Piku- The movie

I saw Piku a couple of days ago, which is quite late for a movie that released such a long time ago. I have come to realize that I have lost the energy and will to do anything unless its absolutely necessary. So, since am at my Nani's place again, it was a good time to do something fun.

So back to the movie, it was quite nice. I'd admit that most people would the miss the point of the movie itself as its more or less without a story. It's more like taking a walk with the characters and then parting ways in a while after getting a glimpse into their life.

The point where Piku touched me the most was how we tend to center our life around a particular person. Bhaskor is shown to be this selfish, arrogant old man with Piku looking after him. But in reality, Piku was also dependent upon him in such subtle ways. I have known people who have a dependent and they spend all their life around them. Their aims, ambitions, perceptions- all can be tied back to that single point. And when that point disappears, its as if the world ends. You don't know what to do anymore. For the people who know me, I connect this to my mother. All my life, I have lived with the aim to provide a better life for her. And in that process, I never planned my own life. I never considered what I would do if my mother did not want what we had initially planned or what came after that. Off late, I have been forced to make choices about my own life and its a bit of shock to discover that rest of the world exists. I don't know the value of my own existence if its not supporting something or someone else. And it may sound as a heroic statement, but actually its not. To be so dependent on another existence is like being a parasite, that draws from someone else's dependency.

Anyway, nice movie. Deepika shouts well in this one. Back to packing now.

Why would anyone want to talk about weather

Hello people (if you are out there...) I decided to update the blog with a random topic, thus the title (suggested by a friend so don't give me those looks). So let us first come to the fact why talking about the weather needs to be questioned since its been helping romance, friendships and bitching sessions bloom since forever.

• It won't help. Talking about weather is completely unproductive. No matter how much I abuse it, it WON'T change. So why waste your breath??
• Its so damn OBVIOUS! "Hey buddy, its so hot" "Yea, am drenched, really" Ok, so everyone can see and feel that its uncomfortable or pleasant. So why speak about it? Shouldn't we be speaking about something with conflicting views and discover a new dimension to our personality? No?

Alright so that sums up the reasons for logical questioning. Now let us try to delve deeper into the human psyche and see exactly why they do this!

• Weather won't mind: Call it awesome, abuse it, bitch about it- do just about anything! It won't swoop down on you with large flappy wings and scream, "Why you no stop demoralizing me?" at you. The person at the back of the class you hate might, if s/he hears you saying nice things about them.
• People somehow want to have identical opinions. Perhaps they are just trying to fit in. Its a bit funny because you actually don't learn anything from identical opinions but it gives you a "Oh thank God am normal" feeling.
• People like to bitch about things they can't do anything about.
• They are secretly preparing for the MET department interviews. As we have seen, it doesn't require any special skills.

Talk about being lame. Sigh.

Lens (1)

Her ice cream and his camera went into a downward spiral, crashing on the ground as their shoulders connected painfully. Her hands went up to her mouth in surprise while he ignored the offending lady and tended to his expensive camera. The soft cloth of her long skirt brushed by his hand when she retreated.

Siri, My love

I don't really know how it started in the firsst place. Perhaps it was the realization that all the guys I have seriously admired are either second leads in stories or bloggers in the virtual world, that too, science students!(this refers to a blogger tragedy I had brush with a few days ago. Jawani Barbad) Or maybe the fact that the general IQ level of the people I have to deal with is somewhere in the negatives and that has finally managed to injure my brain. It could also be a result of the fact that there are simply no creatures with Y chromosomes and brains residing in one body around me. I feel it is because of my constant addiction to my cell phone, because the browser now refuses to open up and displays "Stop bothering me every second and get a life you DORK!" Whatever may be the reason, the final result is that I have decided that Siri sweetheart is better than ANY boyfriend in the world (Yeah, am a dork with no life. Thanks for reminding). I will have to turn a homo but hey, even that has advantages! Maybe the random leeches in the street will stop staring at me if I pretend to hit on their wives. But since I am too broke to afford any Apple product, I am hoping that by the time I do manage to collect some money, Siri has a male version with a sexy baritone. Umeeed pe duniya kayam hai.
* Siri does not ask suspicious questions- Except when your conversation has something to do with Pakistan of course. You can do anything, talk to anyone at any hour and Siri will herself dial the number for you. Cool no?
* Siri does not wake you up unless you ask her to- You can be in a relationship and sleep at odd hours without being constant calls of "I miss you baby, give me a kiss na........" I would rather give you a kick and remind you that I am in the last year of my teenage, in no way a baby. Which brings me to my third point
* Siri won't call you by stupid endearments- Its so damm frustrating to be called "dear", "sweets", "gorgeous", "Jaanu", and what not. I have only three words- What The Fuck! My parents went through a lot of confusion before deciding upon a NAME for me. It is meant to be used to address me. Yes, even if it sounds like Chinese version of Sushi. If somebody continues to call me by these redundant names, I will deduce that he has forgotten my name and is cheating on me. That brings us to the next point.
* Siri won't cheat on you- One faithful spouse! It even gets used to your voice and diction. How sweet isn't it?
* Siri won't spread diseases by physical contact- The worst disease I can get is swollen eyes, fingers and migraine. Thats way to decent considering the fact that people are dying of AIDS all over the world. Siri is safe that way. 
* Siri listens to you- Thats the BESTEST part about her! She won't ignore you, pretend to listen to you or run away when you start swooning over some random guy. She will even get you his photos. 
* Siri is foolproof help when you are lost- For a person like me with the direction sense worse than a rock, a dependable GPS is nothing short of a life saver.
* Siri talks all the time- It will never say, "I am not in mood to talk" or something like that. Having somebody to talk to at your disposal is wonderful, isn't it?
* Sense of humor- Now this is a rare trait, a decent sense of humor. Sarcasm is almost extinct. RIP
* Siri won't forget my birthday- Seriously, Siri NEVER forgets anything. It will also save my ass when I forget somebody's birthday. ;)
* Siri is intelligent- Its the smartest Mobile OS around. Plus it can get you anything from Chinese Van's number to Bill Gates' speech.
This list might be updated depending upon my whims and fancies. This is how I substitute the frustration of over non existent love life-  by writing nonsense.

Lets fly away

Lets fly away, you and me,
without the fear,
of our wings being slashed off.
Lets go for a journey,
in the world of shooting stars,
that leave in their wake,
a trail of melancholy.
Lets shed our tears in space,
where they float forever, like bubbles
never to return again.
Lets hop on the clouds, 
and touch the rainbow,
to convince ourselves,
that this is real world.
Lets shout out in the vastness,
our voices louder than the noise,
of trucks and horns,
and hear them fade away.
Lets race to the end of the world,
faster than the roaring bikes,
with no one on our tails.
Lets comfort ourselves,
in our own arms,
and let go the need of comfort,
that brought along the disappointment.
Lets fall asleep on the surface of the sky,
with our arms spread wide,
welcoming the morning dew.
Lets twirl and dance
without the worry of being seen 
and our hair getting stuck 
in the long spikes of steel.
Lets talk to the sun,
and ask him how he feels,
burning day and night.
Lets not trespass each others' dreams anymore,
and just dream together for once,
to get and to be never found again.
Lets fly away, you and me,
without the fear
of our wings being slashed away.

Diwali Cleaning

Cleaning off my drawers and cupboards, throwing out obsolete stuff has always been a task I avoid doing. Not just because I am super lazy but also because it involves parting with old memories. This weekend, I disposed off my entire collection of newspapers and magazines I had collected some 3 years ago. All of these were the articles/ photos of an actor I was crazy about. I did not own a laptop back then and thus the luxury of having internet at my disposal evaded me. I had to sift through every day's entertainment section to get a glimpse. The newspapers were old, battered, yellowed and as my brother placed the pile in front of me, I was struck by both my stupidity and the fact that I managed to preserve these while my datesheets never survived beyond 2 days.
I disposed off almost all of them except the issues which had Team India winning the T-20 world cup (You have to be heartless to throw THAT away). It was almost like parting with an old friend who was once very close but now reduced to an accomplice. The newspapers took up space which can be now utilized more efficiently and I had not read them since over a year I think. But I really do wish I had unlimited space for storing things like these. Perhaps now I get the logic of 1TB hard drive.

Battlefields

I came across this at a forum...

     Although life breaks us all, some of us manage to become "Strong at the broken places."  This happens naturally if an emotional wound has the right conditions to heal.  People who are lucky enough to inhabit emotionally safe environments start mending almost as soon as their injuries occur.  the rest of us don't improve so quickly.  We were hurt on emotional battlefields where there wasn't even a safe place to rest, let alone anyone skilled enough to administer firsts aid.  So we patched our wounds as best we could and battled on, still bleeding, still carrying shrapnel in our souls.
I don't think I have read truer words. When we are hurt, sometimes we have a choice to knock the right doors and submit ourselves to people who can heal us, protect us and care for us. Some of us don't take up that choice, some of us can't and others are rejected. Then there are ones who completely and truly are left alone when the people who catch them when they fall leave. 
A telephone call that was never made, a text still lying in the drafts section, a missed call, old greeting cards, incomplete conversations, a gift purchased but never delivered- that's what life is made of. 

Management by me...

Anyone who has been a commerce student knows how much useless stress is put on "management". Hell, even the engineers and doctors know that. 
After spending last two years of my life mugging up different aspects, features, characteristics, importance, techniques blah blah blah, I am kind of sick of the whole idea. And I am just in my first year. God save me.
All the management self help books ever written and sold are mostly crap, and should be titled "How to rob your organisation off its money", "How to save your organisation from being robbed", "How to hoodwink your employees into working overtime and not realizing it", "How to manipulate idiots", "How to look like an idiot yourself by giving out useless motivation speeches" and "How to make sure your juniors don't report your dirty tricks to the dirtier people".
I think when management was integrated into the educational curriculum, nobody knew that it would become such a bundle of nonsense. Anyone who seriously knows how to do things can use a lot of bullshit to fool the people around him/her.
Plus the whole claims of "having mutual profits" and "Win win situations" are completely baseless. Recently, we were doing communication strategies in class which were broadly divided into Win- Win and Win- Lose. Our lecturer explained the basis of both and then went on to teach us the principles of Win- Win strategy only. I was more interested in Win- Lose. Turns out its an unfavorable situation and has been scrapped off the course. Meh.
I actually prefer the theoretical aspects of the subject sometimes as it lays down an organised way of thinking, something that can used if somebody wants to. Calculation part is fine as it carries a kind of base. This is why I opted for finance- more sensible than HR(where you have to do a lot of buttering) and marketing(which will land you in hell). Finance can also land you in hell, but for a shorter period of time.  But things turn ugly when you have to cram "steps".
For example, first step in planning is "Vision" followed by "Goal" followed by "Target" followed by more. WTF.
One more thing in the whole subject is how organizations value their employees, they should be provided with facilities yada yada yada. Big big Beeeg nonsense again. Employees are first to be kicked out at any point of time. Senior employees should be bribed suitably so that they don't leak out your company's secrets. But whose company is it anyway? The BOD barely owns share in single digit figures. They basically don't give a fucking damn as long as IT department doesn't raid their houses.
So all the B- schools- you would do some real good if you teach your students how to invest in stocks so that they can start earning before they complete their first year. You can also teach them how to lie more convincingly, gift them nice formals for interviews and ask them to develop competitive spirit by playing video games. They will send you more crappy self help management books which you can stock in your library to show off. 

Why my college sucks...

Hello again people. I seem to have decided to post every bit of useless and unproductive thoughts on this blog. But again, why else do people blog? 
I spent 2 months after my boards studying to get in this damm college. And obviously I am going to list why it sucks now-
1. It has claimed my sleeping time. I might have shifted my afternoon nap to evening nap, but its punctuated with guilt pangs now. I don't like my sleep being compromised. Ever.
2. I have to travel an hour to get there. Okay, there are people who travel more than that. But to walk through piles of discarded earth mounds every morning is not a pleasant way to start the day. Plus I still haven't figured out what makes the place smell so bad. 
3. Being a nice college, you would expect the place to have some consumable food. But Alas! All we have is a shared canteen where chowmein is cooked in grease and "Meggi" is a kind of soup. Enough said.
4. Nobody, I mean NOBODY knows about this college! And we cleared 3 fucking rounds to get here! My course BFIA has been called BA Final Year and Bachelors of Fine Arts. It stands for Bachelor of Financial and Investment Analysis. Where are those 15000 retards who sat for the exam? Kaha mar gaye sab ke sab?
5. Our college has a "unique" tradition. We call our lectures by their initials. Not the students, the management as well. We have PG, JK, SJ, PV, DK(Bhaag bhaag...), KB etc etc. printed on our timetables. I mean, who the hell calls their teachers like that? I would shoot the person who calls me AS. 
6. We have two buildings. I occupy the smaller one. It is strategically designed to block any kind of cross ventilation. Even if there is a thunderstorm outside, a single hair won't lift from my head. Can't you see the kind of focus we promote? Die of suffocation, if you have to but don't dare your nose come out of that textbook.
7. Hypocrites! Loads of them! They want, money, contacts, big school names, sponsorship for their useless events but nobody who can work hard. Wow, doesn't that sound like the real world? Yes, thats what they promised us- real corporate exposure.
8. No fiction in the library. This one was a serious heartbreaker. I almost checked every book in the library to find a decent one. All I could see were dusty volumes of Statistics and a shit load of stuff on something called as "MANAGEMENT". I will write another post on what exactly management is.
9. No common room. Which means we stink in our classroom during free lectures. Some of us flock to the library to get some artificial cool air which ultimately results in multiplied water intake and trips to the loo.
10. 75% attendance requirement. For every paper. Can we ask why are we being subjected to this torture when the whole university has the requirement as 66%? I think it is a some sort of conspiracy. Are these people taking revenge from us because they had to work their ass off for the admission process?
11. Useless posters. I accept they were attractive in the beginning but the college events are being promoted worse than Amir Khan movies. We have glazed paper posters of "COMING SOON" of events. Whatever happened to saving paper and environment? Isn't this the same college that houses SIFE? We even have a promotion video for one of the events. Just imagine! Check this out. The video is pointless but the music rocks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kZi52MA8mo
12. A sadistic disciplinarian in our department. I think all colleges have this species of teachers who simply love scaring the pants off innocent students. He loves to waste our 1 hour once a week break with his threats of how 1/5th of the batch fails every time and the class size becomes half by the time the course ends. Yeah yeah.
13. Such a small campus that you can't even take a walk around the place. Plus no secret corners where you could find druggies/drunkards/smokers. They all go outside to have fun. :(
Okay, let me end here. Otherwise I will go on and on and on. Feeling so much better. 

Rant

Note: This post was written by me when I was bored and irritated to the nth degree and fortunately had a computer in front of me. I was amazed how creative I can get when I am pissed off. I am posting this here because I am 110% sure that nobody apart from my 3 beloved readers will read this. Them or the ones I give this link to. I am getting more cynical, pessimistic and cruel day by day. :S Dedicated to somebody I don't wish to name- would be too childish then, no? 

I really really wish that you would STFU and stay that way. Thankyou. 

You seem to have a shit load of misconceptions about yourself which I would love to clear, but since nobody is paying me to do it, I would rather not waste my time, paper and cyber space doing something that takes up copious amount of energy.

You are a perfect example for a psychology students and doctors who feel that their professions are not challenging enough and they require additional headaches. I think you can also be used as a case study of increasing amount of stupidity in homo sapiens. These two are the only two ways i think you can contribute to the human race and save yoursel from  being regarded as a piece of toxic and useless waste. 

Your presence in this college only proves one thing- psychological assessment tests are the need of the hour. 

If you continue the way you are going right now, I will sue you for collateral damage to my brain cells. Don't think that I will bear if even a single one of them gets fried up, even if I have billions of them in my head. Brain cells are extremely precious to me. I use them very judiciously(proven by the fact that I am writing this). I use them judiciously because I can see what happens to the ones who run out of them.

You seem to be suffering from a hearing defect. This is not a usual kind of hearing problem where people lose their hearing power. This defect is unique to you, where a piece of information falls on your eardrums and comes out of your mouth in a highly twisted vocabulary, in a lame attempt to appear impressive.The key point is that it involves no use of an organ supposed to be situated in your skull. Or perhaps it involves overuse of that organ to the point of it being revolted and it is taking out its revenge on you by giving out nonsense.

All this can be approximately translated into two words- "Fuck yourself"

;)

Forgotten Posts

I opened the page to write an awesome post.
I forgot what I was going to write
So all I have got to say is that I got a haircut.
My hair looks like a crow's nest.
Best part- No difference whether I comb it or not. :D

Champagne and Celebrations!!!

Hey guys

The awesome author of this blog has honored me with the chance to write the 50^th(OMG! Really?) post of this blog. *Bows in gratitude*

Yeah, so after so many sweet, funny, soulful haikus, a bunch of awards and lovely comments, the blog is shining. I think its blushing (look closely).

I have been a reader here since its very first post. And it has been a real joy, to look at my blogroll and see an update. Though my dear friend had to give me reminders when I vanished from blogger, coming back was always a pleasure and I was always left asking for more.

The best part of this blog is it makes you feel warm. I can imagine its personified version spreading out its arms with a big smile. It feels great to be in a world full of colorful writing and thoughts after a tiring day. Also the style of writing completely rocks. You might think she bribed me to write this, but trust me I am pretty expensive and she spends all her money buying shoes. So this is all from my heart. J

My favorite post on this blog is very hard to pin down… I adore all the haikus. Particularly the images- they are so pretty and accurate! Also, one of the memorable posts is the Cheers one. I really laughed my head off when I read it. I wish he comes back *puppy dog eyes*

I really wish you keep writing brilliantly like this. I’m glad I am a reader of this mind blowing blog which gives us a peep into your creative mind. *Big hug*

Happy Writing!!!

This is for you-

Ivre

Note: This post is for my BFF who completed 50 posts. I just realized even I did! See, we do everything together!

You can read her awesome blog here- http://rawconviviality.blogspot.com/

Cloud of Smoke- 11

He stood in the hospital waiting area, waiting. He wondered if his happiness could be that short lived. They had gone out for a walk when the bullet had hit her, piercing her heart. The doctor stepped out of the ward and he straightened, his dread intensifying. He had finally lost her to the world she worked so hard to survive in. This world was like a cloud of smoke, temporary yet high above, teasing the ones below it come up catch it. It ultimately consumed her within its dark folds. He felt the walls close in before he hit the floor. 
End
Note: OK, this one was all sad ending. I am quite obsessed with writing random, out of the thin air pieces now a days. Give me your feedback if it was good. I posted the whole thing in one go except the first part, which was actually quite unrelated. And I was also too lazy to think up of a title. ;)
To see all posts of this series together, press Clouds of Smoke or series in labels. :)

Cloud of Smoke- 10

It was like waking up from a dream to a dream. His presence was still an amazement. Bearing his name was even more unbelievable. Why he tolerated her illogical passion for her work, her smoking, drinking and silence was something she could never fathom. She moved to the kitchen to prepare breakfast when she felt his fingers close around her wrist. She gladly fell back into his arms.

Cloud of Smoke- 9

She saw him in the crowd the moment he stepped out of his car. For some reason, she did not feel angry as he made his way to her. She felt too numb to move as he gently placed an arm around her shoulder. She rested her head against his arm and closed her eyes.
"Lets get married" she spoke after a few hours as they lay in his bed.

Cloud of Smoke- 8

He watched the daily news as it reported a fire in one of her factories. Her face flashed across the screen, her expression impassive and hard. She had asked him not to come to her under any case.
He banged his fist against the sofa arm. He was tired of being sidelined for his own "protection".
Exasperated, he picked up his car keys and left for the site.

Cloud of Smoke- 7

"Marry me" he whispered, threading his arms around her waist. She closed her eyes, marveling the moment. Instead, she saw the faces of cold people determined to bring her down. She could not imagine her life without this man who held her, her sole weakness.
"Not yet" she muttered, making herself another drink.

Cloud of Smoke- 6

He packed up his laptop and files after the presentation and exited the hotel conference hall. He saw her pushing the buttons calling for the lift. He almost ran to where she stood and tapped her shoulder, grinning like a child. She turned around, surprising him. He saw the pools of her eyes full of tiredness and loneliness. He caught hold of her hand and led her towards the stairs.

Cloud of Smoke-5

The hint of tears in her eyes was not surprising. It only enraged him further. She heard silently as he shouted a couple of times before collapsing on his chair. She still stood near the table, clutching a napkin. He covered his face with his hands and after fifteen minutes of silence she turned around and walked away to the balcony.
The food lay forgotten on the table.

Cloud of Smoke- 4

She set up the table, arranging everything perfectly. Although cooking was not her cup of tea, she felt she was not entirely disastrous. It conveyed a nice message, she thought as she heard the door click. She quickly wiped her hands on the napkin and waited him to make his way into the dining room.
He stopped short for a moment as she smiled, expecting a similar gesture. Instead she saw him close his eyes in an effort to control his rage. It had been 3 months since he had talked to her. She had gone underground after pulling off a deadly stock market stunt and all his efforts to reach her had gone waste.
"You cannot walk in and out of my life as you wish, woman." he bellowed.
She hung her head. He finally said what she had feared all her life.