Saturday 24 January 2009

Girl Talk...



OK, I know everybody read the title and I know guys will be the first ones to turn up their noses at it (supposedly) and will also go right ahead with reading the post (I caught you, hahaha....) Now I know you're embarrased, and thinking about leaving... but pray, go forth! [No I'm not begging, I'm locking you in...]

Well, that I'm being dragged to shopping must be common knowledge by now (I know it isn't, that's exactly why I put it there... ah, it's confusing!). Anyway, moving on with the story... I got a wedding coming up in Feb (not mine, my cousin sis') and I had to go shop for a decent dress (suit or ghaghra, whatever I preferred) [and guys, no raised eyebrows please, I know there's one full one month to go for the wedding, but I'm the last one among the entire sis gang.... (to go shopping) and I'm being mobbed!!!!Help!]

SO I went shopping a total 4 times, no 5, and....
1.) I first checked out the biggies i.e. the malls which are great for getting casual wear stuff, but horrible if you want a dress for wedding and stuff.

2.) Next I entered Poonam Sarees (No I wasn't planning to buy a saree, they also keep cloth material for suits) and one of the attendants very enthusiastically came forward to greet us (me, my mom and my dad) and started showing off one after the other, but the insatiable soul that I was, I kept asking him to get more and more stuff with 'better' designs. Finally the fellow got tired and asked me to choose some to be kept aside... I picked up each one and started forming two piles:- could-be and rejected, and when I reached the end of the pile, I was surprised to know that all I had done was shifting the entire pile from my left hand to my right hand... Shit!

3.) Then I entered a shop which had been recommended to my mom by her friend... (Women!) The guy very politely started showing off his 'unique' 'boutique' collection single pieces that you won't get anywhere else ma'am... he kept placing them one after the other in front of me..... till... finally, 'this is it ma'am! this is ALL we have...' Another shit!

4.) The next destination was chosen by me as I had actually heard (read overheard) of this shop from my friends(????) who were discussing these things... I stepped in, and it was a huge two storey shop. We (me and mom) had to leave our footwear outside and proceed to the second floor. We sat down majestically on the gaddis and told them to go ahead with their job... one of them started, brought out dress after dress after dress after dress after.... okay, you got the picture! Then he went to get pieces that had been finalised by his previous customers in order to prove that these were the latest trends... He called two helpers (guys) and made them drape the material in order to provide the 'look' and 'feel' and then looked at my face hoping I would shake my head vertically, but poor him, I kept on doing it horizontally... the poor guys started looking at me helplessly and then I realised the collection was exhausted... Shit! The guy gave me a either-she-is-crazy-or-i-should-go-out-of-business look and we left... I announced that I'd had enough shopping for a day!

5.) By this time, even my mom was getting irritated with me even though she completely agreed with my choice... I had been refusing shopping expeditions, making her postpone them every time she planned one (thank my college-exams and annual fest and WAD-PG [will explain it some other time]). So she went with her friend (the same one) and tested out the next recommendation herself first. Since she got a saree for herself and I liked it, I was encouraged and went with her after postponing it only twice... So we entered this fully Air-conditioned shop with a very professional looking person at the counter, and I stepped on my back foot (from my previous experinces, all that shines isn't gold!)........


[This gap is for the shopping time which lasted 45 min]


and finally I ended up choosing not one, but two dress materials.... yay! no more shopping anymore... hehe... my mom will not dare to suggest one for the next one full year... ;) that is, if none of my cousins decide to get married till then... my fingers are crossed!!!!



Wednesday 21 January 2009

Next time when you can't see them...


Well this is something typically Indian...

My driver was among the swarm of four wheeler drivers who decided that the wait at the traffic light was getting a little too long and they should be on the move now. According to the plan, they stepped on the clutch, shifted the gears, pressed the accelerator and were about to leave, when like the late entry hero, a traffic cop steps in, in the middle of the road, and wham! there's my driver caught by the traffic cop.

Now as the routine goes, this cop asks for licence. But my driver being one helluva smart guy, informs him that he doesn't have one on his person, nor does he have any money. Then ensued the long routine of discussion back and forth...

The cop came with the driver right upto the doorstep of our house in order to get money in the end!!!

So, next time round when you can't see the traffic cop standing in his position, kindly say a small prayer... someone might be suffering!



Saturday 17 January 2009

Slumdog Millionaire


 Slumdog Miliionaire  is basically the rags to riches story of a slum boy who serves tea in a call centre and is ridiculed as a chaiwala by Anil Kapoor, who plays the host of Who wants to be a millionaire? For the uninitiated, Kaun Banega Crorepati was a copy of this show.

The movie has ample of masala with the introduction of a love angle in the movie. It is the story of Jamal Malik, a boy who wins a huge amount on the show and is arrested as he is suspested of cheating... Irrfan Khan plays the police inspector who arrests him and tries to make him accept his guilt. What happens further forms the essence of the movie. 

As Jamal explains every correct answer he gave,  a new chapter of his life unfolds... and so does the story of India, which every Indian knows and conveniently forgets... No it is not the history we're talking about, that is exploited well enough by the politicians (the "Gandhi" link being milked, as a reminder for anyone who needs their memory refreshed!) What is being referred to is the story of the parallel India, the India which people like Amitabh Bachhan don't really get a chance to come to, face to face.

Big B slammed the movie on his blog criticising the fact that it portrays India in a bad light. 

"It's just that the SM (Slumdog Millionaire) idea authored by an Indian and conceived and cinematically put together by a Westerner, gets creative Globe recognition. The other would perhaps not," Bachchan wrote on his blog.

If the movie projects “India as a third world dirty underbelly developing nation and causes pain and disgust among nationalists and patriots, let it be known that a murky underbelly exists and thrives even in the most developed nations.”


Read the entire article here .Well, this is what I have to say to him.

There's no point denying the existance of this parallel world. I do agree with him on certain issues like the fact that India has always been subjected to a biased treatment by international award committees, but let's forget about any awards for a while, national or international. Making these type of movies is extremely essential... how else is one to be reminded that all is not hunky-dory in the country and we have miles to go before we can even think about getting complacent and satisfied... and satisfied with what? With this kind of place?

In the movie, Jamal is shown having a protective brother but one who seems a lot more aggressive, a fighter... jealous of his brother sometimes envying him also because he gets the admiration of the girl Latika. The two brothers lose their mother in a riot that breaks out in the slum area where they live, the two brothers find themselves all alone with another girl Latika who survives. The boys are around six years old and start collecting scrap to survive... They're picked up by a guy called Maman, along with other kids who turns out be someone who disables kids physically and leaves them to beg on the streets for him! Jamal and his brother escape in a running train when they're about to be subjected to the same treatment, but Latika gets left behind... they start going places, commiting petty crimes like stealing chappals(footwear basically)  from outside the Taj Mahal and selling them in the chor bazaar. Or when a tourist mistakes Jamal for a guide, and shows him the money to take him on a quick tour, Jamal agrees without any hesitation inspite of not knowing anything about the place... So they are the partners in crime, with his brother Salim doing the dirtier job of stealing while Jamal engages the people... They are pretty ok with their life, when Jamal makes Salim go back with him to where they came from... to find Latika. They go back on Jamal's insistence and come face to face with Maman, there Salim commits his first major crime by killing Maman, and then later joins the gang of Javed who leads the opposite gang, believing that only Javed's men could save him now...

How many of us haven't encountered those kids at the traffic signals??? Almost all of us have... We keep hearing about the stories of all those gangsters with fear... Isn't this exactly the way it starts for them?  Even what Saddam Hussain eventually became, started this way... you don't have to believe me... google it!

I feel it's the type of movie that would make one think... and wonder too... It is no doubt a powerful movie, but criticising it because it portrays the India that normally gets left behind, is taking it afar! I would recommend watching it atleast once... for every Indian, atleast!

Friday 16 January 2009

Satyam-The Truth

Well I may not have done extensive research on it, but a fellow blogger has done so... Read the Satyam story on Ankit's blog . 

The next part, the remaining stuff will be posted soon, so I am informed...





Wednesday 14 January 2009

Have you ever felt...



Have you ever felt...
So lonely,

Have you ever felt...
Like you had nobody to share your life with...

Have you ever felt...
So disappointed that you wanted to cry your heart out... 
[And yet you couldn't...]

Have you ever felt... 
So insignificant that you might not have been...

Have you ever felt... 
Like nobody had a ear to lend you, nor a shoulder to cry upon...

Have you ever felt...
Like you were all alone...

Have you ever felt... 
The entire world against you...

Have you ever felt... 
Like you were nothing in a crowd...

Have you ever felt... 
Helpless...

Have you ever felt... 
A failure...

P.S. I am no poet and this is no poem... It's just the feeling... 

Btw, I published two posts almost simultaneously, this poem and the last part of my rain story series When I look at the rain...-V .  So please check out that as well. To go directly, click  here.



Tuesday 13 January 2009

When I look at the rain...-V

[Read first , second , third and fourth part before you proceed to understand better. This is the fifth and the last part...]


As I lay on my bed thinking about our meeting today, I realise that we'd never veered towards the topic of love or romance... It just felt like two friends had caught up with each other after a long long time and were reminiscing the past... talking about our school days that we'd shared, about our school buddies and how we'd planned our futures and how everybody had eventually gone into unprecedented fields... The dreams that we had... and how we had achieved some and some... lay unfulfilled yet...


I fell asleep, still lost in my wonder land...

I spent the next day and night wondering what he was doing, whenever my ears caught the chime of the clock that announced the time every hour in its sing song tone...

And when I woke up today in the morning, the first thought that crossed my mind was that today was the day...

I was waiting for him to call and whiling my time away by pretending to be busy, but ah, who was I trying to fool? Every bit of my soul was aware of the electric effect that his presence had on me... 

Should I just live with this beautiful feeling without telling anybody lest it be shattered???

No, my resolve needs to be strong, for it is essential I know...

My cell let out a wail to inform me that I had an SMS. I just let it be, for I was sure that it would be some idiot telemarketting some product or my mobile company trying to make me subscribe to ring-tones @ Rs.30/month.

But when I finally picked up my phone, there was an SMS from him. I wondered why he hadn't called... I opened it and it read,
Sry can't call, low battery... Am @ an hr away, hw bout meetin at 1 2day?Barista? :-)

I sent a one line reply, Sure, c ya! :-)

And I went to get ready... luckily there was nobody at home, so nobody could see how nervous, excited and scared I was...

I reached at 1, and there was no sign of him... As usual!

Barista also, as usual was deserted!

But hardly a few moments had passed when he apparated right beside me...

Him: Hey!

Me: Hi! Finally on time!

Him: I never thought a day would come when I would have to hear that from a girl...

Me: Well, the day is right here, for sure!

We both laughed out and sipped our coffee...

Me: Hey! Will you laugh if I told you something?

Him: Yes!

Me: I'm serious...

Him: Oh, do you need a doctor?

Me: Grow up, and listen to me...

Him: Ok, ok go ahead!

Me: (in mock anger)Thank you! All I want to tell you, is that I'm in love with you...

Him: You're kidding me, right?

Me: Do I look like I am?

Him: No, I'm sorry, I mean, you just took me by surprise... 

There was  a long pause in which I just sat and wondered, doesn't it normally happen the other way round... 

Then he spoke, slowly, stressing every word, as he did,

(I've never seen him looking this serious...)

I want you to know something too... 

I've been in love with you... from when I met you first, I knew I had fallen for you the first time I heard you speak...

 I never believed in physical beauty... (Was that a compliment, I'm still confused!) 

What I've always loved about you is that I've always seen you as an extremely strong person, as someone who could always hold her own, as someone who seemed so professional all the time... 

but I loved what you were! You were the only girl who I knew to be so head-strong, but you were the only girl who I ever felt really attracted to... 

Today, you just took me by surprise because I had resigned to the fact that guys like me weren't fated to be yours... I've always admired you, but was always afraid to be laughed at... I'm sorry! 

And I love you too...

I just looked at him deep into his eyes, hoping it wouldn't turn out to be a dream... 

But it wasn't...

I had really found my love... That was the first time I realised the truth of the statement: 
"When you want something with all your heart, the entire universe conspires, to help you achieve it... "

We're together, and will soon announce our engagement... Never again would I have to look at the rains and feel lonely... May the further rains just shower our lives with more love... 

P.S. This story marks my return into the world of fiction... I say return, because before I lost it, I possessed a passion for writing fiction. And to all those who said they could predict what lay ahead, tell me if this was it, and if no, then what did you feel would be the end...




Saturday 10 January 2009

When I look at the rain...-IV

[Read first , second and third part before you proceed to understand better]

I am sitting alone at a table for two at Barista, deserted in the morning hours, with what looks like a deluge outside. But I know he'll be here...

I had ended up calling him yesterday evening... dialled his number even before I knew what I was going to say...

Me: Hello! 

Him: Hey!

Me: So, you're back... 
['Course he is, you know that!]

Him: Yeah, just got back yesterday. A little tired with the journey... so have just been sleeping. I was just planning to catch up with you all...

Me: Oh, never mind, I caught you first...
[Pathetic, gal!!!]

Him: Hehe... So what are you up to?

Me: [I am lost in your thoughts...] Nothing much... just the same old routine! Same people, same work, same place... How 'bout you? Whatcha your plans?

Him: Nothing really... Hey! Have you heard from the others? How about catching up with each other tomorrow? You're free?

He said it... He said it...
My dil goes hmmm... hmmm... hmmm....

Me: [Entire life for you...] Erm... I don't really have anything to do tomorrow...

Him: Great! How about we meet tomorrow in the morning? Barista?

Me: Sure! 

Him: See you tomorrow then... Say 11?

Me: Yeah, 11 is perfect with me...

Him: K... see you then..

Me: See you!!!

Him: Bye...

Me: Bbye...

Him: Good Night...

Me: Good Night!

Him: Bye!

Me: Bye!

So I'm still here, waiting for him... 

What if he doesn't come? You didn't even bring your own car!!!

Well, there wasn't any point getting it... atleast there seemed to be none then! Mom needed it so I simply told her to drop me off here to meet some college friends...

I've started feeling a little sleepy now...

Damn men! Why can't they be on time?

I suddenly turned on hearing my name... He's standing there, hair all wet... yet looking dashing as ever! Being out hasn't changed his looks one bit... 

I immediately ordered two cups of coffee, and am trying to display mock anger at him now, but he's already sensed my anger, and he's trying to tickle my funny bone to make me smile... That's always been one of his best qualities... the smile on that cute, innocent face he makes just takes away my breath... and diffuses all anger completely...

I haven't heard a word of what he's been saying... so I try to look to steer the conversation to safer pastures... and then he sneezed, GOD he's got one of the most massive sneezes I've ever seen and heard! 

'So that's your first gift after coming back? A cold?' I tried to tease him... 

He just smiled and said, 'No, that's the second... I got the first yesterday! A small cut on my finger from a knife which apparently doesn't like me... It's told me to stay away from the potatoes in future.'

There he is, back in his form with his whacky sense of humor!

And here's the coffee, with it's sweet aroma... which mixes with his aura, so confident and yet, so gentle...

I'm going to just love having him around... 

We stayed together till 4, [The Barista guy must've been really happy...] and then he dropped me home. We parted with a promise to meet two days later... after he'd visited his Nana's place and come back...

I'm convinced I still love him...

I don't know what he thinks though... yet...

I'm looking forward to seeing him day after tomorrow... and find out...




Thursday 8 January 2009

When I look at the rain...-III

[Read first and second part]

I've decided! I'll be there at the airport to meet him... to see if he still recognises me...

He's coming tomorrow and I already have butterflies in my stomach...

It's not an exam, gal!!!

But I don't know his flight number, how do I know when is he coming???

Apply your head gal, there aren't any more than 3 international flights in a day, can't you even find out their timings... huh?

Oh, yeah, Mr.Google, may I have the necessary information please?

Armed with the knowledge and feeling pretty sure that I'll know him when I see him, I'm going to the airport... 

Having nothing better to do, coz  I have reached early by one complete hour, I pick up some magazines and do what I like best... read and plug in my ipod...

But I am restless, and the dial of my watch is what occupies the retina of my eyes instead of those printed news stories... they suddenly seem so boring somehow!

Finally, there's the announcement for the flight... But wait, haven't I forgotten something? What will I tell him why am I here??? To meet him? Nah...

I'll tell him I came here to receive my cousin. But from where? 

Erm... US? Yes that's the next flight, after half an hour. I'll say US...

There, the flight has landed! Where is he?

Hey! There he is... He's coming towards me, towards the waiting area... I'll get up and surprise him!!!

Hi!!! 

Where is he??? Hey wait!

He didn't even notice me... He's taking a cab!

OMG, I've blown it up completely now... 

Who asked you to keep yourself hidden behind the magazine with 'Linkin Park' blaring in your ears?

He's going away, in a cab... Damn!

I'm driving away from the airport, feeling like a fool... I've dumped my ipod unceremoniously on the dashboard! Oh oh... it's my cell ringing. I pick it up and hey presto! It's him calling...

Did he see me after all? Or is he calling for something else?

Damn it! I can't pick it up here, they've got the entire world's traffic police out here and they're out to grab me... they're holding me!

Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

It's just my mom... who came to check why I wasn't awake when my cell was blaring it's alarm music at full volume!!!

Well, I can't tell her but I've dropped the idea of going to the airport... Should I just sit back and wait for him to call or come online? No, I can't leave it to chance! I'll call him today evening...


[Image courtesy: Google Images]


Satyam- A BIG Asatyam (Lie)

Satyam, literally 'the truth'.... and now a BIG lie!

In one of the most shocking revelations of the century, this is the letter written by Mr. Raju, Chairman, Satyam.

[Taken from livemint.com ]

View the article here.

To read in PDF format, click here.

I wonder what prompted him to come out with it now, after so many years.

I'll have to read and find out, and when I do, I'll share it here... Till then, pour in your reactions and comments...








Saturday 3 January 2009

When I look at the rain...-II


[Read here for the first part]

I just found out that he was headed back, back to where I was, waiting for him... He was coming back after yeeears, and I would be meeting him, he'd said he wanted to see me. Oh, gtalk is a boon...

He is coming, coming for me! Oh, I would want to hug him as soon as I see him... 

But what will I say to him? Tell him everything about it? What if there's someone in his life? And most importantly, do I still love him the way I used to? 

God, I need some answers...

[Bashes herself] 
hey! God's not in love, you are... ask yourself gal!!!



Friday 2 January 2009

Wall-E


If you think this has got something to do with the Wall Street, think again...

This is actually an animation movie by Walt Disney which rotates around the whole 'damage to earth by mankind' phenomenon. The movie shows humans living in space because the earth has been severely damaged and so the entire human race is shifted to a spacecraft in space till the earth is being repaired, but the plan goes wrong and return to the earth has to be abandoned. Meanwhile the humans get over-dependent on machines staying there for 700 years. 

Wall-E is a machine which had been designed as a part of the 'rejuvenating the earth' plan, but there's only a single piece that remains now. Robots are sent out from the spacecraft in order to keep looking for any signs of life on earth, and one finally finds a small plant which is taken back to the spacecraft as a proof that time to return on the earth has arrived. 

The movie is good, and there are obviously no actors to criticize and none to praise... It raises a good issue, but something we've been hearing and seeing for quite some time now. All in all, except for the initial part, the movie is watchable.