An Irony of Life

Some time back, I had written about how boring life had become, so much that it was a type of killer. After all these months, nothing much seems to have changed in my belief. For the past few weeks, over and over again, I have lived with them and them and them and them and them and them and them and them and them and am going to further live with them and them and them and many others. Things always seem to happen in series! A person/character always gets what one wants in real life with so much ease. I mean, life in series seems much more exciting and much less boring, much more adventurous and much less monotonous, and life there seems much more invigorating and much less useless than the daily one. One would feel so important, so powerful,so confident, so extraordinary and successful in there. Well, all I have to say is that ordinary life sucks and I really really wish miracles would happen and fictions would be real though the only problem is that fictions are falsities, imaginary tales, fantasies, fairy tales- basically opposite of realities!! What an irony!!Sigh...

The Man in Dhoti

We were in the library- oh yeah! I go there once in a while. Had to start working on thesis some time before the end of the sem! Well, as I was saying, we, as in a group of 5, had gone to library to ‘research’ on our topic. I had never even touched such huge books in my entire life! Well, the whole research expedition was more like a drill exercise assignment, but did it with enthu nonetheless. There was another girl, sitting in the only comp in that room, referring a number of journals and typing her report. At around 5 pm, a man in around late 50s, wearing a old shirt and a dhoti went to her and asked how much more time she was going to take. She assumed that he was the caretaker or possibly the librarian and said that she would take more than an hour more. He then asked her if he could use the comp just for 10 minutes to check his mails and scraps as he wouldn’t be able to wait for an hour, for his duty was over. We were all shocked!! I whispered to the girl sitting next to me about his guts to openly ask someone who was using it for academic purposes, to check mails, and how atrocious it was! Well, they guys who were sitting on the other site were sniggering! I gave them a quizzical look, n they asked, ”Did you see that? Its funny enough that that guy knows to read and write and type. But its funnier that he has an email account, an active one too, and an orkut account!! We were just wondering the people in his friend-list!” Well, though it was rude of them to think so, I couldn’t help join them, thinking of how important his mails/scraps could be if he had to check them in a ‘library’ and that too couldn’t even wait till the next day’s duty when the comp was empty, and actually borrowed it from a poor studious student!! But well, we shouldn’t be judging anyone by their looks/age/dress… right? ;)

Does She Know?

I had gotten the idea from Mats about writing a 55 Fiction, a nice one too. i quite enjoyed writing this one and i might write a few more! Thanx Mats!


They wont know.

No they wont!

They’ll foil it.

Hope mom doesn’t know.

Hope she forgives.

Oh that she will!

I fear father.

Your father?

And hers.

And her brothers too!

They’ll never find out.

Hope they don’t!

Atleast not before!

Does she know?

OF COURSE SHE DOES! SHE IS THE ONE ELOPING WITH ME!!!

Dreams on fire!!

I am in so much love with this song that I'm just not able to get enough of it! Every bit of its music is just so enchanting and the lyrics is also equally magnificent. If a sensible soul in love(since a hopeless romantic would generally give out his heart n wanna sing this song to every opposite-sex walking across his/her path, I am not excluding them from this discussion), is really able to sing this song(or dedicate it :P) to his/her lover and really mean it from the bottom of his/her heart, then there could be nothing more romantic in this real world!

You are my waking dream
You're all that's real to me
You are the magic in the world I see
You are the prayer I sing
You brought me to my knees
You are the faith that made me believe

Dreams on fire
Higher n higher
Passions burning
Right on the pyre
Once for, forever yours
In me
All your heart
Dreams on fire
Higher n higher

You are my ocean waves
You are my thought each day
You are the laughter from childhood games
You are the spark of dawn
You are where I belong
You are the ache I feel in every song

Dreams on fire
Higher n higher
Passions burning
Right on the pyre
Once for, forever yours
In me
All your heart
Dreams on fire
Higher n higher

Whatever!

Pain.. is when some stranger standing in front of you gives some bloody bullshit reason popularly termed as RECESSION, but really tells you that you are just not good enough, after the 5 years of battle with huge books and numerous tests and useless assignments and meaningless projects. But what is even more depressing is when you have to tell yourself that may be he is darn right and that you ARE not good enough! Oh! Don’t give me that crap on optimism, confidence, hope and all that! It would be really easy for people to spill words of consolation to boost confidence and all, but its just not the same- standing in the battle field, and talking about it watching news on TV. Most of the times, the so called ‘great-people’s sayings’ n ‘motivational quotes’ don’t even make any sense. They just seem like Joey’s thesaurus words! These quotes irritate you so much when uttered at the wrong times, that you would want to kill the person who says them. Anesthesia is given before any painful invasive process to numb the sense organ(s). Pessimism is a type of anesthesia too. It is way easier to face a series of rejections shamelessly and digest the screams of one’s inner self with pessimism and negative attitude rather than hope and optimism. Damn all those right decisions that went wrong! Talking about wrong decisions, I wish I were born two years before or two years after! Being born when I actually did- man! What a disastrous decision(just not mine) that was!

Death Race

Saw Death Race movie on big screen yesterday! A one-time-great-watch movie, like say 300 or something like tat. OMG!! I was so damn impressed by tat movie( I know it was a remake from the 70s)! What I admired the most is the attitude of the hero. But then most of the people in film seemed to be overflowing with it anyways, n the hero was no exception. Worse; I felt so ashamed to ride my CYCLE- tat too a LADY BIRD back to my hostel just because I have done no crime, when those criminals got to drive such hi-tech cars! Man! What a talent!(assuming such car-drivers do exist, since I m not a very great follower of F1) I know! I know! If I were really there, I would have died long before the race had even started! :P But lets see what I am in my next life!!

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!