How do you know it's love?
I don't know, but it lasts forever.
Smiled so hard after a long time. Shed a tear after a long time. To A and B - one of the sweetest couples I have ever come across. To love and all the beauty and happiness that accompanies it.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Karle Karle
Karle karle – tu ek sawaal
Karle karle – tu ek dhamaal
Aisa sawaal jo zindagi badal de
He came – Agreed. He saw – yep. He conquered – No comments. That’s how people reacted to Sharukh Khan when he came on the television screen after a real long hiatus as the host of Kaun Banega Crorepati 3. This was an eagerly anticipated season of KBC. Comparing Sharukh and Amitabh – weighing their pros and cons – perfect entertainment (?????) – if you say so. Witty jokes - mundane quips - frequent puns – interesting questions - that’s what KBC promised to be in its first episode of the third season. Whether the show lives up to the promise or not – that’s something only time can tell.
Sholay ka thakur nahata kaise hoga?
Doctor ke kaam ko practice kyon kehte hai?
I remember watching the first episode of KBC on 3 July 2001. Amitabh Bachchan – eloquent hindi – Computer Jee – popular guests – everything about the show became an instant hit. KBC had an entire generation quipping "Lock kar diya jaye" at the drop of a hat. GK became the buzzword. Knowing when the Battle of Buxar took place and where the Brabourne Stadium is, made one a cool kid on the block. The roads used to get deserted and people used to discuss a particular question from a particular show even after several days. KBC was magic for viewers, magic for sponsors and magic for Amitabh Bachchan’s career.
Table tennis ko hindi mein kya kehte hai?
Is a cool chic hot or a hot chic cool?
Mere angane mein tumhara kya kaam hai?
Come KBC 3 – Computer Jee became Compaq Da – "Lock kar diya jaye" became "Freeze it" and Sharukh replaced Amitabh. Sharukh – ho…hum…not as good as Big B – I watched an episode for 10 minutes and he could not hold my interest for long. His jokes seem forced, the effort to entertain people comes across way too blatantly and the spontaneity is not in sight anywhere. I can be very rightly blamed for acting like the president of the "I hate Sharukh" club (a post which I would love to accept – any time –any day – any where) but all prejudices apart, Sharukh is just no match to Big B. He can pull off a Don and take up all the endorsements, from ICICI to Dabur, but KBC – a different ball game.
Sharukh might find his niche audience, who will watch him do just about anything – sense or nonsense ignored - but the show is not the same anymore – the magic has disappeared – the audience is bored – the cult is fast disappearing. Amitabh was the USP of the show and without him, it’s just not the same. To put it succinctly, people simply prefer Sharukh crooning away in the Alps to a romantic number. Sharukh – the quizmaster – a tad bit too much to handle.
Meanwhile, karle karle - tu ek sawaal - karle karle - tu ek dhamaal - aisa sawaal jo zindagi badal de.
Karle karle – tu ek dhamaal
Aisa sawaal jo zindagi badal de
He came – Agreed. He saw – yep. He conquered – No comments. That’s how people reacted to Sharukh Khan when he came on the television screen after a real long hiatus as the host of Kaun Banega Crorepati 3. This was an eagerly anticipated season of KBC. Comparing Sharukh and Amitabh – weighing their pros and cons – perfect entertainment (?????) – if you say so. Witty jokes - mundane quips - frequent puns – interesting questions - that’s what KBC promised to be in its first episode of the third season. Whether the show lives up to the promise or not – that’s something only time can tell.
Sholay ka thakur nahata kaise hoga?
Doctor ke kaam ko practice kyon kehte hai?
I remember watching the first episode of KBC on 3 July 2001. Amitabh Bachchan – eloquent hindi – Computer Jee – popular guests – everything about the show became an instant hit. KBC had an entire generation quipping "Lock kar diya jaye" at the drop of a hat. GK became the buzzword. Knowing when the Battle of Buxar took place and where the Brabourne Stadium is, made one a cool kid on the block. The roads used to get deserted and people used to discuss a particular question from a particular show even after several days. KBC was magic for viewers, magic for sponsors and magic for Amitabh Bachchan’s career.
Table tennis ko hindi mein kya kehte hai?
Is a cool chic hot or a hot chic cool?
Mere angane mein tumhara kya kaam hai?
Come KBC 3 – Computer Jee became Compaq Da – "Lock kar diya jaye" became "Freeze it" and Sharukh replaced Amitabh. Sharukh – ho…hum…not as good as Big B – I watched an episode for 10 minutes and he could not hold my interest for long. His jokes seem forced, the effort to entertain people comes across way too blatantly and the spontaneity is not in sight anywhere. I can be very rightly blamed for acting like the president of the "I hate Sharukh" club (a post which I would love to accept – any time –any day – any where) but all prejudices apart, Sharukh is just no match to Big B. He can pull off a Don and take up all the endorsements, from ICICI to Dabur, but KBC – a different ball game.
Sharukh might find his niche audience, who will watch him do just about anything – sense or nonsense ignored - but the show is not the same anymore – the magic has disappeared – the audience is bored – the cult is fast disappearing. Amitabh was the USP of the show and without him, it’s just not the same. To put it succinctly, people simply prefer Sharukh crooning away in the Alps to a romantic number. Sharukh – the quizmaster – a tad bit too much to handle.
Meanwhile, karle karle - tu ek sawaal - karle karle - tu ek dhamaal - aisa sawaal jo zindagi badal de.
Friday, January 19, 2007
One of a kind
She was not my type - nor was I her type. We were poles apart. I could not be friends with her. She was the cool kid. I was the big nerd. She was the best dancer I knew. I had two left feet. She was caring and crazy and weird - in her own, sweet way. I do not know when we became the best of friends. She was my companion when we had to sit through the boring classes. She made me believe in the theory - the more unhygenic the food, the tastier it gets. She laughed the hardest at the most pathetic jokes of mine. She was with me all through school. Then, she stepped aside for a while - no proper goodbyes - no hugs - no tears. I missed her - sometimes. Her thought made me smile, thinking of all the fun we've had.
She made a comeback - in style. She slapped me - got away with it - only to get a slap right back. We did not meet for quite a while. We met again - thank God for that. Today, things are not the same - they are only better. She loves to listen to music while driving - I hate it. She loves to bargain - I hate it. She loves Subway burger - I hate it. We are different. We are same. We are crazy. We are sane. We are fun. We are dullards. She is truly one of a kind - a gem of a person. She is a friend for life - some one who can be counted on - any time - any day. I am sure I can never come across a person who is as sensible, as crazy and as chilled out as her - all at the same time.
Only the birthdays of some very special people can lift off my writer's block, which has been there for quite some time now - she is one of those people. Happy birthday Sannjit - to sweet memories - to good times ahead - to smiles - to friendship.
She made a comeback - in style. She slapped me - got away with it - only to get a slap right back. We did not meet for quite a while. We met again - thank God for that. Today, things are not the same - they are only better. She loves to listen to music while driving - I hate it. She loves to bargain - I hate it. She loves Subway burger - I hate it. We are different. We are same. We are crazy. We are sane. We are fun. We are dullards. She is truly one of a kind - a gem of a person. She is a friend for life - some one who can be counted on - any time - any day. I am sure I can never come across a person who is as sensible, as crazy and as chilled out as her - all at the same time.
Only the birthdays of some very special people can lift off my writer's block, which has been there for quite some time now - she is one of those people. Happy birthday Sannjit - to sweet memories - to good times ahead - to smiles - to friendship.
Naturally
Reality came around and without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces...leaving me to doubt
Alone again, naturally.
One word that psyches me out of late- future.
To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldnt do?
The role I was about to play?
They say I should learn to give up on my dreams- the sad thing is I have started to listen -not continued to ignore.
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that cant be mended...left unattended.
Alone again, naturally.
Love - always within reach - always elusive. Wonder when one stops enjoying the chase?
In a little while from now
If Im not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
Moonlight. Words. Thoughts. Coffee. Probability. Grammar. Daze. Constellations. Tranquility. Just another Friday evening. Alone again, naturally.
Cut me into little pieces...leaving me to doubt
Alone again, naturally.
One word that psyches me out of late- future.
To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldnt do?
The role I was about to play?
They say I should learn to give up on my dreams- the sad thing is I have started to listen -not continued to ignore.
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that cant be mended...left unattended.
Alone again, naturally.
Love - always within reach - always elusive. Wonder when one stops enjoying the chase?
In a little while from now
If Im not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
Moonlight. Words. Thoughts. Coffee. Probability. Grammar. Daze. Constellations. Tranquility. Just another Friday evening. Alone again, naturally.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Impossible is nothing
Impossible is just a big word used by small men who find it easier to live in the world given to them than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.
Adidas Store – Banjara Hills - David Beckham poster – witty blurb – one word – awesome.
Adidas Store – Banjara Hills - David Beckham poster – witty blurb – one word – awesome.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Gracias
It was just another hectic weekday morning. I was checking my mails before I left for office and I was surprised to find a mail from a friend - the mail had a few pleasant sounding adjectives used to describe my blog. I was very happy. First things first, a sincere thank you. I just put down my thoughts, which more than often are provoked by conversations I have with various people around me – nothing more - nothing less. Glad that you find my confusions worth a read :) Jokes apart, it was a very thoughtful act, which made my day.
Words have always kept me company - I used to write poems as a kid, but as time passed by, other things became a priority. Writing remained a forgotten art until this blog happened. For me, blogging started out as an experiment and turned out to be a revelation. I have discovered myself – I have surprised myself – I have been enjoying the whole journey - all of it. If you have been keeping me company all through this time and have enjoyed reading my sometimes silly, sometimes sensible, sometimes funny and sometimes inane posts, all I can say is – touched, honoured and blessed (@people who know me pretty well: I know, I know - that’s my cliched statement, but had to say it guys :) )
The very same day I got the mail, I read my first post on the blog when I got the time. I found a confused person in those words. Then, I read my latest post – I found an even more confused person in these words :) Anyway, 50 posts, 10000 odd words and a million thoughts later, I can undoubtedly claim that am none the wiser and I can cheekily confess that I like it that way :)
Words have always kept me company - I used to write poems as a kid, but as time passed by, other things became a priority. Writing remained a forgotten art until this blog happened. For me, blogging started out as an experiment and turned out to be a revelation. I have discovered myself – I have surprised myself – I have been enjoying the whole journey - all of it. If you have been keeping me company all through this time and have enjoyed reading my sometimes silly, sometimes sensible, sometimes funny and sometimes inane posts, all I can say is – touched, honoured and blessed (@people who know me pretty well: I know, I know - that’s my cliched statement, but had to say it guys :) )
The very same day I got the mail, I read my first post on the blog when I got the time. I found a confused person in those words. Then, I read my latest post – I found an even more confused person in these words :) Anyway, 50 posts, 10000 odd words and a million thoughts later, I can undoubtedly claim that am none the wiser and I can cheekily confess that I like it that way :)
Friday, January 05, 2007
Why?
Friday evening. In front of a computer. Mind numb after 11 hours of non-stop work. Alone with my thoughts for the first time in the day. Looking at some old photographs. Spontaneous smiles – mischievous twinkle in the eyes – forgotten friendships – affection and love in each photograph.
Times don’t remain the same always though. Times change. People change. Circumstances change. People make mistakes. Fool you – while you continue to trust them with a blind faith. People refuse to accept that they might be wrong – instead they question your integrity about certain issues. Finally, a closure – in the form of truth.
Things going back to normal – you hope for it – but that’s where it stops – hoping. Life goes on. What remains – old photographs - spontaneous smiles – mischievous twinkle in the eyes – forgotten friendships. All you are left with at the end of it all – a why – with, perhaps, no answer.
Times don’t remain the same always though. Times change. People change. Circumstances change. People make mistakes. Fool you – while you continue to trust them with a blind faith. People refuse to accept that they might be wrong – instead they question your integrity about certain issues. Finally, a closure – in the form of truth.
Things going back to normal – you hope for it – but that’s where it stops – hoping. Life goes on. What remains – old photographs - spontaneous smiles – mischievous twinkle in the eyes – forgotten friendships. All you are left with at the end of it all – a why – with, perhaps, no answer.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The time is now
There are two India’s in this country -one India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and live up to all the adjectives that the world has been recently showering upon us. The other India is the leash. One India says give me a chance and I will prove myself. The other India says prove yourself first and maybe then u will have a chance. One India lives in the optimism of our hearts. The other India lurks in the skepticism of our minds. One India wants. The other India hopes. One India leads. The other India follows.
These conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more and more people from the other India are coming over to this side and quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic new India is emerging. An India, whose faith in success is far greater than its fear of failure. An India that no longer boycotts foreign made goods, but buys out the companies that makes them instead. History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions, when it’s taking a turn. This is that rarely ever moment - history is turning a page. For over half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run, fallen, rolled over, got up and dusted herself and cantered - sometimes lugged on.
But now, in our sixtieth year as a free nation, the ride has brought us to the edge of time's great precipice, and one India - a tiny little voice at the back of the head - is looking down at the bottom of the rive and hesitating. The other India is looking up at the sky and saying - it's time to fly.
~ A public message, featuring Amitabh Bachchan, standing on the banks of Arabian Sea in Mumbai, India, released by Times Now and Times of India group on the eve of the sixtieth year of Indian independence.
These conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more and more people from the other India are coming over to this side and quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic new India is emerging. An India, whose faith in success is far greater than its fear of failure. An India that no longer boycotts foreign made goods, but buys out the companies that makes them instead. History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions, when it’s taking a turn. This is that rarely ever moment - history is turning a page. For over half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run, fallen, rolled over, got up and dusted herself and cantered - sometimes lugged on.
But now, in our sixtieth year as a free nation, the ride has brought us to the edge of time's great precipice, and one India - a tiny little voice at the back of the head - is looking down at the bottom of the rive and hesitating. The other India is looking up at the sky and saying - it's time to fly.
~ A public message, featuring Amitabh Bachchan, standing on the banks of Arabian Sea in Mumbai, India, released by Times Now and Times of India group on the eve of the sixtieth year of Indian independence.
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