Kya thakte nahi badal itna baras ke
Phoot kar rone ka maza inhe bhi aata hai
Thodi chid chidahat hawa ke roop mein
Thoda aandhi mein gussa
Bijli mein khaul uthna gusse se
Jo koi na sune to chupke se aansoo bahate hain
Sara ghar sar par to yeh bhi uthate hain
Poora drama hone pe subak subak siskiyan bhi lete hain
Hum bore ho jaayein par ye nahi ho sakte hain
Kya badal baras ke nahi thakte hain?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Why So Serious Son??? Lets Bring A Smile Upon That Face
Heath Ledger (1979-2008)- I only do this because I'm having fun. The day I stop having fun, I'll just walk away - Vanity Fair,August 2000
There are no accidents my friend... every thing is planned somewhere. Every movement is a result of some action that happened somewhere. Nothing dies, it only replenishes to make way for new life. Heath Ledger is immortalized today as 'The Joker' he hasn't died, he will live on forever from now.
A performance that will be remembered for centuries to come. This role was made to immortalize Heath Ledger - Long Live!!!!
Friday, July 25, 2008
get a life
She is back home with bags full of linking road! This happens every month. Its scary to go out with her bcoz her sole purpose of going out is shopping! And the chik who leaves home with one wallet returns with trolley full of trash. She cannot talk about anything but clothes, fashion and beauty and i am exactly the opposite. Nothing in the world can convince me that life is just about spending money. Nothing in the world can convince me that company doesn't matter or there aren't better things to do in life.
The scariest thought for me is to not have like-minded people around me who talk like me, who walk like me. I don't hold any diminutive thoughts for people who like talking all this but how long can one talk about boys, clothes and beauty??? Or perhaps i am not cut for such gentry.
They are all over me, all around me. When they meet their eyes glance over my clothes, my appearance inspecting everything i wear every move i make. Their conversations often begin with 'Aah you'r looking so wotever' and then opening a mutual admiration club and moving on to exchanging shopping details like 'kahan se laayi', do you think i care? Or anybody does for that matter? I get intimidated by such looks, people and places that are only full of superficiality becoz i am a total misfit here. If i sense any bit of it around i seclude instantly. My mind just doesn't supply words to my mouth and i am dumbfounded in the middle of it! Perhaps its a defense mechanism to battle out with the 'other side'. Thats because i do not have great expectations from people, but even then i get disappointed.
Am very very possessive about my environment. I need no change in it coz i can't accept it. I am very comfortable in my skin however rude, sarcastic or freckled it is. In my current scenario i feel totally out of place. I am trying very hard to move out of my shell to break into an unknown territory of 'people on the other side'. They aren't too welcoming either but all i know is i am not ready for this change. For me life is beyond boys, shopping, clothes, beauty and make up. Its about me! Its about my people, my friends, my passion, my dream. However narcissist it may sound, it cannot be driven by circumstances out of my control... the above mentioned peeves all come and go like trends and can never determine my life, any body's life rather.
For all who live a life like that i can only say "all the best, get a life". Right now i am in the middle of no where, trying to find familiarity in total strangeness, longing to have some 'my kind of fun' with 'my kind of people', i hope i am not demanding too much.
The scariest thought for me is to not have like-minded people around me who talk like me, who walk like me. I don't hold any diminutive thoughts for people who like talking all this but how long can one talk about boys, clothes and beauty??? Or perhaps i am not cut for such gentry.
They are all over me, all around me. When they meet their eyes glance over my clothes, my appearance inspecting everything i wear every move i make. Their conversations often begin with 'Aah you'r looking so wotever' and then opening a mutual admiration club and moving on to exchanging shopping details like 'kahan se laayi', do you think i care? Or anybody does for that matter? I get intimidated by such looks, people and places that are only full of superficiality becoz i am a total misfit here. If i sense any bit of it around i seclude instantly. My mind just doesn't supply words to my mouth and i am dumbfounded in the middle of it! Perhaps its a defense mechanism to battle out with the 'other side'. Thats because i do not have great expectations from people, but even then i get disappointed.
Am very very possessive about my environment. I need no change in it coz i can't accept it. I am very comfortable in my skin however rude, sarcastic or freckled it is. In my current scenario i feel totally out of place. I am trying very hard to move out of my shell to break into an unknown territory of 'people on the other side'. They aren't too welcoming either but all i know is i am not ready for this change. For me life is beyond boys, shopping, clothes, beauty and make up. Its about me! Its about my people, my friends, my passion, my dream. However narcissist it may sound, it cannot be driven by circumstances out of my control... the above mentioned peeves all come and go like trends and can never determine my life, any body's life rather.
For all who live a life like that i can only say "all the best, get a life". Right now i am in the middle of no where, trying to find familiarity in total strangeness, longing to have some 'my kind of fun' with 'my kind of people', i hope i am not demanding too much.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sister's Act 1
Words of wisdom from my sister!
> Feel pleasure of Life in every second. Never be 'angry' or 'sad' bcoz every 1minute of anger or sadness you loose 60secs of happiness
> Judge me all you want, just keep the verdict to yourself
> One of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tight is b'coz memories are the only thing that don't change when everyone else does
> We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us
> Don't cry b'coz it over, smile b'coz it happened
> Pay no attention to what the critics say; A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.
All this came last night! Perfect timing i must say. Thank you sister :)
> Feel pleasure of Life in every second. Never be 'angry' or 'sad' bcoz every 1minute of anger or sadness you loose 60secs of happiness
> Judge me all you want, just keep the verdict to yourself
> One of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tight is b'coz memories are the only thing that don't change when everyone else does
> We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us
> Don't cry b'coz it over, smile b'coz it happened
> Pay no attention to what the critics say; A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.
All this came last night! Perfect timing i must say. Thank you sister :)
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
He-Man and the Master's of the Universe
1983, i was 2 yrs old when He Man was first made. I don't remember exactly how old i must've been when i first saw it on tv, i guess i was 7-8. He-Man was the most powerful man in the universe, every time the titles rolled i would smile from ear to ear.
" He-Man, and the master of the universe
I am Adam, Prince of Eternia defender of the secrets of Castle Greyskull.... By the power of GreySkull!!!!"
9am was when Doordarshan aired these cartoons on a Sunday. I woke up early even on Sundays just to catch these. I simply loved it. didn't you have your favorites that you'd never miss? Does anyone remember Fairy Tales on Doordarshan? or My Little Pony... There was Disney Club once and Ducktales and Tales Spin... Oh yeah the Jungle Book... and Potli baba Ki.. and the best TOM & JERRY...those days were bliss! Some yummy sunday special breakfast of scrambled eggs made by my dad, the TV on and time would fly.
I watched cartoons till some 3 years ago until the Japanese cartoon invasion happened and suddenly the dreamland was filled with bloodshed, rude remarks, semi nude female animations and hopeless story lines. I watched a lot of Dexter and Johnny Bravo, Garfield i remember came on then Star Plus english at 6 am and i got up early to see it... i watched roadrunner and almost any cartoon that made me smile. I feel sad for today's generation for not having had the pleasure of watching good quality cartoons these days.
Sad for them who think cartoons are Shin Chan, Ben ten and other trash on tv and think that's the best thing. I miss those days of non-commercialised TV content. The aim then was purely naive unadulterated entertainment. Everything that went on air was quality and extremely high recall, be it chandrakanta, banegi apni baat, neev, yeh jo hai jindagi etc...
Nostalgia is a great way to exercise the mind. Its supreme fun to remember things from the past and re-live the days in a way. We often sit with friends and in conversations the past good things becomes a natural conversation maker. One after the other we would sit and remember 'oh did u see Rajni ka that episode?'... or 'Do u remember that episode of Dexter where Dee Dee presses all the buttons in his lab and destroys it?' ok... can u guess this tune 'hmmm....nanana....lalalahmmmm' and the whole group would be miserable if they din't remember!
Some things become fond memories that stay embedded in our minds forever, that even after disappearing from the face of the earth if emerge in your mind will always bring a smile on your face. The sole purpose of any cartoon is giving us a few moments of stress free time and i hope as they improve quality of animation they also improve the stories and concepts.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Love After Love by Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
My friend sent this to me in my mail today morning. Thanks :D
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Loo La La
I was chatting with my friend last night about how i haven't had the time to read a book at all in the past so many days. So we started talking about how people can manage to read in the Loo even! I guess it the most common habit to read in the loo which i personally detest but i know a lot of people read. I wonder how they manage to read in the loo when they are doing their thing!
A study says that on an average people spend 1.5 yrs of their life in the loo. That is helluva lot of time. But the big question is what do people do in the loo! With 560,000 words, Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace takes the average reader 31 hours to complete.So with men spending an average one hour and 45 minutes on the loo each week and women 85 minutes, we could all read the epic twice a year.
For me, the loo is one place where i know i won't be disturbed. The phone is away, people are outside, there is nothing that one can do until you open the door... its a blissful time of solitude! 45% people in the world hold the same opinion i say...Most creative people get their genius ideas when they are here. One of my friend has a large loo with a book shelf inside!
People have strange loo habits. Kids sing out in the loo, many read books, some play video games, some can paint their nails sitting inside while most paint the loo itself ;-), some talk on phone (disgusting for the other person on phone to listen to obscene sounds), some smoke, some sip tea and some can actually brush their teeth!
While i still reserve my thoughts on loo time usage,i still believe its the most peaceful time in the world and the act, the most relieving! I am a sorta potty fan and i can go on about it for hours. Potty jokes, potty poems potty anything... its not gross really coz its something very natural and if you dont crap, that's a problem! I mean look at how far people can take their potty obsession - I had seen this Toilet restaurant in Taiwan on TV their interior is potty seats, they serve food in bowls in the shape of potty seats, their food is made to LOOK like potty and they serve it like scoops of potty! HAHAHAHA i mean a potty freak like me would be grossed out completely!
There have been numerous books and poetries written about Potty and ages spent on understanding the bliss of it.
Do let me know if you have come across any strange potty habit, i'd love to post it here!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Aaj for a change..
Aaj for a change
Table pe padi book
mujhe ghoor rahi hai
ke kab itne dino se
mude huye panno ko kholungi
kab uski bhi jindagi
uss panne se aagey badhegi
kitne dino se
subah ki chai pi hai
mere sath us book ne
kitni baar mera lunch
Taste kiya hai
roz hi mere kharrato
se apni bhi neend bigadi hai
kahan roz main
padhte padhte neend ko bulati thi
kitni baar kitaab ko ghoor ke socha
ke aaj to bas, khatam hi kar dungi
na jaane kitne phone number
Store kiye hain anginat panno mein
Na jaane kitni baar mere
Phone pe gappe sune hain
Jab bhi yaad rakhna hota mujhe
Kitaab ke kaan marod ke rakh deti
Ke agle din mile wahi panna
Bhool gayi hoon bahut kuch
Padhna, share karna, hasna
Ignore kiya tha book ko
Aaj yaad dila rahi hai sab kuch!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Hadtaal Jaari Hai
Ok is this what they call a writer's block?
i want to write but i can't ... dunno whats blocking my mind. I am told my conscious mind is sleeping but hell so was my sub conscious mind... so tell me what is working? My brain is asleep!!!! really?
i cannot think... i am unable to write... is this a writer's block? how does one unblock this block? Or is this just my mind playing hide n seek?
i want to write but i can't ... dunno whats blocking my mind. I am told my conscious mind is sleeping but hell so was my sub conscious mind... so tell me what is working? My brain is asleep!!!! really?
i cannot think... i am unable to write... is this a writer's block? how does one unblock this block? Or is this just my mind playing hide n seek?
Monday, July 07, 2008
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