Been There, Done Them

a new generation awakens

2006-02-05T11:59:00.000-08:00

hey..i havent been writing in a while now..i guess nothing much inspiring happens in our lives anymore..at least not in mine...
But i dont think i can say that now...I am just returning from seeing the movie " Rang De Basanti" for the second time..an i guess i shall have to see it many more times..again and again..

RDB is an extremely well made movie.. well scripted, a taut screenplay, fairly gripping at times, soothing blended music, and of course several rivetting and restrained performances..
But that is not what i draws me to it ( and it does have some technical flaws too), it is the idea that the movie generates, it is the thought that it ignites..
and even though it might be felt that the movie goes about spreading it's message in a very jingoistic way..I would beg to differ..like our protagonists say " Behron ko sunane ke liye dhamake ki zaroorat hoti hai"..
and that is exactly what our lives need..a little nudging from where it is..and that is what this movie seeks to do..by paralleling beautifully our current existences with those of the great ones from indian history..
indeed..the situation might be the same..and the individuals involved are also the same...just the time settings have changed..
and through the diary of a long dead British jailor come alive the Krantikaris of yesteryears, to take modern shape and form, for a second coming..
truth and fiction keep blurring for these young men....who start living their parts...and the movie they are shooting for turns into reality..just as the movie you are viewing becomes the truth..
And our youth get a reason to live...they have that fire in them..which they thought they never had...which was only possessed by their fighter pilot buddy..
as they sing" ab mashalon si bad rahi hai lau meri"

go find your spark..an let it become a flame ..before it is too late..

thankew for those wonderful moments

2005-12-29T11:34:00.000-08:00

My mom had an interesting guest today at home..someone who I have found always awe-inspiring..
She is a college mate of my mom who went on to join the civil services..and is like this major league hot shot now..an had been shifted here from Delhi for a year.
Today..she got a call for shifting back to Delhi, and she came to say her byes to my folks..and with her came a cake that read this
" Thank you for those wonderful moments"

And in that one line..she said so much..
Indeed..it is the moments..that define our lives..that give us our existence..and these moments sometimes can encapasulate an entire lifetime..

and these moments become truely wonderful, and hold some importance for us, because of the people we meet..and our interactions with them...

Which is why...it is so important that we thank those who have made our lives so beautiful in their own special way..for it is these moments which we share with them..that actually define us..

And when she did that..the thank you that is..I felt how lackin I was..and indeed many of us are..when it comes to this..

Jus a lil thought!!

sleepin in the hall

2005-12-08T03:16:00.000-08:00

i dont remember when was the last time i went to watch a movie.. and dint doze of in the midst of it all..
this has really become a serious issue..especially if i have company..then it becomes very disheartening for the other person too..
maybe it is the lush seating, or the special sounds effects et al, or jus my general proclivity to doze of in odd places, but the inevitable does happen..
I am bringing this issue in the forfront in light of what happenned yesterday..i had gone to see the latest in the series of the Harry Potter lot, and well..quite a well made flick..if i may say so myself..
i was of course on a clean slate having never even read or watched a Harry Potter in my life..but still immensely enjoyable..
however..that dint stop me from merrily dozin off when apna hari puttar enters a maze..an i did a mental one too..
The last movie i had watched on the screen was A Beautiful Mind, an i was gone again, Khamosh Pani, in which also I took a nap, and before that, Yahaan..a really super duper dud..
in which of course i am not to be held responsible for sleepy even in the hard seats of local Amba theatre..

but luckily the pic i watched today..which was a real private screenin.. had me awake..and total absorbed too..mind bogglin stuff..
But that is gonna be the stuff for another blog..
till then..heres to dozin of at the drop of a hat..an payin for it in public places too!!

The trials and tribulations of an LDR

2005-11-08T12:23:00.000-08:00

how do people maintain long distance relationships??
how does one stay in touch when one can't?

what is the concept of lovers who dont make love anymore?
how do u tell someone that you love them..when you cant see their face when you say that?
and how do u believe it when they say it to you?

how does faithfulness work here?
do other individuals cease to exist?
should they?

should love be more when u are with the person and less in their absence?
is that for real then?

do u sometimes fall into a relationship cos u will yourself to? and not because it is actually happenin?
does an LDR happen because it is a make believe fantasy world that is so nice and romantic and which has been created since your real life at your real place sucks?

r u romanticizing?

is it for real?

do we fall in love sometimes out of gratitude?
should we hold onto someone if we think the person is crazy over us, even if distance is an unbeatable factor?

does distance distance hearts..or as they say..does absence make the heart grow fonder?

The trials and tribulations of an LDR..

Character Sketch III : Arun Raja

2005-11-07T11:44:00.000-08:00

I met Arun on a train journey...he was late for it and came full throttle..holding on to his bag like dear life, a snazzy bandana in place. He had curly locks, and sported a flashy watch, but what really caught my attention were his jeans..they were ripped from the edges, distressed beyong recognition, and dyed an interesting hue of blue-green.
Arun broke into a conversation soon enuf, in broken English though, which I soon converted to the vernacular. He was not a student as i though, but ran a shop in a local market selling jeans. That explained something, and he was now on his way to the capital to pick up a new consignment from "Thailand"...
He's lovingly called Raja by his loyal customers, and mostly they comprise students from the Univ, an he hangs around there with them also the whole day, to know how they think. He has spent eight years and Lahore, and swears by the city and how amazing it was staying with his grandfather.
He has studied only till his B.A, and really wants to study..he envies me..an says that now even if he wants to get back.he cant..and when he could.he dint want to..
Love marriage is on the cards..for someone who is going to turn 25 in a while, but doesnt look a day more than 21..
Raja regaled me with all kind of poetry and shaiyari on the way..kept me in high spirits..and seemed a real softy at heart..
he recited a couplet his grand dad had told him when he was young..

"I was supposed to meet my beloved after five days..
And then suddenly someone told me that life lasts only four days.."

Naughty smile on his lips, michief in his heart, and love in his soul..
Romancing the stone will never be the same again..

The train comes to a halt..and our Jeans man is off to business..

Pubbin an Clubbin before the clock strikes midnight

2005-11-01T13:09:00.000-08:00

Bangalore is a strange city..so much to do ..so little time..especially when all i had were three days..there were people too who had to be met.
But i did manage to have quite a blast..an window shoppin took on a whole new meanin for me.also it is quite refreshing to haggle with everyone from auto wallahs to bead sellers in English, i think i will take some time get my lingo raped for the next Jpath visit..
Pubbing was fun..but the fun would run before it had barely begun..an very very abruptly nasty lights would be in view, the DJ would have done the vanishing act.and your table in charge would pour you your drinks with hitherto unexhibited vigour..
An this was somethin common to all the places..from the decidedly shady Bunker..to the very swish set and exclusive Taika..
The final trump card of course was the four letter word..said in a whisper..an meant to scream out loud.COPS!!!
Budget eating is also quite a triumph here..or so i heard..shall have to sample it next time I am here..
an the place has some very interesting looking malls and upper crust salons..
driving slowly on a bike during the night when there is no traffic is like manna..as is walking along the pathside during twilight..with the gentle pitter patter of rain giving you sweet company..an nudging you that this moment has to run dry..an should not even be attempted to clasp too deeply.

sigh..i repeat..too much of unfinished business left..an i had to leave it all behind..business which could very well not have crept up in the first place..but then..the heart does make foolish decisions..

Like my friend mentioned..you knew this was coming all along..
I guess i really dint..

Character Sketch II : Himanti Bai

2005-10-14T15:23:00.000-07:00

Himanti is my domestic help..she does the dishes ..washes clothes ..mops the floors..and very occasionally..she also cooks sumptious Mutton rice..
Himanti is very pretty.. she has been married for long..but she still has that youthful spark, that spark most lose when they are treading on the fine path between youth and adulthood.
Himanti has a small world, she seems so devoted to her husband, she has the occasional problem of domestic abuse, but still has lofty dreams of owning a mobile.."Reliance ka bhi chalega"
Himanti has admitted on an occasion that she has seen the odd "Neeli Picture"- a blue film, and is very non-chalant about it..
She loves her make up, and you would never catch her without the latest lipper in vogue..Himanti also never has a bad hair day..
Himanti is suddenly spending a lot of time with a stranger.. her " brother" who has just entered the scene.. her face lights up when she is spending time with him..they are often spotted strolling lazily.
There is nothing lazy about Himanti..inspite all..she can work like a horse, and serves steaming gossip as a side dish..
Adultery is an integral part of the main course..

Himanti is loving every moment of her life..

the train journey- straddling two worlds

2005-10-14T15:03:00.000-07:00

i had an interestin journey today..by rail..straddled between an artist and a hag, an imagineer and a hen, a draughtsman and a dowdy old lady..
i was the salami in the sandwitch..making small talk and large conversations with both the sides, discussing Khajuraho and Konark with Alexander, and Dilli ka weather and family ties with Mrs. Gupta..
i was , strangely at home in both the worlds, flawless English with the Dutch traveller, who was in search of peace and architecture, nature and love, and loud Hindi with the quintessential middle class East Delhi housewife, whose world was her son and daughter-in-law, whom she had gone to visit.
lonely planet on one side, manorama on the other, cutlets and cookies on one palate, gobhi aloo on the other..
my artist friend wanted to stay in Majnu ka Tilla, he wanted to get up to the sounds of the Yamuna, and savour momos when grubby, my motherly auntie seemed worried that the train would be late, and she might make her hubby wait too long..
his girlfriend had left him for the Gangotri, she said she had found her world, her peace, and he needed to probably look more, and his journey was continuing..

as we entered New Delhi Railway Station, the train slowed to a halt, and a fleeting figure outside in white, made my auntie scream coarsely...Gupta Jeeee...
Alexander just stood in a corner, a silent smirk enveloping his sunken jaws..
weed is very cheap in Amsterdam..

i think of you...like a song on the radio

2005-10-01T07:04:00.000-07:00

have you ever associated a person with a song?? or vice -versa?
i do it all the time..all the people in my life..at least most of the important ones.. have a song thats theirs..just theirs and that reminds me that the are gonna be around for some time..if not physically with them..then in my mind thru the rhythm their thoughts creates..

silent waters: Khamosh Pani

2005-09-28T04:59:00.000-07:00

I just came back from a viewing of a brilliant film titled Khamosh Pani, an extremely well made and poignant depiction of a partitian crisis that has remained silence for long. The screenplay, camerawork and most importantly the amazing defination of the characters was breathtaking, and i was transformed into another world.
The movie's main protagonist is the immensely talented Kiron Kher, who plays Ayesha Begam, a middle aged widowed Pakistani woman who is apparently settled in the mundaness of her life, but then, all is not what it seems to be, and there are stories that the past holds. The movie also talks of her young son, Salim, how much she loves him, and how this directionless youth finds new meanning in life under the aegis of religious fundamentalists..
Life for Ayesha is thrown upside down when her Sikh brother from India lands to her tiny village, and wants to take her back..and herein her internal struggle surfaces..

35 years is a long time..and Ayesha has but miniscule traces left of her past, memories that she keeps encapsulated in a wooden box. But then, when things start going too awry for her, the past inevitably becomes the future, and an era passes..

The script writer of the movie, Paromita Vohra was also present during the screening, and the movie was followed by an engrossing discussion, wherein she went into the finer nuances of the script, and the various levels at which the film touches the audience..
Most importantly she stresses on the fact that inspite of global macro issues like the turbulent times, rise in fundamentalism, and socio-political issues, individuals ultimately function on a much smaller framework, where it is the turbulence within that creates rifts and divides, and takes people to places where they stand, and make them behave the way they do.

All in all..a captivating tale well told, well researched, and one that pulls at the heartstrings in a unique and refreshing way...

character sketches: Smile Khan

2005-09-21T12:31:00.000-07:00

he looks at me from the corner of the eye, wearing this bright yellow ganji, and black PJ's. rippling muscles in place, and spike in the hair.. a flashy chain in place, and rings too many too count..the girls are lovin him, and whispers say his name is Ishmael Khan. he smokes a cuban cigar, and plays pool, at the seedy basement pub, where the resident DJ belts out Kajra re and the ilk.
i happen to bump into this individual at the drinks counter, and after we exchange smiles, we got talking, and i and discover that HE is actually Smile Khan, and he is the in house bouncer.
Smile, if I can call him that, has a strange character to tell. He talks of love and peace with consummate ease, and bashes the occasional rowdy with great elan as well. He tells me of the girl he wants to marry, and even produces a pic of a fair damsel, who reminds me of a failed starlet, and then continues to tell me of another girl whom he loves. His real name after prodding comes out to be Rajiv Verma, but he is known by the other name, in this joint, where he also doubles as eye and arm candy for the girls and the queens. Kajra re is replayed, and Smile goes back to the pool table side, and winks mischievously at a passing glance. He suddenly calls me to one side, and ask for some loose change to buy him a cigarette, which does happen.
He is always there, only the colour of the ganji changes, the chain get bigger and better and occasionally, there is some colour in the hair too. sometimes, some benovelent queen even buys him a beer, for his family business of video rentals is not really what it used to be.
Last i met Smile, some months back, he showed me a bruised face. He said he had fallen down. Somebody showed some false concern, and asked him how it happened, and he talked about how he couldnt buy his usual stock of ciggies, which kept him awake at night( he also moonlighted as a security guard somewhere), and so fell asleep on the job, which caused him to fall down and hit his face.
Smile was always full of such stories, he regaled and occasionally bored who ever bothered to listen with them, and never went out of style.
he has stopped coming now, the job doesnt exist anymore, there is no colour left in the pallette, a starlet has faded in her picture.

wish u were here...

2005-08-23T13:17:00.000-07:00

so..u think u can tell...heaven from hell..blue skies from pain??

so said the great master himself..the great floyd...an i jus wanted to delve a lil into this..as i sit alone on a lonely tuesday night...
loneliness always brings out the darker side of me..an this line reminds me that are we really aware of what is happenin around us..an do we really know the good from the bad..an the nice from the evil??
doesnt it happen sometime that waht we feel is a somethin so cool..is actually only a demon in disguise..an when we really curse somethin rotten..it actually turns out to be the best part of a loong loong time??

an are we conciously or otherwise..at times trading our so called bad times for good times..which might only be ephemereal..an go before coming??
are we running through life..runnin like hell..an trying to catch somethin so elusive and fantastically morbid that it is the one that is actually out to get us??

would we exchange a two bit role in a grand saga..for a lead role in a cage??

what is more important..freedom from the shackles that bind us..or a lifetime of pretenses?

or have we not really ever understood the difference between..the good and the bad in our lives??
an jus sleep walked through it all??

white mischief-the bane of my existence!!

2005-08-08T08:17:00.000-07:00

okie ppl..i got officially sloshed in the first party of the new academic year..an boy was i embarassed..
sad part is ..i dint even drink a lot..at least not a lot lot..if you know what i mean..but whooosh..i was out an gone..far far away...
mentally dead for three hours...i have no idea of what happened then..someone could have even taken undue advantage of me then..but sadly no such luck..
this mainly happened cos i was mixin drinks.an even then..there were various brands to go around so my system jus revolted an shut down!!
an the worst one which was the last shot i had was i think of white mischief..a cheap an shady vodka..which always had disastrous effect on me..

people have started callin me the ROCK..since i could not even move..an trust me when i say this..when i tried to walk..i was puttin the dancers of Disco 82 to utter an total shame...

they say they had to haul me back to the bus when the party got over..cos the blackout was still there..an i was so stoned i just slept like a lil baby in the bus...so damn unlike me..

people plz take note ..i am using this forum to solemnly pledge that i shall not be had again by the bottle like this..an quality not quantity shall prevail in future booze sessions..

till then..i have to make do with hiding my face from all an sundry..an being asked the same question again an again..so how much did u drink? ..in that vague affectin tone..as one would talk to a mad cow..

cheers to the new resolution..

have not been keepin in touch-a year older now...

2005-08-01T07:05:00.000-07:00

breakin my promises already..had decided to write in every alternate day..but dint keep in mind my laziness..an general inertia in my life..

anyways ..it was my bday a few days back..an i am a year older..feelin real sad bout that..but did manage to party a bit..went to dinner to another persons party who shares her bday with me..an she then took us all for a bogus session of dumb charades at the famed india gate..

well....i have also been spring cleaning my room..an i found the kinda things i had lost all hope of findin...

yesterday night i also got belated bday bumps in the hostel..my butt still aches with the thought...dunno how i managed to survive..

old is not necessarily equal to wise..

2005-07-21T11:52:00.000-07:00

strangers in the night...exchanging glances...
wondering in the night..what were the chances..

have you ever watched someone watching you?
happens all the time..at the paanwala..in the busy market places..at the bus stands..even in busy subways..
furtive glances sometimes tell an interestin tale..an emotional cord is stirred somewhere..an as i once said..confiding in strangers can be such a liberating experience..

sometimes one just has to think beyong the carnal!!

2005-07-21T11:51:00.000-07:00

strangers in the night...

2005-07-21T11:46:00.000-07:00

a new begginning...

2005-07-21T11:32:00.000-07:00

okie...i did not misspell that on purpose...this is a new start to my blog...i have vegetated enuf...an take a solemn pledge that i shall now write in to my blog at least once in two days...an thats is a sincere promise!!!
i would like to take this oppurtunity to thank the individual who is responsible for the phoenex rising from the ashes..Mr. Prad..plz take a bow..he is the one who keeps pressin me an making me feel guilty bout not writin...well here goes praddie boy..

i shall make a humble beginnin..by talkin a lil bit bout one real nice movie i saw recently..parineeta...an i am listenin to the raat wala song right now..the most awesome lyrics in recent times..an bewitchin vocals to match..
i always maintain that for me..the most wonderous part of any song is the poetry in it..an this jus outdoes everythin..personifyin the night..as it slowly creeps into the self..

the night is the friend of the moon..but she come alone today..an that is why i want to spend an eternity just holdin onto the darkness..an talkin my heart out..
the darkness is mad...it bites and stings me..but it is still mine..an mine alone..i just want to lie in its soothin lap an sleep..i want to turn to it when i weep silently..
tonight i shall talk like there is no tomorrow..even though the darkness is angry with me..an is sitting in a corner..sulking and mullin ..

the profoundness of the words jus hits me like a sharp gale in the night..as their veracity rings out loud and clear..cos there are so many times when we jus wanna be alone..an slowly walk into the night..make it our sole companion ..an make it help us deal with our insecurities..
why r we bogged down with so many insecurities..why dunt we jus like the way we are...

to be or not to be..that is the question...but then...who is looking for an answer??

an ode to a nightingale

2005-05-12T11:33:00.000-07:00

today was a very sad day in my life..an my families too..
we lost my granny..my maternal grandmother who had been excessively fond of me..an i had been of her..

my granny was one of the prettiest ladies i knew..she had lovely blue eyes and such a rosy complexion even at her age..i used to love nestlin in her arms..

one of my most vivid memories with her is me tryin to teach her english..an succeedin to a large extent..she was a quick learner..an soon had a few pet phrases she used..

she was also my partner is crime when it came to teen patti..an indeed i learnt the ropes of the game from her..playin alongside her durin my early days in college..i used to love the way she would always try to evade payin up if she lost..but if she won she would like to fil in someone elses deficit..

she had a real spicy tooth..an would really crib when she would have to eat somethin even slightly bland at our place..cos my mom is a health freak.

my mother often told me that i was a lot like her..cos she had given me her gudti when i was born..an indeed we had huge similarities..strong willed individuals..though not apparently so..prone to stubbornness..an a habit of sayin no to any edible offerin made to us..!!
my nani always showered me with her love and would scold my mom if she would be too possessive bout me..tell her to allow me to live my life..an give me some real cool advice sometimes..

but the bestest part bout my lovin ol granny was the fact that she has always been so accomodating..an never complained bout one thing in life..she spent the last thirty years of her life alone..an actually prefered livin alone in a huge home..rather then shackin up with any of her kids...
an she never ever wanted any special treatments..like food being served early types...
an this is where we differ..an i have to reflect upon all the stupid cribbin i do all the time..even if in jest..
i know i have a lot to learn from my loving granmother..an i guess i never really took all the chances i had..sometimes we take the people close to us for granted..
an now all of a sudden..there is a vaccuum in our lives...an i think i missed out on a lot..
still...i know that my granny will always be there for me..an mebbe in my own way ..i shall always be there for her..

the cha bar experience

2005-03-02T23:28:00.000-08:00

i have been eating out so regularly these days no one would ever guess that i am actually going to have my exams in some time..anyways yesterday a friend of mine an i went to the grand stateman house in CP..an the trip was an ardous task in itself waht with the U-special barely giving us any breathing space( the crowd was good though), an then unceremonously dumpin us at Mandi House, which effectively meant that we had to trek in out to the Statesman.

the objective of going there was to check out this super duper book sale at the Oxford Book Store, but i forgot all such inane motives when i saw the warm environs of the inhouse Cha Bar, and the aroma of tea that was welcomin me...

soon enough we had both adventourously ordered a vague and exotic soundin mediterranean salad, oolong tea to go with it, a blueberry muffin( verry verry seductive), and some passion fruit iced tea for me, to invigorate the senses....

all the stuff was decent, except the salad which had a strange chewy minced material as its base, and a healthy helping of chana and raisins to reduce its insipidity. after taking the waiter into confidence i was told that that edible was chinese rice..an that was that..

after this we trekked it out again for a jamboree at Janpath, and some junk jewellery and a cut sleeve ( and a cheese ball too) later, i found myself in bus no. 100....

all in all...quite a divine day..an so disengaged from the lives of my fellow mates..i chuckle with glee ...!!

unchained melody

2005-02-20T01:30:00.003-08:00

lonely with a sigh, wait for me, wait for me...to the open arms...ive hungered for your touch...so long...and time goes by...so slowly..

this song is one of my faves...and it talks of waitin an eternity for a romance that encapasulates a lifetime..which is exactly what Prince charles did...an finally the prince of wales is gettin to marry his love for some 35 odd years!!..the old wine camilla shall finally get the love of her life..
an i truely beleive that while charles and diana had a fairytale wedding, the fairy tale romance was always that of camilla and charles..

indeed the wedding that should never have happened dint stop charles from wanting to be camillas tampons, so that he could always be close to her, and it dint even stop their unsatiable appetite for each other...that which spanned more than three decades..

as diana had once remarked, this marriage is a lil crowded, there are three of us in it, it was truely a triange of affairs, one which was sadly not equilateral at any time.

and as the press has reported with abandon, that prince charles has waited an eternity for two things, the throne and his love, finally at least he is getting one of the them, and unquestionably the one which is more important..
it really brings joy to my heart when i read of things like this, cos royalty doesnt make you less of a human, and i feel this man is one who has been shortchanged over everything in life, and the fuddy duddy image associated with him as only added salt to the injuries..

unchained melody

2005-02-20T01:30:00.002-08:00

unchained melody

2005-02-20T01:30:00.001-08:00

unchained melody

2005-02-20T01:30:00.000-08:00

page three rules

2005-02-05T09:54:00.000-08:00

okie guys..we ppl in a b school also get to see movies( the perks of being in the capital are numerous)..an the latest flick i caught last week was P3. boy..an interestin flick alright...an very verry realistic..an from someone who has truely been there and done that..it seemed so very real..i actually enjoyed every minute of it..am plannin an rerun..

konkona sen delivers with consummate ease..a P3 reporter who gets sucked into the bloody system...an the plethora of sexy socialites and MILF's is of course an added bonus...

a B-school also gives u ample chance to be a P3P..all u need to do is somehow keep makin it to the headlines on campus..it could be your hair, your attire.,.or just the way you misbehaved with someone..being bitchy is an added bonus an youre sure to jump the queue with that enviable trait..

of course you can also try the borin old..scandal them routine..if there rumours abound bout your love/sex life and speculations are rife bout where you were on one particular sunday evennin...all the better it is..

of course some bogus maggus manage to reach page three for all the wrong reasons..they hobnob with the faculty, post msgs for all an sundry on behalf of the teachers, and maintain registers that are prettier that most marriage invitation cards..this makes them the topic of discussion..
i still maintain though..that there is no such thing as bad publicity..an one can make a new living simply by being notorious...as i have observed..

hoever...the evils of noteriety shall be taken up in another blog..

the perils of being a teen patti addict

2005-01-26T05:14:00.000-08:00

got up this mornin totally wasted..cos i had spent the entire night playing cards..dumb inane cards that have thrown my entire existense into reverse gear..an my schedule awry...but i secretly loved every moment...i am officially an addict to the evil world of gambling...

i had to study for a test..go catch a movie with friends and/or do lunch with another one..but all that went straight to the bin cos i royally got up onlu at around one..an was then observin junta around me who have made progress by leaps and bounds..
the icing on the cake...however is the fact that i also lost a huge sum of four hundred !!! in one night alone..so it wasnt just me and the time that got wasted..

i am now thus making an official announcement on my blog that now i shall abstain from such vices..an give a break of around a month before the next all night cards party happens..

long live defunct resolutions...especially if they are made on republic day

dilli ki sardi!!

2005-01-23T11:06:00.000-08:00

i think the chill over here deserves a blog...its gotten so cold here that my roomie says there was a whole barrage of ice balls from the heavens above..when it rained..an i would agree..even as i type right now..my fingers are barely budgin..

i think i am also feelin worse cos i have just come back from home..where i was nestled in the comfort of a warm bed..with a hot water bottle..an a nice heater to complete the cozy picture..so the contrast seems even more stark..but thik hai..i have to get used to the hostel back again..

i am feelin a lil blue cos i have missed my chinese sunday dinner for a third week in a row...quite a disaster..since it has been in existence only for three weeks..so that means i really havent gotten around to samplin it..it wahts dreams are made of..

comin back to the subject of the chill..i think that is where from my addiction to chai comes from..soon enuf i shall be linin up for attar singh..our very own in house culinary wizard who shall tempt me with more that just tea...there will be a host of tasy treats lined up...an amazin array of paranthas..from alu to mirchi..an from paneer to anda..i dunt know how i manage to come unscathed from the parantha attack..but i am human only after all..an have many a times succummbed to gastronomical pleasures..no wonder i have actually put on weight after joinin the hostel..sigh...the salvation a humble potato can provide...

comin back to chai..i think it really goes well with a bit of a suut..but then it depends on whether you can afford the ensuing high...
an though i can always afford to be high..i dunt know how well it will go down with my classes tomo..

mebbe plain ol tea will be fine enuf to battle the cold ..an survive the day ..

complemento!!

2005-01-22T11:35:00.000-08:00

my roomie complemented my attire the other day..an i was actually zapped..

not that he doesnt complement me..in fact he does that quite often, but never bout the way i look, in fact i think he secretly doesnt really approve of my dressin sense( not that many do, but thats stuff for another blog)...it always bout the person i am, an qualities that he likes etc..

which is why it came as such a surprize....but then i think black does make any one look all suave..an quite the debonair person!!

talkin bout my roomie..i think he is one person whom i admire for his amazin tolerance levels, the way he deals with me is really somethin..in fact now he has literally heard it all..so he doesnt even get ruffled with my latest escapades...
an the best part is that he is not judgemental..which a lot of people tend to be..

i think i can go on and on bout him..i remember this time when we had gone for a trip togehter to a hill camp..an while walkin he had asked me to count five qualities in him that i really liked..an i did that with consummate ease...an now..come to think of it..i dint mention the above two..

if this is seemin to sound like a eulogy..then be it..cos i strongly beleive that we should let the people we care bout know that we do ..an its important that they know you are always gonna be there to look out for them..

2005-01-19T13:24:00.000-08:00

yaar bina chain kaha re...

2005-01-19T11:21:00.000-08:00

thats right folks..no typo there..was just listenin to this song on my jukebox..and felt maxo nostalgia...we just dunt make them like that any more...do we??
i mean Bappi Da is an institution in himself..and hearing that sexy baritone..which leers and jeers at you at the same time used to an still does send a sensational tingle down my spine...an what lyrics..so unbashedly proclaiming the virtues of love..and urging one to give in to this wonderous and joyous emotion..

cos this life is too short...to live it just for you..but when you feel so powerless...whenever youre gone..say what you want...finding that someone is really important na..dunt you think?? but is it really??
r w going to have vacuous existences till we dunt find that perfect one...what bout those passerbys that we meet in our journey...dunt they count a wee bit??

think bout it..an till then..bappi da for the rescue of those who juz have the music to make them see love...

lucknow musings-I

2005-01-17T11:30:00.000-08:00

At night it gets quite lonely in a sprawling campus. I am refering to the Indian Institute of Management at Lucknow, the hugely famous IIm-L. And being from a smaller campus myself, one can feel the emptiness engulf you at four in the morning. There is a chill in the air, and an uneasy, uncanny aura around the long winding roads. Of course, it could also be the effect of the free booze that had entered my system in the past three hours of so, but I think that was totally negated in the freezing climes.
But I have to admit, that inspite of the chilliness that hung over me like a sword, the warmth of the junta around me was enough to keep me a little cheerful. Plus I had made some new friends, and that always brings new hope( one wonders why, when you know that you shall be leaving soon!!), but i guess thats because its strange comfort to confide in strangers, at least I find it quite a liberating experience.