Life without background music

Watched Slumdog Millionaire a day or two before, mainly coz I really had nothing else to do in life! :) Well.. I liked the movie very much, in general. Swinging back & forth between the past and the present, it was really very impressively taken, such that everyone could easily understand. The only other two movies I can think of with this past-present sway are Alaipaayudhe(Saathiya in Hindi) and Ayudha Ezhuthu(Yuva in Hindi), though both had their own unique styles.

In this movie, I was really moved by a few scenes- like the one where Jamal’s mom screams for them to flee, where the younger bro invites the little wet girl into their shelter, the scene where Salim saves his sibling from ‘eye removal’ and the ‘third musketeer’ gets left behind, the one in which they kill the villain n save the girlie, when Jamal meets Her in a bastard’s place, when they ‘almost’ meet in the station- MAN! I just loved every damn scene after that! All till the end when He crosses 3 platforms & 2 tracks and finally reaches her and pulls down the dupatta from her head and when she shyly looks down, all with that melodious ‘Latika Theme’ running in the background… OMG!! Seriously!! Can a guy love a girl so damn much?!? I mean normally in Bollywood movies, the love story is between a heroic manly well-built hero and a fair skinny beautiful (in most cases atleast) made-to-look-damsel. But in this movie, the girl didn’t look all that pretty and the hero looked like the thin puny guy-next-door! Anil Kapoor’s sarcasm was enjoyable in many places, but a little too exaggerated in a number of scenes. But Jamal could easily become ‘the guy-of-dreams’ for many, I am sure! But Cindrella tales don’t exist in real life, do they?!?

But A.R.Rehman’s mesmerizing music throughout the movie, especially the last scene, made me feel that we miss something really important and beautiful in life- a background music, appropriate for each and every thought, feeling and the passing moment. Just imagine how more colorful and musical life would be!

A picture-perfect morning

Today, I woke up with a wide smile on my lips. It is raining after a really really long time- the first after the long period of bitter cold; and there is a break in the clouds, through which the warm rays of the sun are flowing down to earth. The climate here today is so beautiful, so gloomy yet so delightful, and the place itself is so wonderful, so colorful and marvelously picturesque with a few peacocks dancing(well, actually just flapping their wings & feathers n circling, and coming in the way of people who are walking or running late to classes, and the peahens actually seem to run away scared! :P). And here I am sitting on my bed, cozily snuggled under two quilts, drinking hot tea, not thinking or worrying about anything, looking outside (and yes, typing in the side too :P), wishing this romantic moment could be paused and a ‘5-D snapshot’ (1^st ,2^nd & 3^rd dimensions being x, y & z co-ordinates, the 4^th being time and 5^th being my state of mind) could be taken, digitalized and saved. :)

Back to heaven

Well… here I am, back in college campus for this semester- my last semester in the prestigious institute BITS, Pilani. In train, my bay was filled with weirdoes! All of them! A guy in early 30s braying all the time, a 50 yr old who played really loud masala music from 7am apparently to keep us entertained and kept ‘trying’ to help me, an uncle who kept boasting about his profession related to film industry n all, a kiddo who loved plugging his ipod into his ears and singing aloud, 3 middle aged freaks in the next bay who kept staring at me all through the journey (to such an extent that twice I went to the bathroom to check in the mirror if something was stuck on my face!), no no- 2 were staring, one was infact glaring for some reason; a couple of romancing teenagers who slept together all through the journey- no they never came down from the upper berth unnecessarily, grandpas sitting below who were frowning on them, and a huge bunch of muslim-orthodox uncles in the bay on the other side of mine who played urdu prayers most of the day and took turns in doing namaz in the small place. On the whole, the journey wasn’t remotely pleasing, a lonely 40hr day train travel (delayed due to dense fog), then a bumpy tiring 8hr bus journey from Delhi to Pilani, with a bloody cold climate and fog so thick that I couldn’t see my own hand when I stretched it out, n the bus was running at the speed of an old man walking with a stick!! I finally reached the campus and the one n only Meera Bhawan (the only girl’s hostel) to find that someone else was already in the room allotted to me! Then it was about 10.30pm when I managed to convince my warden that the room was occupied n that I was roomless on a bitterly cold night and all the issues were sorted and I was given another room. Then I went to C’Not and packed some food n came walked back with a friend, and it sank in my head- I was finally back! It was so peaceful, so blissful, so wonderfully calming to be walking through Shivji! I missed the place so damn much! The next day I went to the institute and there it was, standing as majestically as ever- The Clock Tower! It was as if I had never left! The registration was very simple since I hardly had any courses. But I did meet a number of old friends n juniors, who on seeing me, came over n enquired about my PS. Well, I was glad I was wrong. I did have a lot of friends here n I shall make new ones too. But yes, it wasn’t and will never be the same without my old friends. I am sure it is going to be different in every aspect. Nevertheless I have decided to enjoy my psenti-sem to the fullest possible though 522, 588, 454, 785, 448, 183, 351, 096, 536, 003, 256 will all surely be missed.

Oops I did it again!

Well, I feel like a total scumbag; a rotten egg; no, a bucket full of filth! I feel like pulling out all my hair, banging my head on a wall contaminated with fungus, screaming out so loud into a mirror on looking at myself that the mirror would shatter into pieces, n running around a tree in the speed of light so that I could kick my own ass. I forgot a friend’s birthday!

I am really really sorry R. I didn’t really mean to do it, rather, not do it. Wishing you I mean. No A; whatever I did to you wasn’t the same. In your case I DID remember that it was on December 14^th. Only, I didn’t remember on December 14^th that it was indeed, December 14^th. It was on 15^th that someone mentioned the date when I said “Shoot! It was 14^th yesterday then?!?" n I called u immediately. But here, I totally forgot that it was R’s on 26^th!! How sadder can I be??? I have totally lost it! I never usually forget B’Days of anyone! Infact it is usually me who reminds people! n D!! I shall never forgive you for having reminded everyone else except me!!!! Grrr…

Well R darling. All I can say is you have the full permission to shoot me down the next time you see me, but yes, more importantly, Belated B’Day wishes from an idiotic me, n may your year ahead be filled with wonderful celebrations n joyous moments!!! U know what i mean [;)]!!!

The Perfect Guy

Yesterday, I was stranded in the heavy traffic under the scorching sun, irritated as I was, I started looking at the people around, trying to analyze what they were doing to spend the time wasted on the roads while waiting for the damned vehicles in front to move. There was an old man sleeping on the steering wheel on each halt. Wow tats neither good for him or the people around or interesting for me, I thought. Then my eyes landed on a cute girl, who was wearing nail polish in each signal! Now that’s what people call EFFECTIVE TIME UTILIZATION! Then finally my eyes landed on someone, and couldn’t move away after! I saw this tall young handsome guy, with tanned skin tone, with a well maintained body, I must say, with… how do I put it… uh.. really manly wrists and hands with nerves being seen conspicuously on them (he was wearing a full hand shirt, so could see only till his wrists, you see); clean shaven, nice haircut- not too short, not too long, not shabby, not oiled or gelled, just perfectly casual hair, sitting in an elegant posture in the passenger seat of a cab. There was something about his eyes. They were so beautiful, so sad, staring at an infinite point thoughtfully, oblivious to the burning sun or the noisy traffic. They were so warm and attractive that I just couldn’t look away! Then the traffic moved on and so did our respective vehicles, and we again halted at the same relative positions in the next few signals. I was here, trying not to look in his direction in vain, n he was there gazing at infinity, unaware of the real world screaming and honking around him. In one of the signals, his head jerked and he came to the present, and started looking around, trying to remember where he was and why, when whose beautiful thoughtful caught mine looking at him!!! I immediately swore at myself n looked away. In the next signal, I couldn’t resist one stealthy look to check if he was still in this world or went off to his own again. Shockingly, he was still in the present one, LOOKING AT ME, with a faint smile on his lips!!! Now wait! I am not really sure if he was in the present world or not. For all I know, he might have gone into tat floating world of his, n Incidentally, I might have been tat infinite point he could have been gazing! But before I could ponder more on this, his damn driver turned left in that fateful signal and my driver, who was infact my Dad, turned right. Well, cant really blame him, now can I? But thank God my Dad didn’t know about any of this coz otherwise, I m sure he would have decided to turn right way before that signal!!! :D

Aah well, atleast I got the chance to look at the ‘perfect guy’ for a few minutes, and got the proof that such guys DO exist in the non-model non-movie non-fictious world afterall!

And Another!

And here is another from Kartz, who i believe is one of the most talented persons and one of the most creative bloggers i have had the honour to meet in the blogosphere. Thanx a lot for the award dude! :)

Normally i dont pass on the awards to anyone specific coz i believe the awards go to everyone who is there in my blogroll. :P This too, i present to everyone on my blogroll, and more specifically, to the following people:

Vimal
Varun
Harini
Vivek
Mathangi

cheers!

Butterflies flying all around

The following awards have been awarded to me by really gud friends in the blogosphere- vimal n varun, . Thanx a lot dear friends! :) I am truely honoured to receive them!