what I did, what was my past, what is my present, what will be my future, everything.

A place which is timeless. Where the wind will blow at my face, the mellow sun will shine on my head, yellowish green grass will lay beneath my feet, and an endless expanse of empty space, till as far as I can see. I want no one to be around. I want to be alone. Just me and the open skies. And I want to lie down there on the soft ground, facing the blue skies, and feel as light as I can. Feel happy. Have a blank head. Empty. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel. Feel my instincts. Be close to nature. To God.

I don’t want to worry about the kind of person I want to be. Just be the person who I am. I don’t want to worry about what people think of me, or what I think about them. I don’t want to give any excuses. Or what could have been. Just be me.

And I live with this little hope, that one day I’ll find that place. A place where I can just be me.

P.S: Blame Kate Winslet for this. I look at her and I get lost.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

"If you try hard enough, you can fall in love with just about anyone."
- E.Haste

Saturday, August 16, 2008

A new season beckons!


Yes. It's that time of the year again. No not christmas. Not Diwali. It's the first day of a brand new Premier League season, and I'm as eager as a kid who wants to go out and play.

Lots of new faces have come. Many who were expected to leave have wisely decided to stay back. It'll be great to see them all over again. It's like seeing your old friends again after the summer break. The passion has rekindled, and we'll be together for another season, through thick and thin.

Ok. So here are my predictions for the standings:

1. ManUnited
2. Chelsea
3. Tottenham
4. Liverpool
5. Arsenal
6. Everton
7. NewCastle
8. Aston Villa
9. Manchester City
10. Sunderland
11. Portsmouth
12. West Ham
13. Middlesborough
14. Blackburn
15. Bolton
16. Who cares after this...!

Some other pointers:

1. Watch out for Darren Bent. He is going to be the Tottenham hero this season along with Modric and Santos.
2. Tottenham is going to break into the top 4, for sure.
3. Liverpool continue their dismissal Premier League form. Benitez will get sacked by the end of season.
4. Anelka will be at his lethal best.
5. Chelsea and United go to the wire till the very end.
6. Arsenal will pay the price for the departure of Hleb and Flamini. Early exit from Champions League(Quarters at max).
7. Santa Cruz continues his League form.
8. Tevez to score more than 20 goals.
9. Another breath-taking season for Ronaldo. Especially after Christmas.
10. Watch out for Sunderland. They'll finish in the top half of the table. Keano has poached wisely.
11. NewCastle will find their old form. Owen if fit, will be at his best.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

True Happiness

"True happiness is when you don't need music to dance."
- E. Haste

Monday, July 28, 2008

Mommy knows best

Mom: Nothing seems to hold your interest for long. Why can't you focus on one thing?
Me: I don't know. It just... just bores me.

Silence.

Mom: What are you running away from son?
Me: I don't know, Ma.

Silence. A very long silence.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Two people can be real friends only when they both look up to each other.
- E.Haste

Friday, July 18, 2008

Perfection bores me. Infallibility is unreal. It’s not the truth. It’s not you.

One characteristic that draws me to people is their fallibility. It amazes, stimulates and excites me as I see them fight their inherent weaknesses . It shows we are human. They are not perfect. Niether do they pretend they are. But they don’t stop trying. It’s even adorable at some level.

It gives you a chance to see the person grow. Be a part of it. Feel larger than life.

So, don’t be scared to fail. Just don’t give up. I love you, anyways.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

The more I get to know of something, the more I start to hate it.
- E. Haste

Monday, July 07, 2008

Nirvana

An epic of gargantuan proportions. A tirade of emotions. Nadal immortalised. Federer earned my respect. And at the end of it all, I wept.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Ronnie, please dont go..

Dear Ronnie,
People are saying that you want to leave? Please tell them, that it's all bull and you are not going anywhere.
For all these years, we have stuck by you, when the others were booing. We said you are still so young, when others said you were over-rated. We said you fall because you were too quick, when others said you dive. We cheered for you and stood by you, when other would rather see your face. We said you were the best, when others were saying Kaka (never heard of him!). After all these moments of happiness, unbridled joy, sadness, euphoria, excitement, heart-break and melancholy; you want to leave us?
Ronnie please dont leave. And please tell them to shut up.
Love and hugs,
A United Fan!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Simplicity

Simplicity is going out of style. So, the next time you meet a simple man, be good to him.
- E.Haste

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

The Three Questions

Three questions plague every sensible man. Contrary to popular belief, life is not a pursuit of happiness. It is rather a search for the answers to these three questions that have dogged him ever since sense is bestowed upon him by Mother Nature. They are as follows:

1. What do I have to do to become a Man?
2. How do I spend my time?

And lastly but the most important of all.

3. What do I have to do to get some sex? (sensitive men and women may like to read this as ‘What do I have to do to make love?’) (Even more sensitive people can rephrase this as ‘What do I have to do to make love with someone I love?’)
In any case, the question remains the same.

I too have pursued the answers to the questions, that have robbed me of my sleep on many an occasion. Though I haven’t found anything concrete, I have made some note worthy observations.

Question 1. Men over time learn to look at themselves into the mirror and question themselves. Am I a man now. Am I the new Changez Khan, or the new Alexander that will rule the earth, put men in fear, and make the women go weak in the knees? A little background music helps him elevate to that moment, but as soon as the music dies so does the Changez Khan inside him. He realizes he is still not a man. He still has a long way to go. So what should he do? People don’t fear him. How does he instill fear into men (and of course, make the women go weak in the knees) and become a man?
Ok. Here’s what he’ll do. He’ll smoke some weed. Abuse. Get a little drunk. Look menacing. That should do for the moment.**

Question 2. Time. That wretched thing. Men always seem to live in a quandary of sorts. More aptly, a paradox. They want to live forever. But they’ll do anything to kill the time at hand. Having time at hand, and nothing to do is a man’s worst nightmare. When he has work, he wants free time. When he has free time, he wants something to do. Some bright men realize that they have apparently been stuck in a catch-22 situation. They don’t want to make the same mistakes. They don’t want to work when they have free time. Cause, if they did they’d be the same as all the other idiots before them who fell into this vicious cycle of work and free time, which again equates to more work. Man thinks he has found a solution. Man derives great pleasure, when he realizes he has solved a problem.
So how does he kill time? He smokes. He drinks. He talks. He runs. He fights.
Such moments of realization also caters well to looking for an answer to question no. 1.

Question 3. Last but by no means the least. For sure it’s not love, but the three letter word that begins with an s ends with an x and has an e in between, that makes the world go round. Have you ever wondered why men work so hard for success? Have you ever wondered the motivation behind a man trying disparately to get into a good engineering college or an MBA or a better paying job. You think it’s the money, honey? It's never about the money, but what he thinks it can get him. No, you are wrong again. A man doesn’t need a car or a house or a snazzy cell phone. All he wants is a beautiful woman, who has, for all his life, eluded him, just because he was a nobody. In all fairness they don’t blame the women. They too after all are driven by the laws of nature, and they do want the very best of genes. Cant fight nature, can you?
But the twist in tale arrives and hits the man, when he realizes that even success has not helped him bridge that gap. He realizes that success is over-rated. And that he has missed out on a lot of things he should have learnt about life when he was younger. So what does he do? He smokes. He drinks. He talks. He runs. He fights.
Not to forget he still has the money. And well, he knows what he can do with that.
At the end of the day, he learns his lessons of life only when he is through. But he dies a Man, nonetheless.

**However, my personal research says that one becomes a Man when he can sing out loud and do a jig, in the middle of the street.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

I just realised that I have travelled quite extensively throughout India. I may have never had a chance to go abroad yet, but then you dont want to kill that golden goose too early do you? So I'm listing out all the cities I've been too till date. This is solely for my records and I'm not sure how much pleasure or gyaan you can get out of this. Anyways, I'll begin in no specific order.

Manali
Kullu
New Delhi
Shillong
Guwahati
Aizawl
Siliguri
Darjeeling
Calcutta
Lucknow
Kanpur
Patna
Bangalore
Hyderabad
Chennai
Pondicherry
Bombay
Cochin
Jaipur
Ajmer
Agra
Chandigarh
Bhopal
Allahabad
Bareilly
Jammu
Amritsar
Dehradun
Haridwar
Rishikesh
Uttarkashi
Nainital
Mathura
Pune
Ranchi
Mussourie
Kurukshetra
Ambala
Patna
Dispur
Silchar
Gangtok
Tezpur
Kaziranga
Mysore

I'm only listing the major cities here, though. Not bad, huh?
When you travel across India on a train, you tend to wonder, where the hell are those 1 billion people that live here? It doesn’t seem all that crowded at all. Rather you’ll find long stretches of empty grasslands, open fields, forests, hills and valleys. Thronging people can be seen only in the cities.
Which ever city you go to in India, one thing you’ll find in common every where is chaos with a capital C. Order is something that is not thought of very highly. Theorists and economists alike have come up with the theory which says that if you leave a broken window unattended chances are that over the next few days, you’ll find some more broken windows around that same place. The same thing happens around India. But in a country like ours, chaos is both necessary and inevitable. It helps people stand out. Make people take notice of you. Who wants to get lost in the crowd anyway? It’s typical social behaviour, only accentuated in a country like India.
People have said this so many times, but only now do I realize its significance and magnitude. The diversity of people living in the four corners of India is huge. People are so different culturally, socially and physically. And still we live in the same country, very much at peace with every body else. Things do go out of hand sometimes, but it’s not the people who are to blame. It’s dirty politics.
I have four more states to lay my feet on. Gujurat, Orissa, Arunachal and Goa. That would complete my 360 degree travel cv.

Friday, June 06, 2008

T.I.M.E out

On top of the world,
Stop counting clicks,
Start making money;

Your own private garden,
On any floor;

Cosmic news, a thrilling landing,
Capping its sleepy journey with a fiery plunge,
Putting a price on human life;

A brief history of nothing,
Are you a part of it?

A director who aimed for the stars,
Still prepping for prime time;

In Carter’s shadow,
Took His leap of faith,
Still no excitement;

A port that exports,
India’s secret war;

To love, honour and save money,
They downsize their big day,
Will you?

Taking on the thin ideal,
First get mad, then get even;

Point me to that wavy gravy gallery,
Homeland insecurity,
Men will do anything for that extra inch;

Ambient music,
Fresh heights,
One night in Sydney;

The best of us,
Want a peaceful nights sleep.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

"Do you know what's weird? Donald Duck never wears pants, but he's always in a towel when he gets out of the shower. Why?"
- Chandler Bing

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

It's time again.

It's time again. Time to move on. A new place. A new city. New friends. New people. New challenges.
But Bangalore, you'll have always have a special place in my heart.
So long, and thank you for all the fish!

Monday, April 07, 2008

Ghalib : Love Sonnets

"Jeevan koh is tarah jeena, ki jab koi mile kabhi;
Toh khud se nazar mila sako.."
- Mirza Ghalib

"Live life is such a way, that when you meet that somebody;
You are able look into your own eyes.."
- Mirza Ghalib

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Nirvana

The light shone. I was enlightened. Finally sense descended upon me.
And I realised, I am an idiot.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

Behind the Front

We are never fighting for the reasons we think we are.
- E. Haste


< You're a Spring. You're a real people person and
everyone loves how friendly you are. You're
good with encouraging people but usually don't
like to be the center of attention. You are a
social butterfly and probably are in several
circles of friends but it's just because you're
well liked and you make people comfortable.
You're both fun and wise but you are very
realistic about life.(If you can't see tje
pics, go to my homepage and look near the
bottom and find your result)

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