What just happened...

So I get up as usual. But today was special, it was raining outside and when this happens, you wake up with a smile. I decided I'll go out for walk, BUT without an umbrella. So I stuffed my ear phones, put my Tee on and went out.

There I was, amidst nature's celebration. Enjoying every drop of celebration falling on me. Nothing really troubled me. Maybe, my mind was still asleep(It still is). I didn't care about anything. When that happens, you become one with yourself and feel complete.

I enjoyed the walk with shuffle playing songs that complimented the weather. Flooded streets, green trees, vehicles moving slowly. The world was moving in a blissful slow motion. Heh.

After a while, I come home fully drenched.

Mom asked "Who goes for a walk in the rain?"

I replied " Me. Gah"

As I was removing my wet tee, I asked my self "Who wears a tee inside out?"

I answered "Me. Gah."

Happy Birthday Abby!

This is a story, a story about a guy named Abby. He went to school with me. A winner all the way he was, in studies, in sports, in music. He wasn’t a good friend of mine but I knew that he was superior to all of us in every way.

At an age when a child’s mind only revolves around amusements and no serious business, Abby topped the competitive exam from the University of South Wales. He had topped the exam numerous times and they eventually sent him a Gold medal all the way from the South Wales.

I only remember one incident when I had gone to his place to rehearse a song we had to perform for a function. Abby played the drums. He was very good at it. While I was at his place, I saw a big notice board in his room; he had marked dates of various competitive exams. He had also jotted down the names of the colleges he wanted to get into. It was astonishing to see such focus in an 11 grader. The performance we wanted to give never happened. The Kuwaiti King had died; schools had been closed for a fake mourning.

Abby was also declared as the School president. Back in school the electoral process was highly democratic. Abby had won by a majority. Everybody knew about his brilliance.

After 11^th grade I came back to India. Abby completed his 12^th grade and took admission into Manipal University for an engineering course. There too, he was acknowledged by Nasa for his research paper.

Two months back while I was giving my final semester exams, I came to know through Facebook that Abby had suffered an accident. People continuously posted on his wall pleading him to come back strong. But I guess he was on a different road altogether. Abby became one with the whole. He wasn’t a good friend of mine, but I knew since the beginning that he was special.

Now as I look at his Facebook profile, I can’t help noticing his last profile picture. Like it wanted signify something, something that Abby wanted to tell the world. His last farewell.

Happy Birthday Abby.

You were special. Maybe that’s why you aren’t here with us.

The Conspiracy...

I’ve seen it. How it all happens just like its supposed to happen. I try hard, really hard. To stop for once and challenge the course of what’s happening. But nothing works, nothing at all. I get up on my feet and try to make my way to where I want to go. But I am knocked out onto my knees again. There are people who’re lucky, who walk on sand, who’re aided by their journey. Then there are people like me, who’re forcefully guided by a doggy collar.

Maybe some of us are entangled in a conspiracy,

The conspiracy of the universe and our destiny..

Dropping by...

I haven't written anything over here for a while now. Just enjoying a free state of mind. A mind state that's not giving out any kind of vibrations to my uncertain future. It's all good. So while I'm away you can listen to this awesome song. A song that celebrates a free mind state. You may not do weed, just like me. But all of us look for a stoner's mind state.

A certain lyrical portion I like in this song:

Oh, my daddy he once told me, 'Son, you be hard working man'
My mama she once told me, 'Son, you do the best you can'
But then one day I met a man who came up to me and said
'Hard work good and hard work fine, but first take care of head'

See you soon imaginary reader..

:)

Delhi :: II

So after an awesome night I was up very early the next day (Yes yes another crown of punctuality was accepted). It was supposed to be a long day. The homie had his exam and I was supposed to hang out for two odd hours (Baby’s Day Out).

As we checked out of the hotel and bowed down to the Paharganj for its affordable awesomeness, we thanked the Lord too as there was a light drizzle outside. I was supposed to hang out alone in the big bad city, but I’d found a companion in that soothing drizzle.

We had to board the metro again and we had some left over booze in my bag. Thankfully, homie’s brain clicked on time and despite of a hundred stares we managed to dispose the bottle. It was Delhi, that’s why we had to “Manage”.

Early morning meant a mob of people waiting for their ticket tokens. Queues were made (and broken). Shouts and cries exchanged. Stares were always being exchanged in between everything. You could always see someone breaking the queue and someone shouting. The onlookers treated it as a routine affair as they passed their boring stares. Finally we got our tokens and joined another queue to get our baggage checked. As I moved within the queue, I just thought of taking half a step out of the line. Just to facilitate the smooth movement of everyone in the line. A random man from behind commented “Line mai toh aa jao”. I was actually doing a minute social service but the idiot wanted me to join the queue and obstruct its smooth flow. I was like “WTF”. Gah.

So we boarded the awesome metro again. My homie found his exam centre, I wished him good luck like his make-believe mommy without the Dahi. After that, I was off to explore the city as it drizzled. In his drenched cargos and floaters, the wolf made his way. I was in this area called “Keshav Puram”. I thought of staying there and exploring the area. After taking a walk and spotting deserted hotels, I decided to make a move outside the area. I didn’t want to meet anyone through twitter. So I called up my sister and asked her any good place to visit in Delhi. She recommended Connaught Place.

After solving the puzzle as to which metro I had to take. I finally figured out the right route.

On my way I met this oldie Sardar who himself was puzzled, I helped him out a little. Old people are like children, they somehow retain that similar innocence. I remember this particular dialogue that the oldie sardar said while looking at the crowd

“Pata nahin duniya ko itni jaldi kyun padi hui hai”

I silently Awww-ed. I finally reached Connaught Place and that was when I realized I was in the Capital. There was a line up of expensive shops for materialistic souls and fancy women. But there were patches of Gardens here and there. In the rain, those Gardens looked greener and beautified every view. I took a walk in the park that was built in the center of the road; it’s called “Central Park” (Friends?).

Even though the park was deserted with kiddie couples enjoying the rains, I was enjoying the rain and the greenery. After taking photos, handling stares and going to the Jugaad market called “Palika bazaar” which EVEN sold duplicate ipads! I thought I should make my way for homie’s exam center so that I can catch up with him just in time.

I bought a ticket token and observed the flock of people moving here and there in the station. After which I took the metro back. The homie was tired and even me. We had to check out the monastery in Kashmere Gate but we thought of taking a last bite at McD and heading home.

Finally I bid farewell to the city and thanked the drizzle for giving me her beautiful company.

The trip was very short but I had my conclusions about the city

1- Forget the pollution induced by the traffic. There’s nothing more deadly than those public urinals. Pass by them and suffer a biological attack that can kill you multiple times. Making urinals has worsened the problem. I know it’s a petty issue but ask my nostrils and the torture they’ve suffered. *gulp*

2-Delhi SHOULD have more liquor shops. Frustrated men are not good for the crime rate. Let men surrender to psychedelia and attain peace in their inner beings. Alcohol is the ultimate resolver of issues. The resolving may be temporary but once availed regularly it can keep a check on desperate men. Drunk men are happy men not desperate men. Hence, no chance of crime.

3-Last but not the least. Delhi people should engulf tones of Chill pills. That’ll enhance their “Chill-pill” quotient. I know the city has a busy life but little speaking etiquettes don’t harm. Talking to people like your gonna kill them will not give your life any personal improvement. You’ll just re enforce your misery. So yeah engulf chill pills, meditate, sleep on time, over drink, take drugs BUT Take. It. Easy. My dear Delhites.

That is all. In the end how ever twisted the people here may be. This city is very much responsible for injecting lots of revenue in our economy. People from all over the country come here to earn their bread. This city is like that short tempered mother who may say a thing or two, but loves her children with all her heart.

Delhi, you are a kaleidoscope of colors. A collection of shades dark and light alike. However you are, I accept you and love you.

Erm.. Just open more thekas. Yep.

Movie Review :: Delhi Belly

This is my first movie review. I really don’t know how you write one. I don’t judge cinema too critically, based on technical parameters. I look at the movie, as a whole. If it manages to tell a tale which is different and has a certain degree of realism in it, it’s a thumbs up from me.

I’ve seen a lot of Comedy movies in Bollywood till now. Everyone follows the same formula, make a poor comedy movie, add some poor jokes and gags, Show those countable number of funny scenes uncountable times through the trailers and when the viewers come to the theater, they feel like they should’ve just watched the trailer.

Being a faithful Aamir Khan Productions fan, I was waiting for Delhi Belly. I knew I had to catch this movie first day. And whenever Aamir Khan is involved with a project, you can expect something creatively superior. Delhi Belly has a great story line. It’s not like the usual masala comedies, where a lame Akshay Kumar cracks a terrible joke and the audience join in with some fake laughs.

Delhi Belly is about humor, hardcore humor, where the line in between clean and obscene is rubbed and what’s on screen is mad, crazy but manages to crack you up. Because that’s what a comedy movie is supposed to do, right? If you disagree, rent a Rajshree movie and have the time of your life. It’s a comedy movie, with a strong story line, the plot is full proof. The jokes are laughable specially the comedic situations that are created as the story progresses. The dialogue writing is on-your-face. Rub the line between clean and obscene, and you’ll laugh. Because humor is all about rubbing the line in between. Yep.

The story telling could’ve been tighter during the initial stages. Then again, the dialogues keep cracking you every now and then. As the story progresses it gathers momentum but the comedic charm is not lost.

You can Google up if you want a detailed review by those over critical reviewers. I’ll just conclude it here.

Delhi Belly is a great movie. Aamir Khan Productions have experimented again and are quite successful in this experiment too. It’s not a family movie because some people use their minds while laughing. I say, let your minds relax for sometime. Go in there and bring out that child in you. You’ll have a good time. Big thumbs up to Delhi Belly.

Bollywood has come of age and that too, so beautifully.