The 3 Mistakes Of My Life

Though i'm still to read the book, Chetan Bhagat's title just got me thinking....

If I had to point out "the 3 mistakes of my life", they would be....

1) That i was born

2) That i cannot think selflessly

3) That i'm only human...............

NO Masakkali NO Matakkali

I really dunno how to start this one...to animal n bird lovers, this would read n sound profane, and to most others, a tad too gawky......but here's something i have been wanting to put across for quite some time now....on the face of it, writing on something like this would seem profoundly juvenile and utterly pathetic, but the disgust for it was compelling enough to make me put it on this space...

Well..well.....

...the title is no suggestion on wht it is about (it may actually be

misleading)....no....oh, it's not one more addition to the list of praise-writings on the famous song from Delhi-6......the usual 'Sonam looked stunning with the 'whitie' on her head', 'Mohit Chauhan has done a marvel of a job with his vocals', 'Prasoon Joshi has weaved magic with words as usual', 'Vaibhavi's choreography rocked', 'Rahman needs no words whatsoever'...or anything like tht...

....toh phir kya hai??

Before the rabbit ( or rather the pigeon

in this case) is pulled out of the hat, i'm pleasantly forced to make a quick mention of another song which the above song is so reminiscent of (the reason u wud guess i presume).......the smash hit n the ever so popular...no..i'm not quoting the lyrics here(though i still remember the whole song n effortlessly so, 'coz it was almost an anthem then).....this picture on the right says it all....

no, this post is not 'bout these songs....so then ....wht is it about??...bloody....?? but since i'm

blatantly n tastelessly listing out songs here, there's one more song which i need to make a passing reference of before i move on....plzz..plzzz...i love this song.....this picture by the side wud make it its connection apparent wid the above two melodies....melody khao (rather suno) , khud jaan jao...bad pun, this one...sorry....

on a more serious note...connection mila?? nahi....oh..k..the

color's changed from white to grey....ab-bhi nahi samjhe....toh kya...but whatta song this one is.....i keep listening to it over n over again, but never seem to have enough of it.....

Let's get over with songs now...bohot ho gaya......hey...something just flashed through my mind while i'm still typing this post....it's grossly unrelated, but it jus' struck.....remember Babubhai Katara? how wud u n why wud u? he's an eminently forgettable politician, well, most politicians are...but this one's most detestedly n infamously remembered for something heinous called 'kabootarbazi'...'yeh kya cheez hai?' was the question in my mind when i first heard of it, n what did i do...? took a google search...simple...but the answers were shocking n disturbing....aisa bhi hota hai....

i'm more than half-way through this post, but am still beating 'bout the bush....whtt is this post about?? (un)holy shit!!!...whtt? yes this one's 'bout shit?? no not 'bout slumdogs falling into a pool of shit...but about poop..pigeon poop (sounds like bond..james bond).....yes...it disgusts me, does it not to u?? it's all over the place....one of the pieces of clothing tht i wear invariably carries this thing which has a dirty shade of yellow or white, n the dirtiest shade

of green with black thrown in- in various permutations n combinations...shee....not just clothes but a whole lotta things bear the stains of contamination, i've posted this picture of the condenser unit of the A/C outside one the rooms just as an instance n it says a lot...though it looks not so scary in this pic, it's almost a task, n a messy one at tht to scrap it off...it's nt tht easy, try it sometime.....it's so rigidly stuck to the surface at places tht only rigorous rubbing manages to clean it off at the cost of a few scratches tht remain as scars on ur beloved

object, the a/c unit in this case n it smells yucky...ufff....i dunno, but these creatures r all around in whichever direction u wish to glance from ur window or thru ur balcony, they comfortably n very conveniently place themselves just about anywhere n they pass so much of it, n when u look at them, they jus' affect ignorance....n they do it from so much height tht it sometimes splashes mercilessly on ur balcony railings as well as window panes, or just about anything tht comes in its way....holy shit!! Pigeon droppings are just not happening....

Had Prasoon Joshi experienced this, tht song wud hv sounded different, "Hey Shitakkali...Shitakkali...".......

Blogging Shogging Hai Rabba!!

Now this is what is called a sabbatical...haven't 'blogged' for 4 months n 15 dayz now....n the reason?? none really or laziness probably........for those who thought i was dead, well...lemme tell u i'm still 'Alive n Kicking'...

this is something tht happens to those who force themselves into activities tht don' really come naturally to them, i'm talking 'bout my selfish self here.....having said this, i don' intend to degrade myself at all, i just am stating the obvious.....writing or expressing thoughts in words doesn't come easy to me, need to scratch a lot of my head n hold an immense deal of patience throughout the time i write (or rather type) the post......honestly i find this activity difficult; pleasurable though.....

I tried a hand (or rather foot) at dancing as well, only to realize i'm nt good at it as well....do i sound depressed already?? nah..no wayzzz....

wht i feel is one needs to have a basic stem of a talent/skill which is innate, which can be honed n groomed and on which things can be built upon through practice n experience...

each one of us hv our own set of assets which need to be identified n worked upon...

coming back to blogging.....

i feel relieved getting back to it, even if nobody reads my posts, no worries at all.....i just love this activity.....even if there's no creativity involved here, it does leave me creatively satisfied.....does tht make any sense.....?? it does to me...

i sometimes fear i'll be accused of plagiarism....the titles of all my posts are borrowed or lifted from something or somewhere..but trust me, this 'lifting' isn't deliberate, it just strikes to me instantly ...like this one....it's 'inspired' from Gurinder Chadha's Bend It Like Beckham, arre uska hindi version yaar- Football Shootball Hai Rabba....i already sound like an Anu Malik then n a Pritam now...ooops....

tht's enuf for a comeback i guess....hey i like this tag yaar...which tag?? tht of a CBK, a 'comeback kid'....i love being into this blogosphere again....Hai Rabba...sigh of relief...period.

Laaga UNGLI Pe Daag...

On 30th April, i exercised my right to vote...haah...big deal...!! I've 'been there n done that' so many times now....yes...i'm nt as young as i look...meri twacha se, meri umra ka blah..blah...blah...u know wht...
Nothing to my credit, but i happen to belong to the most talked about constituency of Gujarat... for outsiders...it's the Gandhinagar constituency....of the 17-18 candidates in the fray, the most happening ones happened to be L.K.Advani, Suresh Patel( from the Congress Party n representing the Patel community, n wanting to cut into the 'patel' votes of Advani....who really cares, not me...) and and....Dr. Mallika Sarabhai(does she need an introduction from me or does she???).....

Arre re re....i've got into the wrong side of things, as usual....i've swayed away from my very purpose of writing this post....it's been 4 days tht i voted, but this stain or mark (or whtever it's called) on the index finger of my left hand is just nt getting lighter (rubbing n rigorous use of soap hv not helped), n it was so very half-heartedly n uglily done by 'the madam' who was assigned this job tht she din't even care tht some of the 'ink' trickled, found its way n spread into the fold at the junction of the nail n the skin.....not to blame her completely.....some of the blame to be shared by the maddening heat (the temperature was a soaring 43*C n it was 2 in the afternoon, wht (in)correct time on my part to choose to vote)...... an indelible mark for a very delible act....irony,irony....
i'm forced to sing, "Laaga ungli pe daag, mitaon kaise?"...but the histrionics n expressions r just nt coming...eeeks......

Nevertheless, i'm an eternal optimist, n as always, i see the brighter side of things......having my finger stained, i'm suddenly in some august company, i'll let these pictures do the speaking......

interesting photostream..whatsay guys?? this has been the most picturesque of my blabberings so far...

if ur still wondering who the man in the brick orange shirt is, it's me.....hmmm....i've dared to place myself amidst these stalwarts(it's perfectly ok by me to daydream, kya harzz hai).... it's a fad to flash ur finger in this season of elections, wht's the harm in joining the bandwagon....lol....

if the mighty Bachchans n Aamir chose white, Hrithik sported blue n Shahrukh grey, Ranbir flaunted pink n John (probably) wore a shade of mauve, i had to look different...but this is just a blemish of a difference.....the bigger n the more important difference is - while all of these were seen brandishing their middle fingers, it was the index finger on my part....reasons could be any...take a google search to find out....am already feeling worn out writing this post.... so i'm the most decent of 'em all, 'coz all of us know wht it means to flash ur middle finger....chhi....

while typing this post, time n again, my attention gets drawn inadvertently to this 'daag' on my 'unglee'....n i'm forced to think tht it shall fade away in time, but wht 'bout the 'daag' tht our 'netas' hv given to the country, shall it ever get washed away?? Not surprisingly, many people refrained from voting n getting their fingers' stained 'coz they din't know whom to vote for....sabhi to 'daagi' hain....

Ye Hai YOUNGISTAN Meri Jaan??

"Young" is in the air in this season of the biggest 'carnival' of the largest, most enormous democracy of the world ( read- India's 15th general elections) ....but who's making the most of this political 'tamasha'......? you guessed it right......well.... everybody knows it.....it ain't no secret.....it's been happening for years, n 'change' is too far to be seen, while the 'aam' aadmi (n aurat) is still left in the lurch feeling exploited n cheated, even as the Indian democracy is into its 63rd year since it made its "tryst with destiny".........

this time round, there's this hype surrounding young political leaders professed to bring in this fresh new 'young' wave into Indian Politics....whom r they kidding?? in the name of 'young', we hv a bevy of players, all of whom hv famous second names n a bright political lineage as their sole credential......
as his only claim to fame, a young 'saffron' Gandhi ridicules the greatest Gandhi , n fanatically lungs out communal remarks in order to make a place n be heard in the deafening political cacophony and later denies it with an absolute straight face, accusing the tapes to be doctored....clearly, not courage or political will, but desperation dictates these moves.....kya ye hai 'youngistan' meri jaan?
Priyanka (Gandhi, not Chopra) spurts into the scene, like the proverbial 'Jack in the box' each time the country prepares for the polls, rooting for 'amma' n 'bhaiya'...... at most other times, she's conspicuous by her absence.....
While Rahul (yet another Gandhi) is already being propagated as a silent crusader n heir apparent to the throne of the PM, one wonders if he really deserves it....or does he?? afterall, wht more does one need than a pretty face, the right surname, chic white cotton 'kurta pyjamas' to become the PM??

Gandhis apart, the young brigade comprises of the Pilots, the Deoras, the Scindias, the Abdullahs, all of whom inherited the positions they now hold from their Daddyjis n it's on tht steam only tht they find an abode in partisan politics..........no name of a young politician strikes me who's made it totally own his own virtues.....

Danson Joseph, general secretary of Jago Party, which represents middle-class professionals frustated by mainstream parties, wails, "There is no place in politics for someone like me who doesn't have money n muscle power and the wrong surname.."(Source: Sunday Times, dated 12/4/09)....tht does reflect the sentiment of the common (young) man on the street....well, tht's the sordid state of affairs of Indian politics today.....
Does India then qualify to be called a democracy in the truest sense of the word? Does Universal Adult Franchise alone make India a democracy? Is it actually of the people, by the people, for the people?? Or is it just for a handful of people to fill their pockets n fulfil their vested interests?? it really strikes a discordant note within people like me, who can either sulk n peeve or feel sorry.....this political mess looks incorrigible to me as of now.....

40% of the country's voters today are under 35 (read- young) n this high decibel hype n hoopla of the political reform in favour of the youth appears nothing more than yet another drama to entice n solicitously woo these naive breed of voters....ouch...it leaves a bad taste in the mouth tht how politicians can make anything work to their advantage.....
n the irony of it all....who've been fielded as the prime-ministerial candidates by the two leading alliances?....an aging octogenarian who flaunts his youth by hitting a gym, and another into his late seventies, whose blocked arteries needed a bypass a few dayzz back.......

Nevertheless, a trickle of 'change' has tacitly made an entry into 'young' minds, n it'll take quite some time for this trickle to become a tide, when we shall hv young political idols to look upto........till tht time ....we, the youth, have 'roadies' to appeal to us n a sip of a beverage down our throats, only to burp out loud - "Ye Hai Youngistan Meri Jaan!!!"

Ye Dance Nahi Aasaan

"Have feet. Will dance." is what the ad read, n it caught my fancy, big time...."Yes, i do hv feet" is what i said to myself, but will they dance was the million dollar question??? I exclaimed like one of my ex-professors in his patent one-liner- "I hv my own doubts!!" , 'coz i literally hv two left feet when it comes to dancing....but i still wanted to give them (my feet) a chance..'dance pe chance', as they now say in popular parlance.....

I was quick to notice this ad in one of the dailies for dance classes by SDIPA (Shaimak Davar's Institute for the Performing Arts) and i thot tht my lazy, laidback, perenially 'vell..la' evenings had suddenly found an occupation, not so easily though.........

Enrolling into the class and actually getting there was quite an uphill task and almost a tale of courage....i struggled hard and thot twice, thrice, a hundred times before mustering enough courage to dial the number to enquire 'bout the classes....was pretty upbeat once i successfully accomplished the first step, 'twas smooth sailing after that till the day when the batch was to start...20th Jan was the date....reached the venue with a lotta shakiness, 'nervous' was written all over my face, was juggling with 'to go' or 'not to go' all throughout and with all the dilly-dallying, eventually decided to take the plunge and venturously ventured into the venturesome venture, a tad precariously though.......it was meant to fall in my lot...

15 hours of dance spread over a month and a half followed by a stage act was quite an experience in itself, replete with pleasant memories and new-found friendships....nt sure how much of dance i've managed to learn , but it did help me tide over my coyness n chagrin, as far as dancing is concerned, which is not less than a battle won for me....it's fun sometimes to persuade urself into indulgences tht don't come easy to u.....

So, i highly recommend this to all - "Dance pe chance maar le" .....but all u 'pappu's who can't dance saala - beware, "Ye dance nahi aasaan, bass itnaa samajh lijei, ek aag ka dariya hai, aur doobke jaana hai..."

Why shud boyz have all the fun...2

Sequels ka zamaana hai...u had Dhoom2 , Lage Raho Munnabhai, Golmaal Returns, Phir Hera Pheri, Sarkaar Raj, et al............tht's a recent phenomenon in Bollywood; Hollywood has been there n done tht for years now....

But it is not this 'sequel' thing tht prompted me to write a sequel to my previous post....hua aisa ki, i had not watched Dev D till then, n after having it, i was tempted to add to my thots expressed in the last post, 'coz it came very close to wht i was trying to put across....

I wud call the maker of this movie a braveheart, for reasons more than one...... it proudly potrayed women as sexual beings, as much as men, without being derogatory....how menacingly flirtatious is it for a heroine to carry a mattress all the way on a bicycle and invite the hero to make it out in the fields and literally 'toot padna' onto him, there's nothin' sinful 'bout it.... n Mahie Gill rocked...and not just the heroine, the other girl (a certain Rasika in the movie) sends an open invite to him for some fun in the murghi ghar, n absolutely makes no bones 'bout it.......

In which hindi movie before this one has a hero asked the heroine for a nude pic of hers and she complies with an equal fervour? is tht crass or vulgar? i think tht's 'liberating' in the true sense of the word...it's ok for love n lust to peacefully co-exist 'coz they aren't sworn enemies, love doesn't lose its purity or truthfulness if u lust for ur partner, sexuality has been n wud always remain an essential part of a man-woman relationship tied by so-called 'love'.........

Sexuality is as old as humanity itself...why shy away from it? why talk 'bout it in hushed whispers? why associate it with a nagging sense of guilt? why mix it with morality? It's just a matter of seeing it in the right perspective..tht's it.............