Thursday, August 31, 2006

Bydlu....

Phoebe : You know, you don't make a good first impression.....
Chandy : What?!
Phoebe : Oh you don't know
Chandy : Are you serious?!
Phoebe : Yes, I mean when I first met you, you were like "blah bala blah blah blah" and I was like "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Chandy : What is it that I do??!
Phoebe : Well, its just that you're trying too hard, always making jokes, you know? You come off a little needy!

Its been a long time since I read a little Johnny joke....Was, at one time, fond of them, apparently....

I need some moderation......

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Loneliness

By Muralidhar S

Its been a long year since u've been gone, been alone here, 've grown old

Why is loneliness such a dreaded thing?? I mean, doesn't loneliness approach u with sufficient warning and premonitions??? Given the sudden departure of money from ur wallet when u are undecided about which phone to buy, can u leave u in a state of "huh?!"... But wrt ppl, shouldnt loneliness as a threat be deprioritized??

First of all, we hardly ever get time to explore ourselves.... How many of us actually talk to ourselves apart from low mutters and frustrations at self, taken out in short bursts of anger?? We are constantly in the company of people..at work, at home, at outings, at theatres, at traffic junctions....

There are also times, when almost every one of us has felt the need to run away to some place of quietness and calm! Yet when some of them DO get that opportunity, they shy away from it and start thinking about how "lonely" it can get!! I mean, granted...a separation from ur near and dear ones for too long a time can be unsettling.....But a periodic sojourn should be welcomed rather than treated with apprehension....

The more we are ok with the concept of us being alone and independent, the more confidence we get about ourselves and our abilities! This point of view not to be mistaken with a strong desire to lead a lonely sagely life away from civilization and kantri road dogs.....The people around us, make ur day....They are an integral part of ur life indeed, when it comes to them being part of ur happiness.....

I guess this is now going nowhere....yawn

Mental Note : Try and talk less.... You've probably been blind to such signs which ppl have given u b4.....Kan teredu nodu....

Monday, August 28, 2006

Phone


Well I didnt have as exciting a Sunday as Mr Kris here had but I guess this ain't too bad either :)

P.S : Still looking for the N-series ad music....

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Spreading

hi how are you. i am ***censored*** working in ***some text missing*** and staying in bangalore. want to spread my network thats all. reply me if want the same.

Spiderman baddi maga ivnu.....doddadaagi bandbitta network spread madakke.....

Some men need some education.....

Friday, August 25, 2006

The ecstasy of Gold

Cant stop man.....Cant stop reliving the adrenaline running thru my body, as everything went from wrong to right.....

The title of the post refers to a righteous piece of music created by one Mr Ennio Morricone, which padma asked me to use in the beginning of our presentation. And lo behold, the opening of the butterfly coincided with the peak of ecstasy of gold !!! That gave me goosebumps when i was watching it from the wings, and it still does, but it got amplified when the crowd applauded the effort put into the butterfly justly by dear padma again !!!!! Probably nobody else knows how much effort she has put into it, after I helped her "give the butterfly a shape" !! Please, for my sake, take a bow as u read this madam, for sheer creative imagination, hard work and talent !!

I mean I had NOT dreamt of such a beginning to our presentation, and yet it was happening and I was supposed to be on stage next !!!!

Well this being my blog, I should talk a tad more abt my own contribution.... First of all I must be honest and write here (Wats this sudden unusual spurt of honesty !?!?!) that I was quite unsettled many a times during our practice sessions and the whole music front of our show had given me quite a testing time ! Practices used to form a sinusoid, with encouraging and dismal performances following one another....A ten member group song aint no piece of raasathi..err...cake !!

But one another truth that I need to document, for my grand kids to read, is the fact that it steadily got better....the whole thing put together with tweaks here n there, i must admit, had started approaching the original song slowly but steadily.

And now we fast forward back to the present.....Lights shining, as I walk out into the wild....Yes the wild cos there were some hooligans in the crowd (no other, my friend ... no other word) !! The booing had started in full swing from our closest and bitterest rivals....And I was in no mood to be booed in my first ever stage full fledged stage performance (hard to believe...)

Mikes adjusted and ready......I remember padma telling me "When u go on stage to start raasathi, take a moment" ..How sound her advice turned out to be.....One last look back at my comrades in war ! And a breath ! And off we go....

'raasathi en usiru ennadilla (don think there were any messups)

poochchoodi vakka pattu pora pulla (Damn for the last time its Pulla and not Bulla !!!!!!)

nee poanaa en udambu mannukkulla (Small mess in mannukkulla, correctable)

raavodu sedhi varum vaadi pulla (AWWW screw it ... I cant get pulla outta me!)

raasathi en usiru ennadilla'

The booing was still going on, although my attention was diverted towards the song more....But as soon as i stopped singing my part, it caught me again and i forgot to restart singing a small part in the chorus.....That made me angry... Angry at myself for letting them distract me like that !!

So then onwards I just looked into the bright light shining into my eyes and let my testicles....tentacles...tonsils (aaha!) do their stuff !!!

There were one or two hitches, but none of them affected me any more as i thought not to think abt them....

At the end of the song, the applause was not what i expected....It caused me to bow my head and thank the crowd for recognising what we had tried ! Involuntary reaction.....

The rest of the performances.....Well I couldnt catch the one that mattered to me the most after my own song...padma's dance.....I've heard rave reviews of the dance, but one glimpse of her smiling face, that i could catch during her performance on stage, told me then and there that it didnt matter to her what happened.....Cos she was just gonna dance her heart out there ! ashte....that put a smile on my face and helped me run around for the next event........

And well....the rest as I say is history....perhaps the others didn't perform as well as we did and perhaps they did, I'm not here to judge...Probably the fact that we were first on stage helped us a little bit......But I felt it in my guts that we had done just THE right things ! And turns out we did....We won habba 2006 ! A culmination of all that I'd worked for, for around 2-3 weeks, in a few, glorious, priceless moments of ecstasy....

The ecstasy of gold !!!

Monday, August 21, 2006

QUohTes

Integrity

When every part of one's body other than one's butt is being attacked by an angry mob of sharp rain drops, one waits for the traffic signal to change from red to green....


Perseverance/Patience


When one doesn't shoulder responsibility and doesn't see ur viewpoint, but has tons of ideas and suggestions and criticism to hand out to you
When others doesn't have the courage to admit their own failures/short comings


Speed

When one's activa sprays an auto driver's entire profile with "oh holy water" collected in a big puddle on the road......

Remember.........when in doubt, fuck!

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Jai hanuman

Have u ever travelled in an auto rickshawh with ur hands holding on to the outer(upper) side of the roof of the auto all the time, with a tight grip?

No?

Hmmm, its a cool ride....

two kinds

I always thought there were two kinds of people in this world: men who go to their deaths screaming, and men who go to their deaths in silence. Then I met the third kind...

Super scene super dialogue....
RDB

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Whiskey in the jar o

Time : 10.51 pm

Date : 19th August Saturday

Oh typing is fine enuf....ok lets carry on

EPL started today pa... dono some results was out to have dinner (hee hee)

Today,
I tried to force a light bulb into a plug point and maneli current hotoytu...
So ran to electric angdi and and got hold of guy b4 thinking of anything ( cos home alone n all no...swalpa reactions are quicker and more irrational)

he brings me back home on victor two roads from the electric repair shop and tweaks the mains of the house....and asks for 30 Rs....I said fuck off u miserable oaf u disastrous money laundering scoundrel of Bangalore south, u villan daridra nan magne....In polite words and nonsense arguments of course...he left without a word

Just like the pied pipers led rats to the sea
Dance like the marionettes, swaying to the symphony .....

hee hee

Since I am all.....sentimental n all (well)..... lemme write abt a project
well two of em actually

and I have two corresponding ppl to thank for some good times and good days those projects have given me

The thing about a project is, (apart from work related ones .... yaah) in most cases u are there in the first place cos u wana do it...secondly u manassige hachkondbidtya.....So there are gonna be some days where u r made to feel miserable abt it (where ! WHERE is that vial of hemlock ?!?!) and there are some days where the creative juices just flow, the planets all align themselves favorably and shower scent on u from on top.....

Today was such a day...I really liked what i did from 2 to 6 pm today
And another day, well there were day's' actually, in another project, when everything felt right

The common thing about those two days were I dreamed.....I visualised.....I fantasized about the end result of what I was doing....And it felt better than better......

The second project is over
The first will culminate shortly.....There is also the sadness associated with this project of ppl not appreciating what u had thought of, what u had dreamed of

The sadness melts in the fire of ur thoughts and desires.....Hope I dont melt in it too......

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Dil chahta hai

Its a 2001 movie and I am talking abt it now...No its not a review cos basically this movie is flawless...or is it?

the last interchange between akshay and aamir, when they remeet in the hospital, is too much for me to take...excellence beyond boundaries which i could imagine...so real...But here I am to question Mr Farhan and Mr God whether what they show in DCH is true in real life ?

Akash makes the brave decision to approach his true love and justly(??) get it..
Sid moves on, after his disasterous yet out of this world (mayb even unrealistic) stint with love
Sameer ! huh ! the ideal comic touch needed with mines around in the movie...

But what about unrequited love?? It is just plain torture... Cos love isn't something that you plan, bas ho jaata hai
and to fall out of love? This is sounding too cheesy here, I'll stop.....But not before acknowledging the irony, the wicked evil irony that I have been subjected to....What goes around comes around....There's the answer to ur unrequited love.......

Kyun aisi ummeed ki maine, jo aise nakaam hui...The definition of unrequited love.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

A quote ....

A good friend of mine, who also has Financial misconceptions, was relating an incident where he mistook the bushy tail of a dog sitting in the rear seat of a car, to be the flourishing plait of a hopefully beautiful girl....

Upon being notified of the fact that the "hair" indeed belonged to a member of the Canis familiaris family, he was actually also given this quote to aggravate the shock experienced :

Ppl generally manage to find the bitch in a woman, you managed to find a woman in a bitch eh??

WHAT
THE
F ???



Needless to say I do not agree with the views expressed in italics, but what a thing to say, and that too instantaneously !!

Strait !

murally : maga, ond prashne
Joey tribbiani : ?
murally : nin blog galu vichitra inda hididu, thought provoking and saddening aagi iratte ! any specific reason? somebody givin u a hard time?
murally : teera personal aadre, wogolow andbidu parvagilla :P
Joey tribbiani : wogolow
Joey tribbiani : :)

Thats all folks !
Bugs bunny rocks !

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Black

Reminiscent -> helpless -> despair -> WHY!?! -> Hope......

The perfect cycle......

Not interested in lyrics??!! SHOO SHOO !!!!

Hey...oooh...

Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
Yeah
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
mm-hmm no yeah no
mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah
we-
we belong
we belong together
together
oooh ooh
we-
we belong
we belong together
oh yeah

Monday, August 07, 2006

Serious Physical harm

.....of great magnitude would be inflicted upon the creator of the following forward, were he/she to cross my path now.......

What the fuck do some ppl think guys are eh?? Fucking piece of shit...

Just a friend
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Well, you are like a show piece in my house. I will call you whenever I
need you. If you call me home the chances are 9 out of 10 times she
might say, "Oh Rahul, I am going out can you call me after 2 days??"
Rahul: "Where are you going Shilpa??"
Shilpa: "None of your business" and bangs the phone. (Useless fellow.
Hmmph!).

Good Friend
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You are like a TV remote control. I need you and I know that. But I try
using you when I really need you.
Rahul calls: "Hi Shilpa",
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am going out with family I will call you back. Bye"

(Shilpa calls back after two days)
Shilpa: "What do you want Rahul? Why did you call that day?".
Rahul: "Generally".
Shilpa: "Oh ok. I got to go out. Will call you later. Bye."
Will call when she needs lecture notes or some concert tickets.

Very good friend
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Well you are like the pressure cooker safety value for the girl. She
will need you when she wants to bring out her pain or anger on someone.
Basically, she wants to talk to you. And you are special to her.
Shilpa: "You know Rahul, Shekhar is not eating. He doesn't sleep and is
not able to concentrate on his studies. I think he doesn't like me
anymore. And yesterday I saw him with another girl".
Rahul: "Who is Shekhar??"
Shilpa : "My boyfriend."
Rahul: Oh! ok. :-(

Best Friend
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You are like the auto rickshaw driver. She can't live without you. And
don't be mistaken. You are not her boyfriend. But you are allowed to
take her little doggie around the park so that he (not you!) can do
poo-poo. Rahul Shopping. Rahul Movie. Rahul Coffee. Rahul, you pay. I am
having fun. Rahul is now sure that he should go ahead and propose. He
dares.
Shilpa: "But I thought we were just friends. We should remain friends
Rahul. Plus, I have a boy friend you know that."
Rahul: What?? (Rahul drinks all night).

Best of the Bestest Friends
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Ok now you are really special. You are
dad-cum-boyfriend-cum-brother-cum-everything. Ultimately you are the
darling servant of the girl. You take her around. You make her project.
You do her assignments. You are allowed to take her doggie around. You
can hold hands on the beach. You can see the sun set with her (because
she wants to do everything she drags you along). But but but... don't be
mistaken. She has a boyfriend who works for a huge software company and
earns 3 time the salary you earn and has a flat in Poes Garden or Boat
Club or Hiranandani area.
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am getting engaged to Shekhar. Shekhar this is
Rahul, he is my bestest friend".
Rahul: Hi Shekhar. (Hand shake. Shekhar breaks Rahul's wrist).
Rahul is now heart broken and wrist broken.

Boyfriend
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Uh... No comments dude. You're already screwed.



True Right?

Sunday, August 06, 2006

tweak'd

Adhoori saans thi
Dhadkan adhoori thi
adhoore hai hum

magar ab chaand poora hai falak(sky) pe
najaane kab poore honge hum.........

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Stupid

STUPID. This is a word used for broad spectrum denigration. But when a discerning text uses its Sanskrit equivalent -- moodha or moorkha -- an exploration is in order. The Gita qualifies it as reverse perception -- to draw conclusions contrary to the logic of reasoning is to be plain stupid.
Homo sapiens are expected to think first, think straight, then decide and act. Most of us would like to be persuaded that we do. And yet...

Let us take things that can give us happiness. -- a juicy list of bank balances, exciting projects, farm villas, delectable food, company or music, plum postings. But that vice-chancellorship for which I lobbied became vapid when my collegaue bagged a gubernatorial assignment and the long awaited cruise in the Caribbean turned out to be an unmitigated curse since I kept throwing up.

Fulfilled desires often do not leep their part of the bargain and bring joy as they expected, or that joy evaporates much too soon -- making the appetite turn to fresh desires adn fresher frustrations. To depend on desires for happiness seems a ver dicey proposition. Worse, innumerable variables of the world then control my happiness and lord it over me.

A closer look at the bilateral dynamics between me and the object of my desire may help. If happiness is not in the object then, logically, the only other locus for it can be me, myself. It is MY quality that I bounce off the exhibits of the world and call it happiness acquired; nothing can give me happiness. Logically, thus, happiness is not acquired, it is my own self, my own nature( that is why I am uncomfortable being unhappy). The world only offers pegs to hang it on. I can decide to festoon every peg in sight and make life a royal celebration.

To deny this logic and to feel dependant on anything for happiness is a reversal of logical understanding, and hence "stupid"; to beg for happiness from the world and its paraphernalia would be stupider still, and to make one's life acquisition-centric turns out to be stupidity par excellence.

Stupidity, thus, indicates terminology of discernment, highlighting risks that threaten our status as human beingts -- for having been provided with intellect, the option of stupidity is not open to us !


- SHASHI MISHRA