Its amazing how something that was a big deal for days together, when it is over..or when it just doesn't work out they imagined way just turns into nothing.
All the excitement, the enthusiasm, the expectations become nullified in an instant.
In a way dreams rarely ever turn into reality, cause if they did why would they be dreams in the first place. Then again, if they never become real why dream at all?
Perhaps sometimes, the fun of it all is in the excitement, the
expectations, in dreaming those impossible dreams; in being brave to want something that may not happen.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Change is a reality....
The faces that were a norm fade away into deep corners of memory. New surroundings take control and over time become normal. Once in a while an unexpected tidal wave, brings about new breezes. The scent of old memories take over. The surroundings become hazy as the sweetness in the air consumes everything. For a few moments, life just goes back a few years. The rest of the day is spent in this dazzling unreality of past and present together at the same time!
Friday, August 31, 2007
gripes nd likes.. on trivialities..
irritated with how people misuse public toilets
amused by how people talk with actions on the phone " can you find it..its in that cupboard..its sqaure" the guy draws out a sqaure shape with his hands..
I feel like telling the guy, I can see it..but the guy at the other end clearly cannot!
feel good when strangers on the road make it a point to say hello and smile..
amazed how the right song on the radio can change the mood in the room for the better..
still find it fascinating when there is sudden burst of rain from the sky..and the whole scenery blushes in greenery.
I decided that the cover of a book can decide whether i will pick it and browse through it.. so that one cover can make or break its sales..by a lot if there are more readers like me!
First impressions dissolve into oblivion when you really get to know a person. And even though you were not wrong about your first impression, they are only a small part of their character.
There are some people in this world..when you look at them you know they are nice..that you would have to dig hard to find anything bad about them...
And one fly moving across the screen can make blogging tedious!!!!!!!
amused by how people talk with actions on the phone " can you find it..its in that cupboard..its sqaure" the guy draws out a sqaure shape with his hands..
I feel like telling the guy, I can see it..but the guy at the other end clearly cannot!
feel good when strangers on the road make it a point to say hello and smile..
amazed how the right song on the radio can change the mood in the room for the better..
still find it fascinating when there is sudden burst of rain from the sky..and the whole scenery blushes in greenery.
I decided that the cover of a book can decide whether i will pick it and browse through it.. so that one cover can make or break its sales..by a lot if there are more readers like me!
First impressions dissolve into oblivion when you really get to know a person. And even though you were not wrong about your first impression, they are only a small part of their character.
There are some people in this world..when you look at them you know they are nice..that you would have to dig hard to find anything bad about them...
And one fly moving across the screen can make blogging tedious!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
printed impressions
Aren't books the most wondeful things in the world? I hope that the printed word never goes out of fashion, even as I type this up and realize there is almost zero chance these words ever getting printed :) but hopefully some chance of being read!
I was sitting in the public library today and realized that what boon it is to any given community to be able to afford a free library. Why, you don't even ever have to take stuff home. You can basically sit there all day and read everything, from newspapers to magazines, fiction to how to do..help books. Anything and everything.
I used to read a lot of Louis L'amour stories and the heroes were all self educated, learned men.
In particular I would be facinated by the fact that a person could know a lot without ever stepping into a school. It struck me today that if you have access to libraries then you just need to become literate to become educated.
If educated means being aware of the surroundings, to know what is going on in the world, the ability to learn more and more then its just a few meters away! And any man, woman and child can be educated at will free of cost!
I was sitting in the public library today and realized that what boon it is to any given community to be able to afford a free library. Why, you don't even ever have to take stuff home. You can basically sit there all day and read everything, from newspapers to magazines, fiction to how to do..help books. Anything and everything.
I used to read a lot of Louis L'amour stories and the heroes were all self educated, learned men.
In particular I would be facinated by the fact that a person could know a lot without ever stepping into a school. It struck me today that if you have access to libraries then you just need to become literate to become educated.
If educated means being aware of the surroundings, to know what is going on in the world, the ability to learn more and more then its just a few meters away! And any man, woman and child can be educated at will free of cost!
Saturday, July 14, 2007
nasha yeh pyar ka nasha hai :)
Kudos to Amit Paul! He made a song which I barely remember, into a memorable song. Now, I was all set to forward his singing on todays episode of Indian Idol 3, for I cannot remember him ever making an impression.
No offence to Udit Narayan, but this chap made the song come to life. The scale changes, and the soft voice, it was so good that even Alisha Chenoi asked for an encore.
Its amazing how good singing can bring life into simplest of songs. I have to admit I have heard him sing three times already and felt compelled to write this.
As an aside, well not quite an aside but an add on, Ankita Mishra (the wild card of Indian idol 3) actually has managed to impress with her performance on the (what I would call "Sideiest ) very generic songs. She has a style which gets attention, whether that qualifies to make her a playback singer I don't know.
Of course given the structure of Indian Idol and all of these singing competetions, more often than not who sings well or performs well rarely is connected to who wins. So let us see, cause I was really disappointed with the results from last year!
Meanwhile, both Star TV and of Zee TV (the originator of singing competetion Sa re ga ma pa) have a corresponding show, which very often showcases a higher quality singing talent. Its really hard to follow all of them simulateneously so I have stayed loyal to Indian Idol. Partly because of the ease of getting hold of the videos !
For the uninitated, you can watch Amit Paul in the Part 12 of the July 13th episode on
http://indianidolclips.blogspot.com/
PS: For those who expected something else on reading the title..I apologize ;)
No offence to Udit Narayan, but this chap made the song come to life. The scale changes, and the soft voice, it was so good that even Alisha Chenoi asked for an encore.
Its amazing how good singing can bring life into simplest of songs. I have to admit I have heard him sing three times already and felt compelled to write this.
As an aside, well not quite an aside but an add on, Ankita Mishra (the wild card of Indian idol 3) actually has managed to impress with her performance on the (what I would call "Sideiest ) very generic songs. She has a style which gets attention, whether that qualifies to make her a playback singer I don't know.
Of course given the structure of Indian Idol and all of these singing competetions, more often than not who sings well or performs well rarely is connected to who wins. So let us see, cause I was really disappointed with the results from last year!
Meanwhile, both Star TV and of Zee TV (the originator of singing competetion Sa re ga ma pa) have a corresponding show, which very often showcases a higher quality singing talent. Its really hard to follow all of them simulateneously so I have stayed loyal to Indian Idol. Partly because of the ease of getting hold of the videos !
For the uninitated, you can watch Amit Paul in the Part 12 of the July 13th episode on
http://indianidolclips.blogspot.com/
PS: For those who expected something else on reading the title..I apologize ;)
Monday, June 25, 2007
exagggggggeration
"its not even between 10.3 and 10.4..." this voices keeps insisting loudly in the coffee shop.
"When are people going to realize, that this is a study envoirnment for most of us regulars here",
I think to myself.
Can't help wondering though how that conversation must be going as I move out of his voice zone with my headphones. Perhaps, he will say next
" Its not even between 10.35 and 10.4. And when you do this again, you find its not even between 10.355 and 10.4 ! ............"
Naturally the next thing to remind ourselves here is that the best story tellers are ones, who know exactly how many times to repeat a particular thought. Who know how many times is enough to
explain the gravity of the situation and yet not loose attention of the audience.
At the thought..I go back to my books leaving you my unknown (possibly non=existant) audience to ponder over what you think makes a good story teller!
"When are people going to realize, that this is a study envoirnment for most of us regulars here",
I think to myself.
Can't help wondering though how that conversation must be going as I move out of his voice zone with my headphones. Perhaps, he will say next
" Its not even between 10.35 and 10.4. And when you do this again, you find its not even between 10.355 and 10.4 ! ............"
Naturally the next thing to remind ourselves here is that the best story tellers are ones, who know exactly how many times to repeat a particular thought. Who know how many times is enough to
explain the gravity of the situation and yet not loose attention of the audience.
At the thought..I go back to my books leaving you my unknown (possibly non=existant) audience to ponder over what you think makes a good story teller!
Friday, June 22, 2007
Get those moles out. Got to dig 'em roads..
Recently I have been complaining to my friends how the muncipality (county management...whats the word people here in US?) is not very different.
My friends argue .."oh its different, look at the powerful machines they have? In India they would have 50 people working on it!"
I argue back, saying "Oh but they have 5 people staring at the machine digging the road!"
Agreed, thats not much of an arguement, cause they do get things done faster here. But you cannot disagree with me when I tell you that they really like to work on the roads, as they do in Bombay!
Take for instance this road I walk by everyday to work. In last 5 years they have dug it up three times for sure. For various reasons. They dig to put new electric cables..
they dig to beautify the road...and my god...the latest..They dig to make the road NARROWER!!!
My friends argue .."oh its different, look at the powerful machines they have? In India they would have 50 people working on it!"
I argue back, saying "Oh but they have 5 people staring at the machine digging the road!"
Agreed, thats not much of an arguement, cause they do get things done faster here. But you cannot disagree with me when I tell you that they really like to work on the roads, as they do in Bombay!
Take for instance this road I walk by everyday to work. In last 5 years they have dug it up three times for sure. For various reasons. They dig to put new electric cables..
they dig to beautify the road...and my god...the latest..They dig to make the road NARROWER!!!
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Shallow waters run deep
"No depth, very shallow!", the traveller proclaimed after stirring the "stream" water with his feet. Techinically it was possibly not a stream. But as far as he could see there was water in both directions. He decided to break his journey at this particular patch near water, where there was more vegetation.
The cool breeze blowing across the water brought relief from the hot mid-afternoon sun. He opened his bag and took out a few pieces of bread with pickles he had packed for lunch.
He spent the next hour gazing at the stream munching on his lunch slowly. Once in a while a fish would look up to him from the water. The fish got excited when he threw bread crumbs into water. Once in a while a bird would sweep past the surface of the water, preying on the fishes.
The activity around the stream increased as time was closing in on sundown.
More bird swoops, more fishes travelling across the stream. Other gentile animals he could see across the stream from him, drinking water from the stream.
Time passed and, soon darkness had surrounded him. He sighed and set up his tent right there. The sigh was more to signify the speed of time passing then from being stranded at near the stream for the night.
As far as he knew there weren't any wild dangerous animals in that part of the country. All night through, he observed and heard life around him.
Next morning as he set off on his journey again, he sat down near the stream to fill up his bottle with fresh water. He stirred the stream with his hand and let the water settle before he took a dab at it. As he stood up to leave, he glanced at the stream. "Shallow waters can run deep after all!"
The cool breeze blowing across the water brought relief from the hot mid-afternoon sun. He opened his bag and took out a few pieces of bread with pickles he had packed for lunch.
He spent the next hour gazing at the stream munching on his lunch slowly. Once in a while a fish would look up to him from the water. The fish got excited when he threw bread crumbs into water. Once in a while a bird would sweep past the surface of the water, preying on the fishes.
The activity around the stream increased as time was closing in on sundown.
More bird swoops, more fishes travelling across the stream. Other gentile animals he could see across the stream from him, drinking water from the stream.
Time passed and, soon darkness had surrounded him. He sighed and set up his tent right there. The sigh was more to signify the speed of time passing then from being stranded at near the stream for the night.
As far as he knew there weren't any wild dangerous animals in that part of the country. All night through, he observed and heard life around him.
Next morning as he set off on his journey again, he sat down near the stream to fill up his bottle with fresh water. He stirred the stream with his hand and let the water settle before he took a dab at it. As he stood up to leave, he glanced at the stream. "Shallow waters can run deep after all!"
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Parental Guidance (PG)
This post is long due..and since am writing it at a point when I don't remember anything but the basic thought.. pardon the lack of flow.
Been watching tonnes of Gilmore girls over the past few months until I couldnt lay my hands on any new seasons! For the uninitiated this is a series on WB about a mother daughter relationship. The premise is that Lorelai Gilmore got preganant when she still in high school. She brought up her daughter Rory on her own without marrying Rory's mother and any parental support.
Anyway, that apart she was young when she had the child and they are more friends than mother daughter. They never hide anything from each other.
In all its the so called "perfect" mother daughter relationship..
Yet inspite whenever Lorelai has to take up the role of telling her daughter that something she is doing is not right she is always in trouble.
Rory at somepoint is sleeping with a guy who has always been in love with her but is married now to another girl. But the minute her mother points this out..they have this cold war thing for a couple of months, until both of them accept the situation.
Or for that matter when Rory wants to quit university and take a break for a year, Lorelai cannot
understand this. She can only think that she is throwing away her dreams. For an intial period she can not be understanding!!
Sure, this is drama..and they have to create situations.. but real life is sometimes like that.
I guess telling your kid that what they are doing is no good is hard, because every teenage kid wants a "cool" parent than a guiding one.. Influence in any form when different from what we believe is unpleasant..If its a friend we can shrug it off..if its a parent we might even be coerced into agreement. All I could think was that it cannot be easy being a parent.. no matter how cool you are !!
Been watching tonnes of Gilmore girls over the past few months until I couldnt lay my hands on any new seasons! For the uninitiated this is a series on WB about a mother daughter relationship. The premise is that Lorelai Gilmore got preganant when she still in high school. She brought up her daughter Rory on her own without marrying Rory's mother and any parental support.
Anyway, that apart she was young when she had the child and they are more friends than mother daughter. They never hide anything from each other.
In all its the so called "perfect" mother daughter relationship..
Yet inspite whenever Lorelai has to take up the role of telling her daughter that something she is doing is not right she is always in trouble.
Rory at somepoint is sleeping with a guy who has always been in love with her but is married now to another girl. But the minute her mother points this out..they have this cold war thing for a couple of months, until both of them accept the situation.
Or for that matter when Rory wants to quit university and take a break for a year, Lorelai cannot
understand this. She can only think that she is throwing away her dreams. For an intial period she can not be understanding!!
Sure, this is drama..and they have to create situations.. but real life is sometimes like that.
I guess telling your kid that what they are doing is no good is hard, because every teenage kid wants a "cool" parent than a guiding one.. Influence in any form when different from what we believe is unpleasant..If its a friend we can shrug it off..if its a parent we might even be coerced into agreement. All I could think was that it cannot be easy being a parent.. no matter how cool you are !!
Monday, February 19, 2007
Delhi heights
I am not first to blog about these lyrics (google made that obvious.). Its a song from Delhi Heights..music by Rabbi Shergill and sung by Sonu Nigam.
The lyrics are by Rabbi Shergill himself..and it took me way too much effort to figure this out..
really I thought people were more updated than that!
I couldnt ignore these words as I was listening to the song..hope you like them too.
Kitne der tum baatien karogi
Filmo ki aur falshafo ki
Kitne der arzoju aad mein chupegi
Coffee ki aur kehkaho ki
Kitne Der us dil mein rahega
mere naam per ek sawaal
The lyrics are by Rabbi Shergill himself..and it took me way too much effort to figure this out..
really I thought people were more updated than that!
I couldnt ignore these words as I was listening to the song..hope you like them too.
Kitne der tum baatien karogi
Filmo ki aur falshafo ki
Kitne der arzoju aad mein chupegi
Coffee ki aur kehkaho ki
Kitne Der us dil mein rahega
mere naam per ek sawaal
Friday, February 09, 2007
Home Sweet Home
Once again when I am home I rediscover the printed media in desland.
The cannibal ..more bodies are discovered..as Delhi police find the missing children. Was this guy dealing human organs?
Dogs create a havoc in Bangalore..A child mauled to death by 10 to 12 dogs. BMP claims it must have been a hit and run accident..dogs dont attack people.
That whole week..paper was full of such incidents.
Meanwhile Shilpa Shetty makes the news big time with Big Brother show..admist the protest of several immigrants in Britain against the new immigration rules. The racist issue is up for discussion yet again..
Ash's engagement to AB junior..The Bacchan'ns walk to Sidhivinayak temple. Ash will act or not after tying the knot is upto her future in-laws..apparently the newpaper claims.
Indian team under fire again. Someone tries to attack Chappell at the airport..
Television set..
Sawaal kar le kar le...SRK dancing to money tunes trying to buy veiwership for KBC III!
Tulsi ma..bees saal purana sawaal phir uthega..ansh ki maut ka badla...
Awesome advertising..
Take the Haynes undergarments..no tag add
Or Motorola..cheap stylish phones gimmick..
Some new serials to watch
Jab Luv hua..plays on Zee TV same time as KSBKBT and works well in terms of avoiding adds on both channels..
Mohalla Mahobbatwalla..is entertaining on SABtv..
BEst of all " Ek Chabbhi hai pados mein" Plays on Star Plus Saturday nights at 10PM..
Finally had my first and second genuine masala puri in banglore fast food places..
Saw A mall in Bombay..never been to one before. Totally dig the few minutes I was at crosswords..
The number of books just made me want to be there forever..so many new indian authors..am so glad htey are getting space..
Also ate paneer chalupa for the first time..had tonnes of gobhi manchurian..sweet corn soup..
It all ended too soon.. Been back here for three weeks now..and want to go back home again..
The cannibal ..more bodies are discovered..as Delhi police find the missing children. Was this guy dealing human organs?
Dogs create a havoc in Bangalore..A child mauled to death by 10 to 12 dogs. BMP claims it must have been a hit and run accident..dogs dont attack people.
That whole week..paper was full of such incidents.
Meanwhile Shilpa Shetty makes the news big time with Big Brother show..admist the protest of several immigrants in Britain against the new immigration rules. The racist issue is up for discussion yet again..
Ash's engagement to AB junior..The Bacchan'ns walk to Sidhivinayak temple. Ash will act or not after tying the knot is upto her future in-laws..apparently the newpaper claims.
Indian team under fire again. Someone tries to attack Chappell at the airport..
Television set..
Sawaal kar le kar le...SRK dancing to money tunes trying to buy veiwership for KBC III!
Tulsi ma..bees saal purana sawaal phir uthega..ansh ki maut ka badla...
Awesome advertising..
Take the Haynes undergarments..no tag add
Or Motorola..cheap stylish phones gimmick..
Some new serials to watch
Jab Luv hua..plays on Zee TV same time as KSBKBT and works well in terms of avoiding adds on both channels..
Mohalla Mahobbatwalla..is entertaining on SABtv..
BEst of all " Ek Chabbhi hai pados mein" Plays on Star Plus Saturday nights at 10PM..
Finally had my first and second genuine masala puri in banglore fast food places..
Saw A mall in Bombay..never been to one before. Totally dig the few minutes I was at crosswords..
The number of books just made me want to be there forever..so many new indian authors..am so glad htey are getting space..
Also ate paneer chalupa for the first time..had tonnes of gobhi manchurian..sweet corn soup..
It all ended too soon.. Been back here for three weeks now..and want to go back home again..
Saturday, December 09, 2006
The inevitable parting
I never expected you to stay with me always.
There was no such clause to our friendship,
You were lonely and so was I
and together we were lonely no more.
We talked about music,
we talked about philosophy,
I was curious and nosy,
You were shy and civil,
But you came with me anyway
when I paid a visit to the strangers.
I guess I always knew, one day you will leave
One day you will meet that person,
who truly makes you happy and
you will be the loner no more.
And yet I was shocked when it happened
I was jealous, I was upset
Jealousy doesn't mean I was in love with you
I loved to have you around though..
and now that you are not here anymore..
I am back where I was, alone as always.
PS : This is an ode (?) to Isabel Dalhousie and Jamie.. Strangle McCall Smith, refuses to tell me what Jamie's last name is. Last few weeks I have spent hours reading about them...and only fitting to write something about them na?
There was no such clause to our friendship,
You were lonely and so was I
and together we were lonely no more.
We talked about music,
we talked about philosophy,
I was curious and nosy,
You were shy and civil,
But you came with me anyway
when I paid a visit to the strangers.
I guess I always knew, one day you will leave
One day you will meet that person,
who truly makes you happy and
you will be the loner no more.
And yet I was shocked when it happened
I was jealous, I was upset
Jealousy doesn't mean I was in love with you
I loved to have you around though..
and now that you are not here anymore..
I am back where I was, alone as always.
PS : This is an ode (?) to Isabel Dalhousie and Jamie.. Strangle McCall Smith, refuses to tell me what Jamie's last name is. Last few weeks I have spent hours reading about them...and only fitting to write something about them na?
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Completely Random
I have been brainwashed from the day I was born. That must be it, how else would you explain that everytime I think of God, I think of Him? and not Her?
If I were a feminist ( I am not admitting to be one or the other here!) I would explain that when you think of God, you think of someone who is better than humans..who is perfect.. There is no room for perfection in women, so he better be a man na?
Before you bring out your brickbats ( I mean the few male readers who frequent this blog), let me distract you. I am talking about brainwashing with social norms and how
inbuilt it is. You buy your daughter pink..and you buy your son blue clothes. You (read I ) laugh at male friends when they wear baby pink or orange shirts. We are taught that a standard family is a dad , a mom and children. No wonder single parenting is hard..because we have made it abnormal.. You might attribute it to natural instincts.. And yet we want social stamps of marraige to make these supposed natural instincts valid! (anybody can figure out what my marital status is from that remark..but that was not the point..duh!)
Almost all those little things, which I explain as "I like it this way..call it a whim..isn't everyone allowed a whim.".has really been ingrained from Day 1..in some form or the other. The people around me weren't trying to imprint these things, but they did so anyway. My generation grew up with a fear of drugs..the ad campaigning possibly worked to a great extent..on false dread or real ones.
You told me why certain wars happened. You told me which side was good and which one was bad..in a subtle way.. (how often was this side the one who ended up winning?).
Everything including morality was instilled ...No, I suppose some moral virtues are inherent..have nothing to do with the surroundings, but there are others..which have been ingrained with years of repetetion..in the form of stories..moral lessons.
Weren't we supposed to judge these things for ourselves?
And it is right about here in my thoughts when I start fearing media. If you keep telling me I should be afraid of something...sooner or later, you will instill the fear in me. Then when you offer me protection, I will take it..even if it binds me in a cell for the rest of my life.
If I were a feminist ( I am not admitting to be one or the other here!) I would explain that when you think of God, you think of someone who is better than humans..who is perfect.. There is no room for perfection in women, so he better be a man na?
Before you bring out your brickbats ( I mean the few male readers who frequent this blog), let me distract you. I am talking about brainwashing with social norms and how
inbuilt it is. You buy your daughter pink..and you buy your son blue clothes. You (read I ) laugh at male friends when they wear baby pink or orange shirts. We are taught that a standard family is a dad , a mom and children. No wonder single parenting is hard..because we have made it abnormal.. You might attribute it to natural instincts.. And yet we want social stamps of marraige to make these supposed natural instincts valid! (anybody can figure out what my marital status is from that remark..but that was not the point..duh!)
Almost all those little things, which I explain as "I like it this way..call it a whim..isn't everyone allowed a whim.".has really been ingrained from Day 1..in some form or the other. The people around me weren't trying to imprint these things, but they did so anyway. My generation grew up with a fear of drugs..the ad campaigning possibly worked to a great extent..on false dread or real ones.
You told me why certain wars happened. You told me which side was good and which one was bad..in a subtle way.. (how often was this side the one who ended up winning?).
Everything including morality was instilled ...No, I suppose some moral virtues are inherent..have nothing to do with the surroundings, but there are others..which have been ingrained with years of repetetion..in the form of stories..moral lessons.
Weren't we supposed to judge these things for ourselves?
And it is right about here in my thoughts when I start fearing media. If you keep telling me I should be afraid of something...sooner or later, you will instill the fear in me. Then when you offer me protection, I will take it..even if it binds me in a cell for the rest of my life.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Movie Nostalgia
Iske aage ki ab dastaan mujhse sun(ho ho ho ho ho)
Iske aage ki ab dastaan mujhse sun
Sun ke teri nazar dabdaba jayagi
Baat dil ki jo ab tak tere dil mein thi,
Mera dawa hai hoton pe aa jayegi
I always wondered what he meant by that somehow, the next set of lyrics
Tu masiha………..
Tu masiha mohabbat ke maron ka hai(slow)
Tu masiha mohabbat ke maron ka hai
Hum tera naam sun kar chale aaye hain
Ab dua de hamein ya tu de de zeher
Teri mehfil mein ye dil jale aaye hain
Ek ehsaan kar……..
Ehsaan kar(slow)
Ek ehsaan kar, apne mehmaan par
Apne mehmaan par ek ehsaan kar
De Duaein
De Duaein use umra bhar ke liye
Salaam-e-ishq meri jaan…..
in my mind did not make sense. Finally I realized..he meant those lyrics to impress Rekha in this song! Well anyway, this song was playing and my thought went back to the movie. And I thought they just don't make movies like that any more.
I know I know..they make Action flicks..mindless which I love..they make movies on social issues..much needed.. they make happy goody films.. which are nice to watch.
They even make some family drama... not that I have seen a good one lately.
But they just don't write intense drama anymore. Before, you tell me otherwise here is my take on it. I saw Muqqadar ka Sikander at least 12 years ago. I have watched it only once. I remember one hell of a lot of the movie. Simply because the passions run so high! What a strange plot... Amjhad Khan (Dilawar), a goon is in love with dancer Rekha (Zohrabai). Zohrabai is in love with Amitabh (Sikandar). Sikandar is in love with Rakhi (Kaamna,urf Memsaab) . Kaamna is in love with Vinod Khanna (Vishal). The only source of any hapiness in the movie was the fact that Vishal actually reciprocated Kaamna's love.
Of course, this all seems far-fetched (although I honestly think its really not all that far from real life love stories!). Being in love with someone, who was kind to you as a child...is a little too deep on retrospect. But allow for the usual exagerations, the movie kept you
involved with each of the characters. And you come back from the movie thinking What if! What if..Vinod Khanna had not written the letter for Amitabh. What if Rekha had not taken Vinod Khanna so seriously. What if Amjad Khan had realized that Rekha had been much in love with Amitabh.
Call it nostalgia..if you will... it was entertaining while it lasted!
Iske aage ki ab dastaan mujhse sun
Sun ke teri nazar dabdaba jayagi
Baat dil ki jo ab tak tere dil mein thi,
Mera dawa hai hoton pe aa jayegi
I always wondered what he meant by that somehow, the next set of lyrics
Tu masiha………..
Tu masiha mohabbat ke maron ka hai(slow)
Tu masiha mohabbat ke maron ka hai
Hum tera naam sun kar chale aaye hain
Ab dua de hamein ya tu de de zeher
Teri mehfil mein ye dil jale aaye hain
Ek ehsaan kar……..
Ehsaan kar(slow)
Ek ehsaan kar, apne mehmaan par
Apne mehmaan par ek ehsaan kar
De Duaein
De Duaein use umra bhar ke liye
Salaam-e-ishq meri jaan…..
in my mind did not make sense. Finally I realized..he meant those lyrics to impress Rekha in this song! Well anyway, this song was playing and my thought went back to the movie. And I thought they just don't make movies like that any more.
I know I know..they make Action flicks..mindless which I love..they make movies on social issues..much needed.. they make happy goody films.. which are nice to watch.
They even make some family drama... not that I have seen a good one lately.
But they just don't write intense drama anymore. Before, you tell me otherwise here is my take on it. I saw Muqqadar ka Sikander at least 12 years ago. I have watched it only once. I remember one hell of a lot of the movie. Simply because the passions run so high! What a strange plot... Amjhad Khan (Dilawar), a goon is in love with dancer Rekha (Zohrabai). Zohrabai is in love with Amitabh (Sikandar). Sikandar is in love with Rakhi (Kaamna,urf Memsaab) . Kaamna is in love with Vinod Khanna (Vishal). The only source of any hapiness in the movie was the fact that Vishal actually reciprocated Kaamna's love.
Of course, this all seems far-fetched (although I honestly think its really not all that far from real life love stories!). Being in love with someone, who was kind to you as a child...is a little too deep on retrospect. But allow for the usual exagerations, the movie kept you
involved with each of the characters. And you come back from the movie thinking What if! What if..Vinod Khanna had not written the letter for Amitabh. What if Rekha had not taken Vinod Khanna so seriously. What if Amjad Khan had realized that Rekha had been much in love with Amitabh.
Call it nostalgia..if you will... it was entertaining while it lasted!
Monday, October 16, 2006
Jaan-e-Mann
Heard a couple of new songs recently from the above named movie which make me want to fall in love. Of course am using the word very loosely here...
to mean the doe-eyed look for this person on whom you have bestowed the remote control for your emotions minus the instruction manual! The chaos that ensues...is then not to be wondered at.
Ah but am getting distracted, "Ajnabi Shehar hai" is the one really strung a chord with my heart strings. Sonu Nigam is sounds really good. Then there is "Humko Maloom hai" which is story telling in a song. This song would fit right into a musical. "Sau Dard" is just the same song reincarnated. "Jane-tu Jane na"is a jugalbandi between Sonu Nigam and Sukhwinder Singh with again a very catchy tune.....All in all dont get put off by the fact that this movie stars Salman khan and akshay khan..both of whom look nothing like anything I (or anyone i know) would be doe-eyed about...
to mean the doe-eyed look for this person on whom you have bestowed the remote control for your emotions minus the instruction manual! The chaos that ensues...is then not to be wondered at.
Ah but am getting distracted, "Ajnabi Shehar hai" is the one really strung a chord with my heart strings. Sonu Nigam is sounds really good. Then there is "Humko Maloom hai" which is story telling in a song. This song would fit right into a musical. "Sau Dard" is just the same song reincarnated. "Jane-tu Jane na"is a jugalbandi between Sonu Nigam and Sukhwinder Singh with again a very catchy tune.....All in all dont get put off by the fact that this movie stars Salman khan and akshay khan..both of whom look nothing like anything I (or anyone i know) would be doe-eyed about...
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Drama
The Characters Change
The Scenes get rewritten
New sets are built
New players are introduced
In this Play called life
Every Act is a new
Every enactment is original
Even the main character
undergoes a change everytime
Yet there is repetetion every show
The same passions take over
The same scenes get applauded
Same actors are lauded
The end, is the same everyday!
The Scenes get rewritten
New sets are built
New players are introduced
In this Play called life
Every Act is a new
Every enactment is original
Even the main character
undergoes a change everytime
Yet there is repetetion every show
The same passions take over
The same scenes get applauded
Same actors are lauded
The end, is the same everyday!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Rants of the frustrated Grad..Stud.. :)
I feel like a Greek Tragedy today. Things are not really any different from yesterday and won't be too different tomorrow, but I just felt like saying that sentence aloud for what it is worth!
Its strange the life of a Graduate student. Our lives are very much governed by our research. One happy day of results, working setups, very happy advisor can be followed by discovering next day that some of those results are not quite correct. What was working yesterday, ain't working no more. Advisor is upset for unknown reasons. And there you go..there is tragedy for you! Of course the most tragic part of graduate life is not graduating, which is omnipresent till the day you actually graduate!
If you think about it five or more years of "prime" life is spent worrying over the "thesis" which doesn't exist till it does and you are done. While other normal people are going home with big bucks, to their spouces and maybe even noisy children. A graduate student usually comes home to an empty apartment..regardless of whether the person in question is living alone or with roommates (their roommates probably having completely different waking hours).
Most of social talk involves comparing advisor idiosyncrasies, complaining or praising..(yep sometimes that happens) advisors..and other such important matters. When bored of conversing, the GS's watch movies together..sometimes some of them will also cook for another 10 of them..just to spice up things!
In all every day is the same..perhaps the rest of the world doesn't live a very different life.. but what would the frog in the pond know about the sea haan?
Its strange the life of a Graduate student. Our lives are very much governed by our research. One happy day of results, working setups, very happy advisor can be followed by discovering next day that some of those results are not quite correct. What was working yesterday, ain't working no more. Advisor is upset for unknown reasons. And there you go..there is tragedy for you! Of course the most tragic part of graduate life is not graduating, which is omnipresent till the day you actually graduate!
If you think about it five or more years of "prime" life is spent worrying over the "thesis" which doesn't exist till it does and you are done. While other normal people are going home with big bucks, to their spouces and maybe even noisy children. A graduate student usually comes home to an empty apartment..regardless of whether the person in question is living alone or with roommates (their roommates probably having completely different waking hours).
Most of social talk involves comparing advisor idiosyncrasies, complaining or praising..(yep sometimes that happens) advisors..and other such important matters. When bored of conversing, the GS's watch movies together..sometimes some of them will also cook for another 10 of them..just to spice up things!
In all every day is the same..perhaps the rest of the world doesn't live a very different life.. but what would the frog in the pond know about the sea haan?
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
From Mars to Earth
In high school there used to be this silly joke floating around. The person telling the joke would be shaking hands with the listner and asking them questions about the planet earth. The joker if I may say so was claimed to be from Mars.
Jokers asks " So how do you have babies on Earth?"
The real Joker (who is buying all this) repeats some terminolgy learnt in a recently taught bio lesson about reproduction in mammals (very embarrased at this point!) and then feeling smart about it asks " How about in Mars?"
Joker then says " Oh, we do it by shaking hands..!"
Immediately hand retreats from clasp.. and the amount of laughter embarrasment brings is amazing.
Of course the smart Alec (or is it alex?) response is " Oh I was expecting that..that isn't even funny.."
Anyway, I was thinking if people had babies on Earth by shaking hands..very soon shaking hands in public would be termed obscene.....and all sorts of things can happen..censor board refrains me from writing any further :)
On a different note coming back to our dear Earth, I would like to call friday, September the 15th the All Rude Day. I got up feeling exteremely cranky, and unhappy. For some reason everyone else felt the same way too I think. Any store I entered, I would be met by unfriendly faces...no smiles..not for me anyway! One smile would have made a hell of a difference that moment..but then again I think..is everything around us mostly a reflection of our own self?
Some strange doings of Earthlings like me..
So I try save paper, use recycling..use the wasted papers from the printer for scrap paper (I do math you see..that takes a lot of paper..sometimes anyway!). And then I happily use kitchen tissue to clean my kitchen floor..who will bother to use a cloth and then wash it haan?
Storing organic food..(err..groceries..) in plastic containers only comes second to that...
Jokers asks " So how do you have babies on Earth?"
The real Joker (who is buying all this) repeats some terminolgy learnt in a recently taught bio lesson about reproduction in mammals (very embarrased at this point!) and then feeling smart about it asks " How about in Mars?"
Joker then says " Oh, we do it by shaking hands..!"
Immediately hand retreats from clasp.. and the amount of laughter embarrasment brings is amazing.
Of course the smart Alec (or is it alex?) response is " Oh I was expecting that..that isn't even funny.."
Anyway, I was thinking if people had babies on Earth by shaking hands..very soon shaking hands in public would be termed obscene.....and all sorts of things can happen..censor board refrains me from writing any further :)
On a different note coming back to our dear Earth, I would like to call friday, September the 15th the All Rude Day. I got up feeling exteremely cranky, and unhappy. For some reason everyone else felt the same way too I think. Any store I entered, I would be met by unfriendly faces...no smiles..not for me anyway! One smile would have made a hell of a difference that moment..but then again I think..is everything around us mostly a reflection of our own self?
Some strange doings of Earthlings like me..
So I try save paper, use recycling..use the wasted papers from the printer for scrap paper (I do math you see..that takes a lot of paper..sometimes anyway!). And then I happily use kitchen tissue to clean my kitchen floor..who will bother to use a cloth and then wash it haan?
Storing organic food..(err..groceries..) in plastic containers only comes second to that...
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Eventually..
At the end of the day
Its just you and me
No matter how long we are apart
How long I keep away from you
At the end of the day
Its you I have to face
Its you I have to answer to
No matter how often I turn away
At the end of the day
I have no where to go
Weary and tired all I do is
close my eyes and try to sleep
At the end of the day
I can no longer avoid
no longer control my mind.
from thinking...of life and death
of unkept promises
of beginnings and the end
Disclaimer : Sometimes its hard to say what we want and at the same time keep the other person interested in listening to us. As far as poetry goes, this one is crappy..but these thoughts would look just as bad in prose form..perhaps the costume sometimes makes an expression a little more interesting?
Its just you and me
No matter how long we are apart
How long I keep away from you
At the end of the day
Its you I have to face
Its you I have to answer to
No matter how often I turn away
At the end of the day
I have no where to go
Weary and tired all I do is
close my eyes and try to sleep
At the end of the day
I can no longer avoid
no longer control my mind.
from thinking...of life and death
of unkept promises
of beginnings and the end
Disclaimer : Sometimes its hard to say what we want and at the same time keep the other person interested in listening to us. As far as poetry goes, this one is crappy..but these thoughts would look just as bad in prose form..perhaps the costume sometimes makes an expression a little more interesting?
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