Dear K

Dear K,
Remember the time when you were ten, we always told you that the world is a good place?
Well, like the fairy tales wee tell you, this is never the truth. That was always a figment of some muddle head's imagination. The world is and will always dominated by parasites,
Those blood sucking leeches who stick onto every window, vent or keyhole of a chance to maximize their happiness at the cost of others.
It is a man-eat-man world now.
To compete on their terms, you need to inculcate a lot of qualities, that you are still unaware of.
This is the world of the Selfish. Self centered people rule it. You will always be an outsider.

K, I will tell you about the most talked about thing by us disillusioned mob. Love. It is Love. Love is the most overrated emotion that you will come across in this world.
We will continue to portray Love as the best feeling that you will come across in your lifetime. We will convince you someday very soon into loving someone with tacky messages reading- If you haven't loved, you haven't lived.
You know how the soft drink generation was trapped into becoming the I pod youth. Please do not fall into this trap. Just go pick a marker and strike this out, K. 
Trust me on this one.

With Love, there will come another of the virtues of this world, that you still need to work upon, K. That is called Ego. Without ego, you are just a sitting duck. They will blow your brains off with their eyes shut. They will slaughter and feed you to their dogs. Without ego, you would just be a puppet in their hands.

They will also lure into believing something called a Pure Love- as the only thing comparable to  LSD. But please do stay off from either of LSD or the more potent Pursuit of love. I tell you, friendship is much more easier to find, manage and derive happiness out of than the so called true love. This trait has consistently beaten the biggest enemy of mankind-ego.
While I continue this sacrilege on the LSD comparable, try not to fall into any trap and stay clear of these muggles.
You are the magic woman, K.
They will cling onto you till they suck the life out of you.
They shall seek to trample you with a force that would only keep multiplying.
They would never let the rest of the world believe that a person, such as you existed amongst the same filth that me and the others live in.
Selfless, harmless, innocent unbridled Unicorn is a peril that we muggles have zero toleration for.
We will fight you.
We may not win today or tomorrow.
But someday, we are gonna get to you.
Because we are just unstoppable parasites.


PS 4 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours can create such spurts in entropy.

You know how I got these scars?

[Lights up a cig..]
Well, very much unlike Harry Potter or the Joker, these weren't developed in a day. These are a result of the happenings around that have left their indelible impressions.

It was an hour past midnight. I was taking a walk with a female friend of mine in Bombay after a good dinner at The Peking Tom. All this delight gave me my new found love for "clean" Fridays (without booze/fag).
Well, you know how time flies when good things happen. It is always because tonnes of shit is just awaiting you round the corner. An hour passed by. Out of nowhere, this dickhead comes along trying to shove the girl. But quick thinking from her end else a case of target missed by him saved her the discomfort.This jerk, takes a U turn, all the while pretending to be on a call, comes back, from what it looked like, tried to seize her from behind me, where she, suspecting foul play took shelter in. I was aghast. I could not make a move.
Did I ever not watch all this eve-teasing shit in the movies? Probably yes. But nothing had struck me so hard.

[Gnashes...]

Is this the respect that the fairer sex deserve?
What invites it? I bet it wasn't the lady's attire.
What fucking right have you got to have a go at a lady?
Did it owe to the fact that these jerks outnumbered us that night?
Did the outnumbering justify my inaction?
Given a choice, now, I'd literally shoot him with a shot gun-Pulp Fiction style.

[And the chain smoking continues..]

It pains me so much to imagine the mindset of this bastard. Was that incident a vindication that he had the balls to molest anyone at his will?

I wish, a la Taxi Driver, they wash this scum off the roads. It stinks.
I wish, instead of punching walls and wardrobes, I had hit the jerk where it hurt him the most and made him regret all his life.
If a mere attempt at molestation, had such a deep impact, I shudder with the thought of worse things that have happened to women.
What goes through a recipient's mind? To be forced upon.. To be helpless... Spare a thought...
Yours truly signs off with all the unanswerable questions, anguish and deep guilt.

PS Writing has never been rustier.. Darn!

Kites... Powai ... and the journey ...

With every passing weekend, the options to chill out obviously keep reducing and hence the hunt is always in progress for new eateries, the trite malls and movies, rest-o-bars, the ever welcoming Marine Drive ..and so on..

This weekend though was something sweetly surprising because, finally ..... we got to go to Powai and the much hyped Hiranandani. yippee!!
I had been vehemently pleading my roomies to visit this place but either very hot/humid weather or the inherent languidness plays the villain almost every time. This time though on the pretext of watching Kites movie and more importantly watch my first football match of the season, coincidentally the last one, I had convinced them on the trip.
The humidity was very much beyond bearable limits and half way through the journey on the local train, I was in two minds, one deliberating the ordeal till that point, the other hopeful of soaring Kites and an even better CL finale, Inter Vs Bayern.
After successfully negotiating a devious route (Malad-Bandra-Dadar-Kanjun Marg), we landed up at the Adlabs to watch the movie.
Should probably blame it on the workplace cos my nearly non-existent iota of tolerance towards humidity has completely been extinct now!
Movie- Totally mindless lousy flick which never seemed to have a plot! Except for a couple of scenes which highlighted the briiliance of screenplay in places, it was totally a passable affair. Could not still comprehend, what had forced Masand to declare it experimental!!
May be it is if you ignore the storyline! May be Anurag Basu envisaged that a shortcut to making a Holly flick was to shoot in Vegas!
Boss... when you haven't got anything substantial to tell us, why take the pain and then pass it on to us later at all??
Post Kites, it was all Welcome Hiranandani! Surprise ..surprise!.. The arches. the columns.. the very much similar building structures along with clean roads glimmering under night light and a special mention on the fountains that embellished the beauty of the place really left us spellbound, never mind the fact that we had been to Colaba many times earlier.
CL finale was way too one sided to inspire any great interest! and hence the much required slumber post the nice home made food..
Sunday meant that things had to return to their original state ASAP and only something inevitable could delay our homecoming!
And suddenly, the occasion of Luncheon meant that cooking trials could be initiated! With dedicated ideation from Herr Director (Shanta), the lead..the hero ... the megastar ... yours truly wielded the peeler, the knife and potatoes to start preparations of Alu Fry!!! Not to forget the inputs from the generous Producer (Peep), after all it was his production house :P
A meal that comprised a tasty, mind you it was unanimous (Nihar, Alli and Balg), curry along with the dishes already prepared called for a timely siesta. The more comfortable return journey on an auto rickshaw and the  following pretty okayish dinner, only after 20 minutes of waiting @ Uncle's Kitchen meant that the all the weekend chores were done and it was time to sign off , except for a dessert @ newly opened Amul Parlour!- a good VFM..

P.S. Bhaiyya, who also supported me for the Powai trip earlier missed this out ! :-( ..

HITLER..RESURGED

Hitler...Alexander..have served the expository(s) of mans insatiable avarice. The whims and caprices of man are myriad. Moments before i was too engrossed in watching "hitler the rise of evil". The way the film carried me off was so incommensurable and even so quite obscure to my lexis. The best part of the film was when hilter takes over the reichstag under his dictating terms. kristallnacht..a term i learnt outa the film...which stands for the savage attack against the jews was abrasive and contentious. Concurrently,the spirit of such a movement..communised,in an ostensibly democratic,diabolic and greatly deluged vth demagouges; country like ours seems to me,a viable and the most suited evolution.


Though, the whim may sound steep, it does not mean a taradiddle.


LEAVING THE FINGERS UNPOINTED, THE ARTICLE IS AMBIGIOUS AND EQUIVOCAL.


"I don't see much future for the Americans. It's a decayed country. And they have their racial problem, and the problem of social of social inequalities . . . Everything about the behavior of American society reveals that it's half Judaized, and the other half negrified. How can one expect a State like that to hold together - a country where everything is built on the dollar?
Adolf Hitler
Remarks January 1942 recorded by Martin Bormann, published in Hitler's Table Talk (1953)"



"If a thief takes your money and you take it back,does that make you also a thief?"

My favourite lines,ripped from the film.


HAIL HITLER !!


Im no fanatic..nor am flouting the rules of any governing system..the article is only the backwash of a brainwash :P

fancy of a fuss

More the english,more lofty is the vernacular fancy.theres an air of exceptional narcism around every english tongue..be the native or the naive.The other day i was on my way to trichy..in a huddled bus.for the enlivening spirit i put in foot boarding and the stiff necked conductor..id the "not the so refreshing" rustic journey past the dry and the dreary milieu.


If it were not for the ravishing feminine mystique of the sastra girl in the front seat..id ive jumped off the moving bus! All along the journey, i found myself amidst a pack of the great unwashed..a multitude of masses..rustic and sweating..! Flashes crossed my mind every other second.."what am i in this no mans land?" For another second, i was in the mirage of swaying in the ms.anon's arms..and then,knock knock..the not so polite co passenger shook me off his shoulder.I put myself in the shoes of king khan in swades..and was lingering with the gleaming thought..seeking solace in supposedly relative misery..! When the badshah had to do it..y cant i ?!

All these thoughts broke bread on my nous. To my relief or my angst,i felt my pants vibrating. for a second..i was trying to discern what it was...for,it took me time to come back to life at normalcy! Id a friend on the line and i refused to put down,to cut the boredom. The female in jeans no longer intrigued me..all i could do was have a gaze at her cropped hair! All the while i was the only english speaking tongue in the bus. All around i could hear "sapta" "romba" and a few other not so conspicuous words. I already had a few not blabbering heads staring at me. Was i outa place? Was i stamping anyones leg? Or was even public usage of english banned in tamil nadu?!


The only reason i felt,could corroborate my monologue, was that i was the english speaking guy there..the non local. Somewhere in the deep..i was feeling a bit better now..i felt like a bred steed..a tad majestic to others! The thing which bothered me later was why i was trying to re enact swades in a bus?! Why was i trying to plagiarise gawarikar's script?! Why was i eluted with a sense of disgust at others and refused to climb down the high horse?! Does claustrophobia stalk me? Was i the only one civilly unhinged?! Was i the only in the horde to despise the clamouring?! Or was it the englishness in me that spoke for me all the while?

A God-awesome Testi

Here goes a testimonial on Orkut for a friend of mine from his friend.....
Sorry! No translation could even come closer ..let alone beat this totally brilliant piece of a scripture so did not venture out doing that ...
This was saved in the drafts ..as on 1/1/10!!but never was posted .. Guess..did not wanna start off a year on a sarcastic note :P ..

**** are to obscure the reality and thereby help maintain the remnants of friendship intact :-) ..

" ***** vadu vyakthi kadu SHAKTI..
***** spects pettukoni chudataniki SWATHI MUTHYAM lo KAMAL HASAN laga untadu..kani okka sari rangam loki digithe DASHAVATHARAM avthundi situation..ma vadu multi-talented..he has a vast knowledge in various areas..vaditho parichayam avvadam i feel verrrrrry LUCKY..
***** tho movi ki vellamante theatre lo full JALSAA untundi..ma vadu keeka comments vesthuntadu..
ma vadiki sports annna,chadavadam annna chaala intrest..avi unnaynte night-outs ee..next day vadi eyes chuste maku ardam aipothundi..a range lo kashta paddado.

*****(cute boy) = 24 KARATE GOLD FRIEND...

sensex lo GOLD rate alter avthu untundi..kani na drushti lo ma ***** value is at EVEREST..i PRAY and WISH him a veryy bright future..hav KUSHI,JALSAA ra.....xxxxx "
P.S. ROFLMAO .....

Rama Rama krishna krishna .... among others

The rate at which Ive been watching movies has increased exponentially over the past couple of months. Weekend quite literally now implies a visit to the nearest mall for the Hindi/English movies and a little further away for a Telugu flick.
The ones I remember among the recent ones are ..

1.Iron Man- The first I could jot down because of the total lack of VFM!! ...Perhaps the super duper heavy Gujarati Thali @ Subkuchh made me a little too dreary to and hence have a contrary to the popular opinion on Scarlett Johanson's acting/beauty, which in effect meant that 250 bucks were spent only to watch the brilliant screen presence of RD Jr. Definitely on the higher side!
2. Simha- A tortuous ordeal. Pathetic is the only word that I can think of right now to describe the movie.(Time and energy already spent @ Dry Day)
3. Darling - A pretty average movie barring a much hyped twist. Prabhas' costumes were a total eyesore, Kajal's acting or the more obvious overplay was too much to take along with the drab romance involved. Slightly soothing music, Swiss locales and passable comedy put the movie in the okayish zone.
4. Rama Rama Krishna Krishna- By the end of the movie, totally aghast at the precipitous fall of the entertainment level. Pre-intermission session was just about hitting the levels of a laugh riot when the director told everyone of us to "Relax" and apparently he himself took the break too seriously and never returned to work! In short, an appalling second half was awaiting the popcorn and a lip smacking apricot juice..