Tuesday, February 28, 2006

A sane post






I come to work and I see that there has been a huge uproar about some "contribution" that i made.... My team lead comes and gives me a glare with a "you should be shot" ...

All this woulda sounded grim if it wasnt funny...

I saw Mixed Doubles on Monday... Well, the director is Preity Zinta's uncle who lives in Australia in Dil Chahta Hai. Did not know he had such talent. Cos it takes some talent in my books to take quite a controversial topic like swinging, and to present it so lightly and simply ... especially the ending is soo nice... its like saying "thats it... show's over move on!" . If interested in what swinging is or wana know the story more, ping me. Cos this space is dedicated to something else.

Konkona Sen sharma, is Malti, who reluctantly agrees to swinging imposed on her by her husband Ranvir Shorey, ... Thats all i gonna talk abt the movie cos i wana talk abt her here... Her character is not one of the naive house wife who works and takes care of the house too... Since this is quite an open movie, and leans on some sexual topics too (still havent found out what swinging is eh? I suggest google for wordweb and get that software onto ur comp), she is portrayed as a typical wife in a typical 10 yr old marriage situation... She is sooo cute.... And her acting talents aint doin her no harm either... wana watch 15 park now and mr and mrs iyer tooo cos of her...

Friday, February 24, 2006

Gringos at Frescos

Its a Friday afternoon and I am blogging... No surprise for soft engs i guess who look at weekends and Friday evenings and Fridays like a dog looks at leftovers.... U know the tongue hanging out and the drool wetting the area surrounding its own feet... You Do know? ok .... Hope I dont get caught.... I was always good with alt-tab....

Apart from blogging, I just now did somethin that I am gonna write about. Most blogs coming out of me (could have said most of my blogs) happen in two ways : preplanned murder or a hasty stab at it, kill it, right there ! more more stab it ! ah! now its dead and all over.... This is of the former kind cos i saw the blog forming in my mind as i sat at Frescos (also masquerading in ppls tongues as Cafe Frescos )waiting for the sinful thing that I had ordered....

Frescos is situated in the compound containing Hatwork Boulevard. The cunning bas***ds have settled down on their namesake road, kinda in the interior. Hatwork Boulevard, for those interested, also hosts Satya Paul ... whose brochure kinda thingy that sits on tables in restaurants, said couture ( never will i understand its meaning and usage), pret porter, saries, ties, fabrics and accessories. Just some bull shitting pretentious fu**ed up cloth store where they just rob u of money to sell u goni cheelas (gunny sacks)...

Well I was a feeling a lil bit bugged and drugged, so me thot of taking a break on a sunny Friday (ive already said that i know iknow) aft . So went to ATM firsht cos had heard of Frescos' monetary notoriety. Then went staggering a lil bit (I had lil bit cough and feverish) into frescos where a gringo said "Goo asfnaof..." ... I said (deep breath)"eh?" ... He started grinning... no wait he was already grinning... I hate ppl who grin without reason... they live, they grin simultaneously... He said "Good Afternoon" (I heard it this time hengo gotthilla) I said "hoon" in a ya right manner... then I was asked "table for one?" or some shit like that... I was gonna say "No no make room for all the invi fuckers i brought in here... they're jus a lil shy hence invi" but said "yeah"...

Then they gave me menus... kudiyakke ondu... tinnakke ondu.... I wanted dessert menu as i had been deserted in 29, Cunningham Road... So asked for that only sweeping aside all the pretention bein thrust into my face ! There are two kinds of waiters here, adhyenadu? aah ! Maitre ' D ... That fucker came to me and asked me "would u like to place an order" ? ... more sarcasm here blah blah ... And he hands me the dessert menu.... There are around 1,568 items there... So he suggests Why dont i go have a look at the crap myself? so that i can make an informed choice ! So i go over there and there is this showcase full of desserts and I got bored of writing this blog kano...

Monday, February 06, 2006

Huh

One of the hardest things in life isn't solving complex algebraic equations, it's not coming up with creative campaigns for a new client, it's not conquering a mountain peak. It's to sit still and do nothing.

I recently attended a ten-day meditation retreat. In this residential program one is secluded from the outside world for the first nine days: no email, no cellphones, no reading, no writing. And no talking.

When one sits still and tries to focus, the mind becomes turbulent.
It mounts its horse and starts galloping in all directions, north and south, into past and future, to places real and imaginary, and who knows where else. Gradually, though, it does begin to be reined in. There were calmer moments too.

The silence is relieved on the last day. I was one of the last ones to come out of the meditation hall. When I entered the dining area I expected little talk, a gradual easing into the world.

What I encountered instead was a cacophony of talk. I felt I had returned to a world I didn't belong to. What was the normal conversation of a few dozen people sounded to me like the roar of a volcano.

Before the departure for home, I overheard someone in the bathroom area say, "No one had the flow. I know everyone was faking it." For a moment I felt like telling him, "Looks like the program really worked for you. You can already read everyone's state of mind," but I didn't. Maybe he really could.
Who was I to say?

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Thursday, February 02, 2006

Sweet pain

(I am extremely confused and in the dark as to why I am documenting this but here goes... )


Tonight at approximately 8 pm ended a long tenure of togetherness, that i could only term as a celebration of life... Two people I know will never be as together as they were until tonight... Naturally the parting was painful and tearful, with both not needing to say much (I am imagining...almost sure this is not how it happened) but just conveying to each other in minimal direct words what the situation was and how they felt about that moment and each other... But time , it goes on and life too goes on for both of them... and hence they too went on, well to their homes....

Some ppl who dono what I am talking abt are already thinking of a "breakup" between a "couple" (these are all terms given in the Standards of the Book of Love.. some other suffocatingly irritating cliches that can be found there are "propose".. im already seething)... U may continue until u read the following words... I mainly have two things to comment on wrt to my rendering above..

1) Them themselves.... I have known both of them together and separately too... I think I can safely say that neither was like what they were when they were together... An extremely high level of sheer understanding and predictability amongst each other, which is rarely seen nowadays purely because its so scary !!! People don wana risk themselves with such involvements...hey wait, I'm drifting into point two... Let me say what i wanted to say here... they are both great and to the both of you KUDOS ! Everyday from today for a while, look at what u had and do not feel misery at its absence but marvel, wonder and continue to enjoy the precious thing u both had created and nurtured successfully for FIVE YEARS !!! That they were true friends is painfully obvious by what all they went through.. they laughed, cried, shared, fought ...... a whole circle !!

2) And tonite it culminates... Not necessarily cos there have been developments, Nature has realigned itself suitably to correct this imbalance suitably, to bring them twogether, as much as possible, back again... in a painful manner as i was saying... but it is a kind of sweet pain i feel, where there is a lurking happiness too which they will experience because of the memories they share.. Such an indulgence is deemed to risky by ppl nowadays, hence the noticeable upsurge in self defense (emotional) enforcements... I myself was hoping to share such an experience with somebody, but the holy soul denied me that sweet pain as it quickly learnt its lessons in life apparently, and started "dealing" with people differently.... Ya screw you too ! You would think that the level of trust you are required to mortgage in return for something special and valuable and amazing, wouldn be much of a risk but no... ppl always are used to taking the safe route right?!? Less traffic.. Less obstacles... less risk... Life.... Sigh... F**k it !

To them both tho, I have the following to say right at the end...

"Don't you cry tonight, I still love you baby... Don't you cry
Don't you cry tonight there's a heaven above you baby, Don't you cry tonight!"


(Also confused as to why i wrote what i wrote... I had suppressed it so well all this while !!?!? where did all THAT come from? )