Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thank you guys…..

A single rose can be my garden. A single friend my world. Thank you all for all your wonderful wishes.

Last year around this time of the year sitting in some shopping mall I looked at some wonderful couples and thought where would they be after one or possibly two years.

Tonight I am thinking where I was last year and more importantly where would I be after 10 years.

Anyway I am happy that I still have my ass intact thanks to the mercy of my incredibly awesome pals as the weather for my ass is gonna be gloomy this morning.....

Love You fellahs.:)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Just not the monsoon I was waiting for….(Part 4)


There was one a person who made me feel safe,
Held my hand when I began to fall from grace.

This person was my angel, she's the one I miss,
She brought me love and endless happiness.

Why did you have to go please tell me why?
Now I have to drink and do drugs just to get by.

I wish you were here love, I miss you so much,
No one even knows what I would do just for your one single touch.

Why does everyone else get to have there loved ones near
Do they know I'd do anything to have my princess here?

I'm sad and lost girl, won’t you help me find my way?
Will you get rid of the tears I cry each day?

I know the answer and the answer is no,
Coz for me to move on I have to let you go.

Honey I love you and thank you for all you did for me
And I hope someday you will miss me and come back to me.

For all those that have there lovely ladies, hold her tight,
Don’t ever say you hate her even when you fight.

For you never know when she might have to go
And the pain that it brings..... I hope you never have to know.  


Tuesday, October 5, 2010



The day ended usually as it daily happens with some card and booze drinks in the boys hostel. I was thinking of replying to one of my friends message on facebook. I was deeply moved by the content of a mail in my inbox and I thought to share it over here. I squinted through it but believe me I read it again with my glasses on.




In Washington DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes.  During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. 

After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing.  He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.

About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar.  A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.

At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.

At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly.  The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time.  This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.

At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously.  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.  About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over.  No one noticed and no one applauded.  There was no recognition at all.

  No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world.  He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a Stradivarius violin worth $3.5 million dollars.  Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.

This is a true story.  Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the DC Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.

This experiment raised several questions:
      *In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
      *If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
      *Do we recognise talent in an unexpected context?

One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . .

How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

Monday, September 20, 2010



Being a petty member of our human race It just happened to me to brief out something which I feel is a stigma on the face of mankind. And moreover being a part of the civil society I reserve every right to express my concern over the issue.

I hope nobody is going to freak out if I say trust if the most basic requirement for a relation to flourish. We as humans have been bestowed by the almighty several different ways to express our trust. The day I filled out the verbosely designed form for TISCO I took it as a chance to express something that I would like to give back to the society. Society gives us so many things. How do we revert back to it? As the citizens are we trustworthy? Can our words be trusted?

Before commenting anything over this dilemma of mine I would like to share something with you fellahs. I happened to go to my our newly appointed placement officer before the Indian Army interview to get my certificates attested. I was not carrying my original certificates with me. So I requested the professor to countersign my certificates. He simply nodded his head signalling that he was not going to attest the copies under any circumstances. Being a very untidy and careless person I had forgotten to collect my certificates from the college those were submitted at the time of admission. But when I am wrong I accept the fault is mine. But my certificates were genuine. Even a electronics professor tried to convince the stubborn ass by saying that he knows me personally and my certificates were original. But he was rigid. But he didn’t know that no body cares for his uncanny stupid attitude. We are used to ignore such professors as we are NITPians. And I could attend the interview without any attestation required.

The point I want to make over here is that why is the value of a man’s word so low. He could have had faith in me and countersigned my certificates as it was only a formality. But the ever so growing cases of forgery, fraud and corruption have forced our authorities to have there balls in their throat. They are scared.

Leave my case talking about the general life. If a man at the railway station comes to you and seeks some help saying that his wallet has been stolen. 95 % among us would walk away pretending that we don’t care and as if the guy seeking help is a beggar or a criminal. What if your son, brother or somebody close happens to be stranded in a metropolis and be mistreated like dirt? YEAH that’s where the weak link is. Had I been the ward of some professor or the dean the Placement officer would have attested my certificates without even caring for whether they are true copies or the the scanned ones.

So my dilemma is why has the value of our words  declined so much. Even if it comes to making relations. Why are we scared in getting committed? Just because we don’t trust our partner as much as we should. And why wouldn’t we be scared when we can’t rule out the chances of being betrayed at some point of time. Even the strongest of the relations get screwed up because of petty issues and minor misunderstandings. Even I couldn’t fathom it how this dog’s summer whistled passed sweeping all the greens from the olive rendering me pale and devastated. Even I never could imagine how my words were not worth it.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Independence Day: A Lump in my throat

This special day is once again upon us, swelling our hearts with pride as we try to manoeuvre our way through traffic diversions (to make way for the iconic appearances of our political and bureaucratic bigwigs) amid the loudspeakers blaring out patriotic songs—some of them almost as old as our freedom. There is always a lump in my throat as I bow my head, saluting the national tricolour on this momentous day when India awoke to freedom as the rest of the world slept.

Alas! We seem to have gone back to a deep independence induced slumber, rising bleary eyed occasionally, on days like this one today, and going back to a state of blissful ineptitude for the rest of the year. Independence Day seems to have become like any other special day dedicated to specific causes – Mother’s Day, Teacher’s Day, Doctor’s Day, Environment Day ....the list is endless. But isn’t Independence Day a bit different from all these? Isn’t it a heady combination of all of them and many more? Unless we are efficient administrators, loving parents, dedicated teachers and doctors and responsible, law abiding citizens, we have no right to rejoice in our freedom.

We freed ourselves physically from the much touted tyranny of the British Raj 63 years ago. But we are yet to gain independence from the insensitive and parochial attitude of our own leaders—be they political, religious or social. As long as people are deprived of two square meals a day, the powers-to-be pilfer the natural wealth of country to fill their own coffers in the name of development, women (and men) are killed in the name of family prestige, hatred is fomented in the name of religion, and lawlessness becomes a synonym for power, we cannot call ourselves independent or free.

The India- Pakistan Peace March and candle light processions for solidarity are laudable initiatives of the civil society seeking peaceful solutions to fiery problems. But the ideas of peaceful coexistence propagated by them have to be imbibed in spirit and not be lost as rhetoric. These efforts have to become more than a ritual. They have to become our way of life.

The real freedom of the spirit, which the Mahatma wanted to instil in us, is still eluding us, or perhaps we are yet not strong enough to imbibe it in our thoughts words and actions. Freedom from want and desire may be too tall an order. But at least we can tread this path carefully and remember that ‘My freedom ends where someone else’s begins’. Only if we could try to live by this credo, there would be no female foeticides, no inhuman subjugation of the weak, and no atrocities on innocent citizens.
There is a lot to be proud of, and yet, a lot of shame needs to be wiped off from all around us, the Commonwealth Games notwithstanding.


Sunday, August 8, 2010

Branch X 2KY SAGA

At first I thought to title the draft as the MECHANICAL 2K7 SAGA. But somehow my inner self did lighten up my thoughts and I renamed it to what the copy in your hands read. The reason behind this was simply this is not just about one single branch and also not about one single batch. This thing can happen to anyone. Maybe some of our beloved junior would get so much frustrated with the so incompetent college administration that he might take up some action really drastic. And let you fellahs be warned that even on that day you would be able to do nothing. But one thing that you can be sure of that college administration will issue a threatening notice, as it is used to, addressed to those who come in support for the victim. Also one thing I should tell you is that while writing this I have tried to be as calmed down and tried going really easy. In fact I have written this half heartedly because had I written in my only known verse to me, I am scared I would have ended up in the worst DISCO in this world. Also I would have had shit thrashed out of that pschycic prof. One reason is also I didn’t feel like being booed away by lovely ladies crowd.


I don’t know why everyone in this college is so more familiar with this insane word. Maybe the reason is so obvious.’ There isn’t one’. Had there been any system in the college the so more precious careers of 21 wanna-be-engineers would have been saved. But we just kept running from chambers to chambers and guess what the hideous demons working under the covers of this pet word SYSTEM kept literally humiliating us. One thing that utterly freaks me out that do you go to your HOD, who is supposed to be your first mentor, to hear this lame excuse that “I can’t help”? He somehow forwards your application with so clear goose bumps to the Dean, Academics. And then you have to hear it again. “I wish I could help son”. What the fuck???

The biggest disappointment is the Director. Oh c’mon man you are sitting on an esteemed chair of a DIRECTOR. This is a deemed university. You have all the power in that green ink of yours that is supposed to be used to save the asses of the masses. Especially when you know this prof has deliberately detained the students.

One thing I am most impressed about that prof is that he has shown to us what one single prof can do with your life and how powerful his pen is. And these masked demons of this whole fucked up system (HOD, Dean, Director) have shown what it really means to be a coward. Or in more appropriate terms what it really mean to be incompetent.

I would give them an advice, please step down from your respective chairs if you can hear the voices of your inner soul and it is as dirty as your actions are.



Saturday, August 7, 2010



…As I remember You

I pictured your Gorgeous Eyes looking at me so Passionately,

And Tender, that they whispered to my soul.


…As I remember You

I remembered when your Lips first Oh! so sweetly caressed mine.

And I knew I was in Love.


…As I remember You

I closed my eyes and thanked god for leading me up to you,

And for giving me such a Precious Gift of Love.


…As I remember You

I couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t have You,

Because My Life began when my Heart met Yours.





Sunday, August 1, 2010



“I still feel the same way as I felt earlier, honey. And believe me I have always felt the same and have never tried to play numbers on you.  Will you be mine again? Only if you wish to. You just have to take one step further and trust me.”

And guess what the reply came as spontaneously as it could ever get. “No”, she said in a very known low pitch voice wearing a melancholic smile. It felt like the divine arrow I had shot to pour down the rain of love in my otherwise deserted life was a misfire and in fact had hit me millions times fiercely.

I simply turned back and walked away. Smiling as if consoling myself that it wasn’t me who talked to her. Maybe someone did love her more. I walked out of the mall and took my car and drove as fast as I could. I was smiling may be at myself. OMG I was being a gross. I hated myself for a while but after that it was alright. only for a moment. As it has been for the last eight long years. Not a single day has passed that I haven’t missed her. Not a single achievement of mine has gone celebrated without being shared with her what if only in memories. I still walk with the same passport size photograph of hers in my wallet because I didn’t find anyone better. Its not that I didn’t try. I tried to move on and found going impossible. Every girl I dated was different and of course great. But none of them was like my WONDERGIRL.

I stopped at a place unknown to me. I tried to breathe easy and tried to hide the tears of a clown. Remembering some of the golden days of my life. Every single kiss that set my soul on vibrations, every single glimpse of her majestic beauty that had a aura of its own, every single movie that I saw with her seemed more meaningful, every single moment that we had together was like playing in front of my eyes. The more I tried to console myself more I got entangled in the clutches of her memories. It was like having no way out. I cried as usual as harder as I tried not to.

I decided that there is only one single way to get out of this. I drove harder and rushed to a liquor store at the end of the lane. Took a full JD. And called up some of my closest of pals and told them to come at my place and we would have a blast. Of course I didn’t tell them what exactly happened today as I left sharing things to anybody way back since she left me.

I sometimes ponder over this that I have real high profile job that million people would die for, I have a long smashing car which is high on the wish-list of anyone, I have a big house, I have a number of friends and some of then are really true fellahs. But still why I miss having that special some one.

Anyway I was on my way back home. The speedometer ticked as fast as it could. This song of Rehat Fateh Ali khan ‘ KINNA SOHNA TENU RAB NE BANAYA, JI KARE WEKHDA RAWA…’…..was playing on full volume.

The more I tried to run faster the more I felt being ensnared in her memories. OMG what is happening to me. Why am i shivering



I wish my epitaph read,



Monday, July 19, 2010


DG here is nothing scary. In fact she is too pretty and of course too sweet to handle. You might need to skim through the last post to know what this entity means.


For the past few months,

I am having scary dreams,

Better call them nightmares,

They kind of haunt me,

They scare me,

They sometimes make me pee,

Well definitely not literally,

But certainly they are macabre.


She is a girl, a pretty girl,

She haunts me,

The scary part, she kisses me,

She is a vampire,

She sucks the life out of me,

She tries to kill me,


But I think she loves me,

Oh hell, save me somebody,


Everyday I get up,

With a new hope to forget the nightmare,

I fight with my mind,

I fight with my dream,


The dream that once made me proud,

That once made me smile,

That once made me forget all the pain,

That once sailed me through disdain,


As the clock ticks dusk,

I feel blown up like husk,

I start feeling it was just another day,

I give you my life, for a few years of hay,




I could have completed this draft by now but…………I certainly will some other day….!!@@!!

Sunday, July 18, 2010



This is for you sir for you asked me to elaborate better-than-my-dream-girl.So here it goes:-

MY heart sees what it wants.
MY heart chooses between what’s good and bad.
MY heart complains when feeling beaten or lost.
MY heart needs what it wants.

So for me the agenda is to have a lady around my neck which in every manner has to be different. But the issue is BTMDG( let’s call her BTMDG for a better future reference) has a real big shoes to fill in. She has to be everything what my dream girl(let’s call her DG) isn’t. 

This will serve two purposes. This will somehow ensnare me in thoughts distant from the thoughts I am already sick of. Also it will help me set a benchmark to build upon DG’s shortcomings. So that I get a flawless issue. Mustn’t be from UK, height more than 5’6 and blah blah….(of course Latino, broad smile, curvy and independent included)….. are some of the prerequisites. The thing of utmost importance is the ULTRA SUPERLATIVE THING. There are many chicks who can be branded as one of the best on the earth. But my quest this time is for the better than the best. Also she has the job of making me feel a lucky ass. Broadly telling BTMDG is not any advanced version of my DG. But she will be a completely newer issue. Its more like maths.


BTM—Better Than Me….which is not impossible but definitely tough. So A TOUGH NUT TO CRACK. 




My heart sees you.
My heart chose you as good.
My heart never complains.
My heart surely got what it wanted.


I will always miss you. But I don’t want to. But I am helpless. You had a very small space for me in your heart so I AM SORRY…I got in there but JUST COULDN’T FIT IN DERE. <3<3<3<3

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Just not the monsoon I was waiting for…(part-3)


Is it wrong to love you if you’re so far away?
To wish to hold you and ask if you’re okay?
When I call and you’re not there, it hurts,
I wonder if this relationship will work.
Day after day I remember your beautiful face,
And feel inspired to go on in the chase.
I love you so much, so much till I cry,
On the phone I hear your saddened sigh.
What do you see in me? You tell.
This is a love that could never be.
I’m here and you’re there, and you f***in’ hate me,
Stop calling. Its over. Just live without me.
I cry and cry, day after day, night after night,
Hoping and praying that you may change your mind.

I LOVE YOU GAL…………!!@@!!



It occurred to me kind of mysteriously after reading a newsletter from Washington Post and getting to know how JUSTIN BIEBER shot to fame after his mom posted his video on YOUTUBE and after a series of events that got triggered he got to perform at the White House. He is can you believe it more famous than Jesus at least on Twitter, and fellaz ….he is just 16.

LADY GAGA beat MADONNA in her own game. And sold more than 8 million copies of her latest album and 2o million of her singles, all thanks to her 2.8 million Twitter followers and more than 5.2 million Facebook fans.

Welcome to the new world.Generations come and generations go and they leave there impact on this world. The generation of Baby Boomers is retiring and a whole new, totally different one is emerging, ready to take on the world.


Even in INDIA we see SANIA MIRZA( considering the bright side of her), SAINA NEHWAL,IRFAN PATHAN, DARSHEEL SAFARI and the list goes on. They are winning everywhere and cashing in a hell lot of moolah, riding a hell lot of fame. They are making their country, their state, their city, their parents PROUD.

In fact, they seem to be popping-up everywhere. The latest ad of INTEL in a way mimics the thought process of this generation.

The tagline goes-“They come from around the world. then they go out and change it”. INTEL: SPONSERS OF TOMORROW.

The ad encases the role of these younger minds in solving tomorrow’s biggest challenges. Even scientist are getting younger. Moving over old, wild Einstein, the image of a new scientist is a cool, smart kid! They are MILLENNIAL.

A few years ago you saw them fly past you in cars driven by their parents with the ‘Baby on Board’ stickers on them. A research by PEWS Research tells that this is the most educated generation and with a large spending power and a lot of brand awareness. They grew up with computers, mobiles, iPods & Xbox. They like to live on internet with big families. They are multi-taskers. They check the website before going the market. This generation is very hard working, talented, confident and a lot more connected and open to change.

This new Millennial generation of ours which seems to have no time to waste. If aliens may not be as sweet as ‘E.T.’ or ‘Jaadoo’ according to Stephen Hawkins, for they may rip our earth apart for their own good, so are we great for friends and for foes…BEWARE..

So what’s there in store for us ahead? For a generation that is extremely Tech-savvy, doesn’t care much about ethics. For a generation that’s expert in multi-tasking, prefers to climb Mount Everest than doing summer jobs. YES we DRINK but for fun not abuse.

Older folks if we call them Baby Boomers as they belong to that league from 1950’s they have being calling the shots till now.

In a bigger picture:-

The Boomers lived by: Just do it!!!

The Gen Xers( mid-age fellahs) lived by: Why do it!!!

And guess what it’s us the Millennial who live by: We did it!!!

We are here to be bang on target and live our big size life. We are not used to take NO as an answer.


Saturday, July 10, 2010

Just not the monsoon I was waiting for…(part-2)

I wish you would call
I know I said I never wanted to see you again 
You know I didn’t deliberately do that
But I wish you would miss me
I wish you would damn the consequences and call me
I wish I were on your mind as you so obviously are on mine
Yeah yeah I know I said I wanted you gone
I still do, but I wish you'd try to change my mind
I want you, want you really bad
Want you out of my head, but here with me
Want to hear your voice and see your face
I really really wish you would call…..


Just not the monsoon I was waiting for…

It's raining.
it's cold.
and am missing you.
call me,
for just a minute,
don't even speak,
just let me hear you breathing on the phone.
and i will feel warm again!


Wednesday, July 7, 2010



I just looked around
And I found you right beside me
Looked at me too...
But, you seem so far...

I still used to talk and laugh with you.
Things between you and me flow in the same way as before.
But I don't know if there's still love in you...
Just assuming you do love me too, like I do...

You always come closer to me.
You always do me a favour.
You make me feel important.
And I feel that we still have the things we had in the past,

Though it's not...

Thinking of those things, I want you to hug me again.
I want to feel your embrace to warm these cold feelings of mine...
and I just want to say,


Monday, March 29, 2010

Will Patna ever be able to own an IPL franchisee….


IPL as written is just taken as a mirror to showcase the inner view of the much hoopla about this city advancing its assets by leaps and bounds.

So for me personally the question remains “Is the city really developing? ”.  Last time the city had hosted an international fixture was way too long ago with kind of un-smoothe going. Even the states have started  having possession of multiple franchisees. But as far as i can see with zero infrastructural advancement visible how is it possible for some magnate to buy a team for the state. The only sphere in which the states has been able to produce bigwigs is the politics. And leave behind the case of buying an IPL representation they have not been able to shell out a penny for all the masses who have powered to positions they hold.  These assholes can shell out huge sums for arranging rallies across the states for creating divides among those same masses based on cultural or religious lines. Why the fuck they cant concentrate on the developmental work as they pledge out while taking oaths for the big positions in the central or state cabinets? Even if they use the public funds to buy IPL team for the state i am sure the team name would be PATNA POLITICOS. lol…

Anyway this would mean deviating away from the things and the issues that come out when you read between the IPL lines if i go on cursing them for the Yuck they have made out of a gem province. 

The thing is that no renowned face would ever buy the thing for us.Why would they when it take fucking ten years to complete some project here then another ten just to come out of the controversies related and do the inauguration.

Okay if i have been boring you people in this text hear is some fun added to it just for you guys.  Also it would be kind of pun as it would bring out some sense.

Many of us would have watched the match that was played between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Super Kings.  There were many bolly-starlets in the stands to cheer for their team. Mainly visible to me as far as i could see were Farhan Akhtar, Geeta Basra, Arjun Rampal,Kunal Kapoor and many more. Imagine a team of our state playing on its home turf in the Moin-ul-Haq stadium.

Let the team be PATNA POLITICOS. Then the in the celeb stands the people there to support the home team would be the famous who’s who. Cheering the the team would be the Laloos, the Paswans, the Nitishes and other mafias. As imaginable with the location of the stadium sand-witched between the politicos and the mafias there would be a huge mass of misled students who’s immense enthusiasm has never been tapped to end up with something constructive but has always been pioneered in some kind of wrongdoing. One possibility is also there of having a stand for the setters providing easy access for the students to get themselves registered for the upcoming entrance exams and thus earn some easy cash. Then there is also possibility of having few policemen as security measures as in Patna security is of least concern as everyone is self secured.

But one thing is for sure the match atmosphere would be great and electric. Specially for the match against the Mumbai

Not to forget about the team composition the team would fill in as per the government qouta system with some Paswan craving for more and more moslem and mahadalits inclusion.

And believe me the match would definetly be a hit being the last match in the IPL history with IPL banned forever in future as some mishap would always be on the cards being the most happening thing to have occurred on a cricketing turf .

I wonder when would these assholes grow up and when fuck would the great mass of a gem province wake up from the sleep induced to them by these so political demigods.

Why don’t you people understand they can never be your well wisher fellahs.You have to develop in your minds to be a big developed state.

Grow up Patna!!@@!!

Till then i am also feeling lil drowsy.


Monday, March 1, 2010

The worst holi of ma life…

Holi is a fest of colors filling in various hues in the already colorless lives of ours. But this time around it was more of a day which nobody wishes to come across.

The day filled with gaudy loudspeakers all over the city making a brouhaha. In our lane I saw people taking the shit out of the sewer lines and throwing on every passer-by. The sheer fear of being a victim to these critures I couldn’t dare to step out of ma flat and thus chose to stay in there. I even couldn’t even go to ma relatives to kept calling all day long.

Ma mom was the sole saviour in this bitching world to be with me all day be it on the phone. Tried calling some close friends but everyone had only the time enough to say ‘HAPPY HOLI’ and get the reply ‘SAME TO YOU’.  Anyway i shouldn’t be complaining as everyone have there priorities and well the day was Holi so why to miss the chance to enjoy the thrill of playing colors with family and near and dear ones.

So the day passed by I only did one thing except sleeping was browsing the net, checking the tweets and facebook updates.

Although i came out of ma shell in the evening and rode to some of the buddies who spent the day just like me with Amit and Sourin and then we went for a little walk around the college campus which was a den all day long for the college guys who were drunk and did dig out the college fountain.

Alcohol was the only thing in the atmosphere. And guess was i was so frustrated that even on this day i could think of this thing only. Me and Amit set out on our bike to HAZIPUR to get the ultimate thing. We took the bottles and believe me the day was so  frustrating that we even didn’t drink. I remember not being able to consume even one single peg.

So we finally came to the conclusion that nothing could happen today so we better go to bed just like the way we spent our daytime. So thus I went to bed at 12. Before sleeping I tried calling someone only to find the number being switched off. Thus ended the worst Holi of my life till now.

But i am happy to find that solitude is the only weakness that I have and that’s the sole thing that could lead to a downfall. I remember going frenzy at times that day.



We went to bed hoping to have a better day the next dawn.

Guess what Harsh’s(ma friend) dad is coming today and I fucking have to clean up the mess with Amit. Wiping out the cigarette filters and disposing off the RC bottles are some of the jobs on hand. So off for now.


Moral Policing Vs Vulgarity


I've been thinking about writing a post titled 'Beware of the MTV culture'. MTV makes violence seem to be ordinary. Alright, you might argue that they condemned the physical violence on Roadies and on Splitsvilla, but why should they show fights and arguments as the "highlights" from the next episode. I like to watch these fights, I must confess. But that does not mean I condone such blatant display of violence. No, the MTV culture must not be allowed to propagate.
Which brings me to my next point. I am NOT engaging in moral policing. What happens with Raj Thackeray and the mockery on each Valentine's Day is absolutely condemnable.
But let me ask you this: When you see couples in Buddha garden showing a Public Display of Affection, do you support it? Do you support Akshay Kumar getting unbuttoned on the ramp? I mean, I still think that the person who filed a PIL against Kumar is wanting publicity. But I still feel that what Kumar did was not right. I don't want him to apologise. I just want him to know that it was not right. Alright, your brand is called 'unbuttoned', but if you show Kumar unbuttoning on stage, do you mean to say that people who wear that brand of jeans should be unbuttoned? Oh come on, there are better ways to sell your wares than to engage on obscenity.
I have always opposed aping of the west. But unfortunately, that is what mostly happens. Why should we compare Bollywood films to those from Hollywood? Why not judge them on their own merit (or the lack of it, if you ask me)? Does somehow have to speak English the way the Americans or the Britons do? Since we are the largest English-speaking community in the world (or at least second), why should we not have our own distinctive style of English. But you know what, we actually do. We insert expletives (the really dirty Hindi ones) in our English sentences to make it more 'effective'. What is wrong, people? Are we losing faith in our language that we need to put in expletives to make our point more effective?
Perhaps we're already on a path from which there is no return. We're denegerating and there is no escaping it. But every big movement begins with a small step. And so shall a reformation.

MTV is leading the brigade of channels which have launched horribly amoral shows like Splitsvilla, The Fast and the Gorgeous, G-Talk, and Roadies (although to be fair, not THAT they deserve any fairness, Roadies is the lesser of all these evils).
All that the producers of these shows see is that in the West, shows like Punked, The Real World, Big Brother, Yo Mamma, etc etc rake in the TRPs.. and so they make up all these Indian counterparts and thrust it on an unsuspecting audience.
AND OF COURSE WE'LL WATCH IT! Very few of us are able to keep our eyes turned away. I myself, while surfing, land on MTV, and get stuck. I watch the whole show in some sort of twisted trance, and the moment the show ends, I literally just get up and walk off with a bad taste in my mouth and glazed look in my eyes. And yet I'll be back the next time the show is on air.
Now I'm not a fan of ruthless censorship, but something needs to be done here. Because clearly the Indian audience is too weak to to take a stand in their living rooms.

Grow up guys…

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Entering a new world of boredom…

It seems like weather has changed, temperature just got tad hotter. Holi is near. Almost everyone left us in this jungle. Those left like me are trying to win back their  jolly days by serious heavy drinking and repeated ‘Hazipur’ trips. Yesterday even a trip to Excise department was not able to hamper our pugnacious self to be able to deny ourselves a trip to heaven after the sun sets  ‘HAZIPUR’.

It started as it always does. Shashank calling me “bhai daru piyega, ghar pe akele hain mann ni lag raha.” (bro would you like to drink, am alone at home and not feeling at home) .

Anyway we did enjoy d trip. A rather unusual as Shashank for the very first time i know gave away the keys without even thinking once…

Dude d way we consume alcohol makes me feel for the day when we would have had consumed every drop of alcohol on this earth and our kidneys lost….

Anyway hope this phase gets over soon….so a proper mental state gets restored… for now its full of boredom…


Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Lonely Bird

She could not fly , she did not cry,
She went on living as ever.
She did not sigh, she could not die,
And sing she did never.

In isolation far far away.
It lived a life downtrodden.
Her friends never wandered her way ,
And the bird felt quite forgotten.

She saw the other birds flying,
She saw them sing and chirp.
But no one saw her dying,
And no one came to her.

A bear, a toad, a croc, a pig,
Did live near the bird.
But they were different, they were big,
From them she rarely heard.

She had all one wants, all one desired,
But what she wanted was company .
She was respected, she was admired,
But what she wanted was pity.

Her life was good, it fell apart,
When the birds left her.
She dropped tears and lightened her heart,
Ah ! Pieces of diamond they were.

They said it had the best voice,
They wanted to hear her sing.
But they were left with no choice,
When the bird refused to sing.

She gradually grew sick,
Her feathers fell out.
They knew she heard the clock tick,
Of which they had no doubt.

Abysmally she had lived,
And abysmally she died.
Many came to see her,
But none of them cried.

Such is the irony of life,
Life is rarely lived.
Half of it is spent in strife,
And half in pursuit of it.