Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Aah nonsense.... :D

I so love nonsensical conversations... It actually takes brains and wit to talk intelligent nonsense and continue with it!! It's such a shame not too many people like them... Here's one nice brief one with a friend with whom I've talked soo much nonsense it's invigorating!!!

K: Yikes!! An aeroplane just swooshed by me!! Ok i think I'm really sleepy na...
Me: Ya I think so.. you looked it.. but luckily the pilot managed to avoid your ear.. many got airsick.. see what you do to people...!!
K: There was an awful streak of white...
Me: Ooh nice.. next time some orange and green too ok?
K: And somewhere in between a plane going round in circles with blue streaks. Ok I'm dozing off....
Me: And you're taking off... have a nice flight and do fasten your seatbelt..

Thursday, December 07, 2006

For the first time...

Had originally written this when I first came back home... actually on my first day of work- 16th November, but as it always is with posts I plan on writing… they always get delayed….

Well, after 4 months of Law school, I’m back home and I swear it does NOT seem like 4 months have gone by. During the course it seemed like this time would never come, but now it just feels like the whole thing just raced past… At the time, the tedium was unbearable; work, hectic schedules, CREs, tests, sleepless nights… but now all I can remember are my friends, late nights chatting in the hostel going out to the city in a group, walking at night and chilling on the football field after dinner… just the good times... It’s odd how the grass is always greener on the other side… Over there I was dying to come home, now I’m feeling so restless that I wouldn’t mind going back. But it’s only for the part of college other than the academic block of course…:P

When I came back home from the station, luggage and all, it just felt like I was returning after shopping or something…The old roads and buildings seemed so familiar, it seemed like I had been seeing them everyday. But then I remember that I was away for 4 months and memories of Jodhpur come trickling back, making me wonder… Did I really do all that?!

I once heard someone say that the first part of our life at NLU, those first 4 months, they would be like a crash course in our lives and I must say that is perfectly true. Chock full of first times… first time away from home, first time in a hostel, first time up north, first time doing anything not related to science, first time travelling to other cities with friends, first time roaming the streets of an unknown city alone (Delhi), first time going for an inter college fest, first time I’ve had such a big group of such jovial friends, first love, first time I’ve opened up to people in ways I never thought I would or even could… At the end of it all I think I’ve changed… I can feel it…

And now in Bombay, I must go to work… Hearing that makes me feel like I’ve been pulled big time… like given a jolt that’s made me grow up double quick in the last 4 months… Well, maybe at the end of 5 years, I’d have grown up and changed beyond recognition! Here’s to college life and to more first times!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Poignant Rose...

Fits, doesn't it?


Recently saw Dhoom 2… Thoroughly enjoyable flick… In it, Bipasha Basu played practically no role. In fact, it wouldn’t have made a difference whether she was there in the movie or not. This was also the case with Lara Dutta’s role in Zinda... Its like they’re just prancing around for the heck of it.. When I saw Zinda, I made an analogy which seems to fit here as well…

You know those handbags which look so tiny that nothing can fit in them except maybe half your cell phone? Those, for some reason, are so popular… It’s like they’re pretty much carried for show because they’re certainly serve no practical purpose. So, Bipasha Basu and Lara Dutta in those respective movies were tiny handbags of the highest order… utterly useless but there for show, trying to enhance the overall appearance maybe, but just inviting incredulous doubts as to why they were carried in the first place.

Another rambling for the day done… Over and out!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Normal? Naah...

A friend of mine, Kanishk, coined this theory.. he calls it the normal theory.. he narrated it to me, only to get my mind working on this and I came up with a counter to this, to which I got another counter. So finally we have come up with this as stated below, which is kind of an amalgamation of both our abnormal minds... So to state this theory as typed out mostly by him, with numerous inputs from me as well as editing and proofreading, here goes our combined effort at deriving a lot of "sense":

When I say normal theory I mean that’s exactly what it’s not because the theory talks about how nothing is normal which includes this theory obviously.

Fine so here goes…

What is normal...?

Something that is common to everyone... but by default no two individuals are the same, so there is no question of there being features common to all people, or even most of the people. Even if for a moment you assume that there is a feature ‘x’ which one person has, and define that as normal; in that case, as one may notice, that feature will not be present in the same way in almost any other individual, because every individual is unique in his or her own way. So in that case everyone else will be classified as abnormal and that in fact will become the common feature in all people. So abnormality is the only thing that is normal and hence there is no normal except abnormal in itself.

Now you may choose to look at it in a more simplified, absolute, and practical manner.

What is normal mathematically ?

A line that is perpendicular to a given line, or a line that lies at an angle that is not inclined to any side. By that definition, a normal person will be one who is not inclined to any side in any sense. Now a 'normal' person will have no inclinations whatsoever and that is an impossibility because there are many things a person will be inclined to.Could be something as lame as “Do I like ice cream or not?". I am not normal so I can say I like ice cream but a 'normal' person can not say that he likes or that he dislikes it has to be in the middle. Now in such simple cases, one might find exceptions. For example, take me and chocolate.. I don’t particularly like chocolate, but I don’t dislike it either… (Just for the record, these are not Divya’s views since she happens to be a hardcore chocoholic).

But looking into more serious issues like life, it is an impossibility for one to be normal, as the opposite of life is afterlife (not death). Now I have never met a person who is not alive and not in his afterlife (if an afterlife exists). Or for purposes of simplification a normal person cannot not be alive and or not be dead at the same time as that is a practical impossibility.

To look at it another way, people are said to be normal if their behaviour conforms to the standard behavior set in society and in life. Therefore to be “normal” is to act parallel to everyone else. But now, blatantly using semantics, normal means perpendicular. Therefore to act normal is to act at an absolute tangent to everyone else’s behaviour, which is abnormal… Therefore, normal is abnormal… If that’s too mind boggling for you, take it that normal does not exist...

So what have we learnt??

Normal= 90 degrees
Normal= 0 degrees
Normal= Abnormal
Normal= nil.

Take your pick…


Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Pool of Consciousness

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Stream of Consciousness

What is consciousness? Being aware, irrespective of the physical aspect; what matters is the mindset. Being aware of yourself, of other people, of thoughts, feelings, emotions. You could be aware in your dreams..

What are dreams? Speculations are abundant about the significance of dreams. People say that dreams could reflect your past- quite possible. Dreams can definitely show you what happened in the past that is playing in some nook or cranny of your mind, whether you realize it or not. Situations can be viewed from an outsider’s perspective, flaws recognized and nagging thoughts put to rest.

It is said that dreams can reflect what you want- definitely. Dreams can mirror your heart’s deepest desire or any whimsical want or need of the hour. They make you aware of this longing, if you did not know of it already, or the extent of it. On waking up you think- “Do I actually want this? Is this what I deserve? How do I go about getting this?” And the journey to achieve it or decision to choose to not achieve it is the result.

Some say that dreams can predict the future. As skeptical as I am about this theory, I have to concede that it just might hold some weight. A bigger cynic than me in the department relating to prediction and astrology is hard to find; me being over practical in such matters, but there just might be more to dreams in that perspective. There have been instances when I am going about my day as I normally do, when I get a start and realize that I have seen this before... this has happened before… I suddenly remember a dream that I had had previously, though insignificant and inconspicuous, that contained the exact sequence of events taking place in front of me.. and when it actually strikes me, it’s like the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle falling into place. However long back that dream came to me, however trivial the details, that sense of déjà vu always awes me and leaves me pensive and thoughtful… How did that happen?

Now déjà vu is something almost, but not quite, entirely unlike inexplicable in my book. The feeling of experiencing the exact situation previously always leaves my mind working overtime, either because of awe, shock, curiosity, or all the above. I’m conscious, and purposely try to be even more so. I think- “How did that thought process get triggered? What was the stream of thought that led to this one?” but more often than not, it remains a mystery, and I let it go until the next time something as surreal happens.

According to me, the power of the mind is unparalleled, since you can control anything with your mind. What you think happens. If you believe in God, you are aware of Him everywhere. You worship, love and fear Him. You venerate his power and look up to him, although there exists no proof of his reality. It’s all in the mind. Faith is a matter of the mind. Religion and God evolved because it prevailed in the minds of men that it was required to have a higher power to look up to and worship. People believing in alternate forms of medicine do so because it cures them, and they get cured because they believe they will. Why else would placebos be so effective? If you think that something is going to cure you, with full belief and conviction, that mindset will ensure that it will probably happen.

The power of the mind is supreme, that great entity that controls everyone and collectively anything. The mind sees what it wants to and interprets it as it feels fit. The fixed norms, standards and beliefs are not to be strictly adhered to.. the mind can stimulate in a person what was previously thought of as impossible to do. All that is required is awareness. If you are aware of yourself and your environment, anything can be done if your mind is strong enough and willing.

Sometimes, however, when you are aware of nothing at all, the thought can strike you, as it does often to me, which always makes me stop in my tracks and ponder.. I am here, I am alive. I am present on this earth along with millions of individuals like myself. I am actually a real entity composed of flesh and bones, going about my daily routine. But what if I’m not? What if the world as I know it is just a manifestation of someone’s dream or overactive imagination and what if that someone were to wake up this instant, causing everything to vanish in a puff of logic? And that further leads me to wonder.. Is this what’s called being truly aware of one’s presence in the world or is one actually ever aware? Is one actually ever really conscious?

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Goodnight all...

Green Day sang “Wake me up when September ends”. The song itself didn’t do too much for me but the topic- bang on! September is absolutely the worst month of the year and I’d be oh-so glad if I could sleep it out each and every year, this year included.. (Oh the crunch has already begun) That’s not such a bad idea actually, I think I will.. In fact, all those who feel this way should. And I’m sure there might be some other people who do so as well so it can be a nice snooze fest! All September haters, all asleep together.. in hibernation.. What a nice thought… People bonding in a way previously unthought-of!

All right, what’s with me today?! I think I’m too sleepy- hence the above gibberish. But one thing’s for sure- this year, someone please wake me up when September ends!

Friday, September 01, 2006


The other day, I saw It!

On being pointed out by my friend, I bent over to stare intently at something crawling on the ground. It was a bright red insect, shaped like a barnacle, slightly hairy.. scuttling about on sturdy legs, very distinct against the sandy ground.

While I was being fascinated by this, another friend came along and cracked a very silly joke which implied that just because I had lost my brain did not mean I had to look for it so intently on the ground. Yeesh… But since then, that joke has been withstanding and every time someone sees one of these things, they refer to it as my brain crawling on the ground.

Oh how hilarious!! But come on.. nice analogy.. You could think of my mind as sometimes languid, sometimes vivid, sometimes running in all directions, sometimes jumping from one place to another, and sometimes actually quite interesting to observe, but only to those silly enough to actually stop and examine it...So hey.. If my mind is the red insect, so be it!! :D

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


Whoa.. this place is so so curricular, it’s a wonder it doesn’t burst at the seams! Get this- wake up at around 5, try to study, fail miserably, rush to class which are from 8 to 4:30, go eat, go to the library and study (well that’s what we SHOULD do..), go for dinner, hang out with friends, go study, go gossip, go do time-pass in others' rooms, sleep not earlier than 1a.m. (6 hours of sleep is a luxury around here and 8 is a distant memory...), wake up again at 5a.m... blah blah…. And apart from this, we have homework, CREs (Court room exercises), moot courts, synopses, projects upon projects, snap tests, monthly tests, sports you cannot resist attempting, talent shows and cultural programs you have to prepare for… Oh, did I mention studies!!?? Hehehe I’m soo not used to this.. but be it the now-usual habit of walking, talking, singing, dreaming with friends every night after dinner (‘tis a norm now… ), or sitting and chatting in someone’s room till 1 a.m., or waking up at the crack of dawn by incessant pounding on your door, or trudging to the academic block in the hot sun or strong gale, or imitating hilarious professors, or getting soaked to the bone and enjoying every second of the heavy downpours that are prevalent now in “Sun City” .. This is nice… Really nice…

Friday, August 04, 2006

Divinity defined

Whenever a big hoopla is made about the many religious festivals celebrated here, I get very, very irritated. Cacophony, pollution and glaring lights… this is apparently the best way to celebrate some momentous occasion of whatever god it is that you believe in!! I mean, if this is devout religiousness, why!?? It is so highly commercialized that it’s disturbing! See, as for myself I am not religious in the accepted sense of the word. I don’t believe in the specific gods whose belief is propagated, who preside over us as described in scripture. That is a myth, proliferated merely to satisfy mans inborn need to worship a higher power, to adulate and surrender. I understand that it’s all a question having faith and celebrating it, but my relentless over-practicality in such matters leads me to question- how would people on earth know that the gods came from Heaven and did such and such? Now I have nothing against this… to each his own, but it would make more sense to me to worship something like the sun, the stars, nature!!! These are real entities; great, massive, powerful… This sounds extremely pagan, but it’s so simple, yet maintaining that sense of purity of true worship! We think we have progressed, these powerful gods we create, the rituals, the rules… but we have screwed it up.. made it a protocol. We have gone backwards. The end yields a simple solution and we have obviously not attained that. Today it is organized religion, just another (quite lucrative) industry…

I’m not overly religious. Let’s say I’m in two minds about that… I don’t really believe in “God”, but at the same time I can’t be called an atheist.. one could maybe say I’m almost, but not quite entirely unlike an agnostic. I do believe that there is a higher power than all of us, who planned everything. This is mainly because, as a biology student, when I studied the various body processes, it simply amazed me the way everything fit together so perfectly. Hormones and nerves, kidneys and bones, such vague sounding combinations yet intertwined in a manner simply unbelievable. Everything works together so impeccably and every little detail is so meticulously taken care of that I thought- “This couldn’t have just happened on its own…” So there must be some governing force in our life.. there has to be..

Somewhere along the same lines, as for destiny, sometimes I like to think that I’m way too practical to believe in it.., like how can our paths be predetermined?? One HAS to work to get ahead in life and accomplish anything. Yet I hold that if things are meant to happen, they will… SOME sort of Karma exists in this world of ours, or atleast should... Work is inevitable- we must strive- and if the efforts are in the right direction, we’ll somehow get there.

So I guess I’m kind of a mix-and-match, inadvertently contradicting myself as I so often do.. Well… Now that I’ve jumbled up my words thoroughly, I’m signing off or else I’m destined never to stop!!:)

Friday, July 21, 2006

Sun City... Fun City?

Ah well.. big leap for me.. Hostel for the first time after being pampered at home since forever! Oh yes, for the people who don’t know, it’s NLU (National Law University), JodhpurBombay to Jodhpur.. Yaaah!! A thermophobe like me just HAD to land up in a place which is called Suryanagri (Sun City, for the linguistically challenged..).

But this place is not as bad as I thought it would be.. Admitted it doesn’t hold a candle to Bombay in the “happening” department, but it’s got its own charm. Not as small as I thought it would be too! And contrary to expectation, you can get anything you want, if you know where to look… The bustling old market is too quaint for words…

I was assisted from the beginning by my dad’s distant colleague here in Jodhpur.. He didn’t even know us.. but was so helpful it was unnerving! Going out of his way to help practical strangers and make them feel at home in a strange city when his wife had just delivered their first born, showing us the small by lanes and useful shops and nooks which we wouldn’t have found otherwise… It made me think.. (which is always dangerous)…

Mumbai was recently voted as the rudest city ever, and there was such a huge uproar against it.. We as Mumbaikars felt outraged that we were labeled as rude.. US!?!? No way… But now, what I think is… We were so used to being ‘rude’ and harried all the time that the rudeness had become a part of us.. inculcated in us… We didn’t know we were rude precisely for the fact that we were exactly that… I realized this because the people here are so friendly and polite that it’s startling for someone used to Bombay’s nuances!!! So one feels all weird in the beginning!! :)

All this, plus handling and playing with a baby as delicate as a rose petal and just as beautiful, mojdi shopping, battling the perpetual gale and dust that seems to prevail here and everything, I’m just all muddled!!! Add to this the fact that I abandoned this post in the middle to congregate with 10 other girls in one tiny room to chat about ragging, football, movies and hot guys that maybe you would get a clue as to maybe why that is!!

P.S.- This post was due almost a fortnight ago but I was so so busy that this was just lying on my table gathering dust till I decided very sweetly to bunk studying and type this up…. And now, guilty conscience.. :S

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Birds eye view of the clouds... Sigh...

Thursday, June 29, 2006


Try sucking all the air out of a bag.. let’s make it an airtight one. So now it’s filled with a vacuum..and its obviously totally flat. Now a bag filled with nothing doesn’t seem to be filled with anything... (Hold the duhhs..)

New setting… You’re in space- the mother load of nothing. Take that same bag out there and fill it with nothing. You can make it seem nice and FULL of.. nothing! So even ‘nothing’ can occupy space and obviously outer space is chock-full of nothing… Impossible to imagine on Earth for sure.. atmospheric pressure makes it kinda hard…

So there..My rambling for the day is done… Over and out!

Friday, June 09, 2006

What makes the world go round?

What is happiness? Having what you want, when you want it? So right now, I would be happy and completely fulfilled if I had every thing my heart desired…? (I shall not post the list, it’s way too long). But I am, after all, just 17.. My happiness right now does not necessarily translate into my happiness in the future, because what we want keeps changing with time.

If you think about it, it’s best to be a baby.. You don’t actually want anything but so amazed are you at the things you can (and do) get that you’re pretty much always happy………. For a while.. Then you grow up, you want things, and when you can’t have them, Gloom……

We all want to be happy, but at the same time, we also don’t. Not consciously of course, or else one would virtually be tagged a freak for wanting to be unhappy! Technically, when we’re happy, we are usually contented. We like the present situation and don’t want it to change. But that can’t happen… It’s when we’re unhappy that something actually gets done- priorities are realized, reality is grasped, determination to strive is gained… It’s actually unhappiness that makes the world go round. Doesn’t roll off the tongue as well as the adage, ‘Love makes the world go round’, does it? But it’s true, at least most of the time…

(Written by one of the mysterious personas that apparently float around me and enter my mind sometimes when I sit down and put pen to paper...)

Saturday, June 03, 2006


Why am I doing this to myself? The one thing that I do not want to think about, which makes me burn from within- why does it have to float on the surface of the murky sea of thoughts that exists in my mind?? The more I try to forget about it, the more I fail to do so…

As I lie in bed, I’m writing this down because I’m unable to sleep.. Not a new experience and not really surprising, considering all I did today, but this is specifically because of that one stupid thing that fails to find it’s way out of my head. I’m so tired… but the moment I close my eyes, nothing else comes to mind but that.

As my mind simultaneously also jumps from one thing to another, I see a large letter “L” lying on its side. More letters join it to form a word that can be read by tilting your head to the left.. The word is LANDMINE. Why..? But appropriate, huh? I just might go off with one more step!

I hate this.. Why am I doing this to myself..? I need to let this go, and quick..

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Water baby

Ah the rains are here again!! I love the rain, I really do.. Come this time of the year and it’s perpetually cool, pleasant…The world outside looks as soft as the clouds in the sky.. The sun is hidden (just the way I like it), the world is fresh, and everything is green, yes, even in Mumbai!! I love this season!!

The sound of the heavy downpour, the impaired vision out the window because of the curtain of rain.. Divine..

I look out the window and see the water dripping from the leaves of the coconut tree, the usually brazen drenched crows crowding for cover, the adorable little kitten getting terrified of the huge puddles in the road.. Sigh…

Now the other window… The sea getting violent, huge waves roaring, the fishing boats bobbing about wildly, the beautiful effect of the combination of the grim sky and raging waters... Gorgeous..

There are few things that can be compared to getting soaked in the rain.. It’s such a delight! Provided you’re not carrying important books or the like… Football in the rain, running around, carrying an umbrella to placate mom but discarding it the moment you’re out of her sight… Come the rains and I’m a total kid again!! Just like the pleasure of gorging on piping hot pakodas and coffee when it’s pouring outside is unparalleled! After the harsh summer, I always await this time of the year so impatiently… I’m so going to miss it all…

P.S.- Ok sometimes the rain can get annoying, especially when it floods the roads or halts trains, hence canceling plans.. But the pros outweigh the cons! Well sometimes at least.. Yup you got it, I’m adding this post script because my plans just got cancelled!:)

Monday, May 29, 2006


Yes, the band… I absolutely love them…and yesterday, I went for their concert!!

It was called Lords of the Loud (unbelievably silly name) and was to feature Strings and Euphoria. So psyched was I that I reached the venue earlier than the time the gates were to open (5 pm). Hardly any crowd was present, contrary to my expectations. As time passed (and passed, and passed), it grew a bit but still not as I thought it would. Waiting… waiting…my friends got really impatient, but not me… No.. I was going to see Strings perform!!! At 7pm- we finally started getting in the stadium!! A volunteer stood at the gates and said to me- “Uhh.. Actually… We are promoting AIDS awareness… So….”, and as his voice trailed off, he sheepishly handed me two packs of condoms (one of the sponsors was Kama Sutra)!! Hahahaha! Having safely disposed of these once inside, we got good places, only to find that we first had to witness a silly fashion show put on by one of the sponsors- Haute Chilli…Yaaawn…

Then, Strings were announced! And a while later, they were on stage!!! Oh, they were fantastic! They started off with Chaye Chaye and went on to do Na Jaane Kyon, Anjaane and Sarki hai yeh pahaar (which was almost completely Bilal’s song and was magnificent! Such a beautiful, dreamy song; love it!)They also did Duur and ended (much to our disappointment) with Yeh Hai Meri Kahaani. That was such a stunning conclusion! As it is, it’s a spectacular song,but they raised the bar! The lyrics, the melody, the music…. I was mesmerized! The guitar solo in this one reached its crescendo and left everyone begging for more, but alas… then they were gone… But the two and a half hour wait was more than worth it for their one hour performance!Brilliant…

And then another silly fashion show…And then Euphoria began. More talking than singing actually… I lost interest midway through their third song and left..But what a night!!!

Highlights of the evening:
  • Waiting in the queue outside the stadium was hilarious, with a particular bunch of guys cracking silly, raucous jokes that had the whole crowd in splits!
  • During one song, the entire stadium went pitch black except for the stage. Faisal told us to take out our cell phones, switch them on and wave them about… It looked gorgeous on the screen.. Like loads of bright stars in the dark sky….
  • Their energy!! They sure know how to work a crowd!!

  • Bilal looked as hot as ever, unruly hair and all.. To borrow an expression- What a rockstar!

Excitement is still there as you can see, but slooowly ebbing… Whew.. Over and out!

Saturday, May 27, 2006


A deep heartfelt movie which deals with love, terrorism and sacrifice.

The story begins with a blind Kashmiri girl, Zooni (Kajol), leaving the security of her parents’ home for a trip to Delhi for a dance recital with her friends.

There she meets and falls in love with the zestful and incorrigible tour guide, Rehaan (Aamir Khan). After an emotional and whirlwind romance and a few apprehensions, they are to get married. While Zooni undergoes an operation to restore her sight, she gets the news that Rehaan has perished in a bomb blast at the Rashtrapati Bhavan where she had sent him for an errand. She is devastated and returns to Kashmir.

Meanwhile, we get to know that not only is Rehaan alive, but is an integral part of a terrorist group intent on obtaining a Kashmir free from either Indian or Pakistani influence. His love for Zooni haunts him but he sacrifices his feelings to carry out his mission. As a poignant twist of fate, when injured on an assignment, he lands up at Zooni’s house a whole seven years after his supposed death to discover his ever strong feelings for her, as well as a son he never knew he had. After a brief façade, the truth is revealed, the couple reunited and a seemingly happy end draws close. But the terrorist aspect looms over them, leading to a shocking and unfortunate conclusion which discloses the torn mind of a heartbroken wife.

Aamir is as flawless as ever, beautifully portraying the balance between the love for a woman and his mission. His transformation from a jovial tour guide to a pitiless militant seems almost effortless, with both facets seeming extremely realistic. Kajol, after her sabbatical from the film industry, has brilliantly portrayed the character of an innocent blind girl, who finds true love only to lose it rapidly and unexpectedly regain it after a lot of mental turmoil. She looks gorgeous and her performance is faultless. In addition, Rishi Kapoor has done well as the protective father.

The only faults I found were a few trivial things, which on considering seem a little illogical. For example, a naïve blind girl completely trusting a stranger she has just met and spending an entire day alone with him. Or the blatant flirting that Rehaan does, even as he is introduced as the tour guide. Definitely glib and fun to watch, just not very realistic. Not to mention the miraculous and instantaneous recovery of the eyesight of a girl, who has been blind since birth.

An emotional movie, Fanaa has a good plot, skillful cinematography and breathtaking locations. Definitely worth a watch.

My rating- 8/10

(Yes, I am on what could be called a movie spree.. 4 movies in 4 days.. I think I'll lay off for a bit..)

Ice Age 2

A hilarious sequel in which we see our beloved mammoth, sloth and saber-toothed tiger, not to mention the squirrel-like ‘nutty’ Scrat. This time, all the creatures are threatened with a grave problem- global warming. So the journey for escape from the impending flood begins, with the company of two mischievous possums; Manny the mammoth finds love with another mammoth who thinks she’s a possum too (?), the nutty creature goes to new lengths to procure his prize, and oh so many more riotous bits! Whether this one is better than the first is debatable, but it's just 90 minutes of unadorned fun and mirth!

My rating- 8.5/10

Friday, May 26, 2006

The Da Vinci Code: Movie

Based on the book by Dan Brown, this movie turns out to be quite disappointing... Director Ron Howard certainly has tried to replicate the book, but has failed to capture the intrigue and emotion that surfaces when the book is read.

The movie begins with the brutal murder of the curator of the Louvre, and his desperate attempt to pass on an ancient secret, preserved for centuries by a secret society. This leads to an elaborate chain of events, involving a renowned professor of symbology (Tom Hanks) and a French cryptographer (Audrey Tautou), culminating in a massive cryptic hunt for the ultimate apocryphal cache- The Holy Grail.

Performance-wise the movie is almost flawless except for the ever bankable Tom Hanks, who is surprisingly wooden in playing his role. What really bothered me was the omission of so many elements in the book, as well as addition of new items that, if examined, don't make too much sense. Howard would have done better if he had just stuck to the original script of the book.

Overall an average movie... Worth seeing once to satisfy one's curiosity and finding fault after:)

My rating- 7/10

(Somewhat scathing review since I loved the book so very much and the movie turned out to be more disappointing than I thought it would be. A movie is never as good as the book it's based on.. But, oh well....)

30th May, 2006- Another group of friends dragged me to see this AGAIN!! Now i like it even less and my rating is now 6.5/10


Saw this a few days ago.. Not exactly in the mood to write a review, but I will say that this is really good... Good movie with a commendable plot, nice twist at the end, fantastic music. Not exactly top-notch performances (newcomer Kangana leaves a lot to be desired) but overall quite good.. Music is incredible, especially the rocking 'Ya Ali' and 'Bheegi Bheegi' which is a beautiful, strong song.. Definitely worth a watch..

My rating- 8/10

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Dream on...

I have amazingly strange dreams.. always.. since the beginning.. Here’s one I had quite a while ago and it’s so hilarious and bizarre that I’m posting it here..

I’m in my living room, and in my room is a black panther. Now don’t worry, nothing’s wrong.. It’s normal that it’s there.. I guess it’s part of the family.. Then suddenly we’re at this huge outdoor party, being held at ‘The Classroom’ (a la Rang de Basanti). I’m having a nice time with my friends, but the panther is here for another reason.. It needs a loan of a large amount of money. It approaches an influential person- Maneka Gandhi. They enter a room and leave after a long time, apparently having discussed numbers. Then we’re home and it’s a few days later. Same position as before; I’m in the living room and the panther in my room. I get a call from Maneka Gandhi who is absolutely livid. She rants about how she would not give the panther the loan because some shady deals have been uncovered and says that she would report our panther to the authorities. Now I’m supposed to convey this news to the panther, which I don’t want to do since I’m terrified of it and its temper. I approach it tentatively and it asks me for any news on the loan. Now I’m scared stiff here, so I say that the loan has been approved and there’s no problem since there were numerous witnesses to the discussion held with MG. Then it gets furious so I try to close the door and I succeed, only to have it come out from the crack beneath the door… Then I think my dad came in and placated it...

Huhhh?? Hahahaha!! Yes it’s weird, yes it’s implausible.. but these are the types of dreams I get! Admittedly, this was one of the more unusual ones… But it sure is colourful!!

Huh.. Perfect..

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Monday, May 22, 2006


I’m timesick.. Just as homesick means missing home, I miss a previous time, last year to be precise.. This same time last year.. I want it back.. May sound strange considering how hectic and troubled it was back then (or not, considering the turmoil I’m in right now…).. At that time, I was running around with loads of classes, studies, the works… now I’m as free as a bird with my exams behind me.. Makes me realize that one simple thing can make that tumultuous time seem enviable.. and when its gone, you realize how much it meant to you, and though you want it back, you have to learn to live without it… It hurts when you remember those times and realize you can't have it the same way and albeit painful, I'd rather miss it now than to have never had it, because it has altered me as a person in so many ways that I can't even contemplate how I would be without it, or want to have remained the same! When the recession started, I was crushed.. but I’m learning to deal with it and eh.. all for the best, right? Yeah right....

Thursday, May 18, 2006


Look at your palm… All the lines criss-crossing.. so many… They’re all there for a reason, each one of them.. Each line has its purpose,.. to help to close the palm, form a fist, wiggle the finger, et al… No particular reason for saying all this except that I just noticed this recently.. that these are not just a random network present but actually have a purpose.. Which leads me to say that there are so many small things in life which we fail to notice and/or take for granted.. The beauty and utility lies in the details and we don’t always perceive them, do we?

Disclaimer- I am not interested, neither do I believe, in palmistry or the like, so that’s not what this is about (as some people who I mentioned this to inferred)!! :)

Friday, May 12, 2006

The baffling and the beautiful

Soap operas are amazing…Hats off to the script writers who come up with the meaningless, monotonous drivel that is the existing story! Some warped brains those must be who develop such mind-boggling family relations! I have had the fortune (?) of seeing only one such dismal soap- The Bold and the Beautiful. Before the condemnation begins, I defend myself by saying that all what you are about to read was watched by me during a very, very boring and lackluster portion of my life, with nothing better to do. These are a few of the highlights of what I think happened till now in this series:

Blonde bimbo Brooke, falls in ‘love’ with a rich brat- Ridge. Marries him I think, not sure. Then suddenly turns around and marries his dad!!! Has 2 kids with the dad, and then divorces him. Then strikes up an affair with Ridge’s brother- Thorne. Then leaves him. Then sleeps with her daughter’s husband, Deacon. Has a child with him. Then leaves him. Then sleeps with Ridge’s newly found half-brother Dominic. Then leaves him. Then (finally) marries Ridge, whose wife whom he has acquired during this circus, recently died. (I think they got married a couple more times in between but I can’t be too sure.)

Now here are my inferences- First Brooke married Ridge, then her father-in-law. Her 2 kids at that time were technically also her brother and sister-in-law. Then when she was with Thorne, she was sleeping with her stepson. Then with Deacon, she was with her son-in-law. Then it was Dominic, who was her………. I can’t even begin to fathom what relation that is now! Also, her daughter with Deacon was also theoretically her granddaughter! Uhhh…

Another nice twist is this- Bridget, who is Brooke’s daughter, first thought Ridge was her father. Then she found out he was her half-brother. Then much later, she somehow discovered that they weren’t blood relatives at all. Then- I suppose it can be guessed- she falls in love with him!!! Then gets together with his half-brother.. Well this just proves that she is, after all, her mother’s daughter. I don’t exactly know what happens after this and, frankly, I couldn’t care less.

What an amazingly dysfunctional family!! Seriously, the only thing missing now is incest!! Like I said- kudos to the writers who thought up all this stuff… The Bold and the Beautiful has been on for so many years… so I guess it works huh? Whatever… utter nonsense.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006


Recently, I had a conversation with a friend in a very disturbed state of mind and I realized these facts about that specific mind and those of all of us in general…

  • Our minds are as complex as hell.
  • The more we try to block out something in our mind, the more it works against you.
  • Share. If we don't, one day it will all explode massively.
  • You can be helped by the people you trust.
  • Though you think you want to get over whatever personal dilemma you're in, sometimes you really don't because you take pleasure in the pain those thoughts bring you.
  • You can be helped only if you truly want to be helped.
  • Laughing off your problems may seem to work but seldom does.
  • You know you can't run away from your problems, but want to try anyway.

Seems like a random bunch of of sayings I already knew, and I'm sure you did too, but that one conversation sure put it into perspective.

Hey man, may the force be with you! :)

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Of Peanuts, sheep and political scandals!

It started with a Peanuts puchline... Chatting online with my friend Marc, it went on to mind boggling nonsense, just the way I like it! Here's a sample..

Me: Maybe it's better to have lost your sheep than never to have had any sheep at all.. Hahaha Peanuts!
Marc: At least you can report to the government to have a reimbursement eventually, when that sheep's 6th generation is around!
Me: Ya but all the red tape to prove the ancestry of that 6th generation... naah..
Marc: Oh the 6th generation would be generous enough to donate the money to PM's relief fund without checking how much it was.
Me: But no.. the agony of having their wool shorn off over the centuries would have turned them bitter towards mankind! Might donate to SPCA though...
Marc: SPCA? Sheep .. P C Associations?
Me: Oh even better!! Hahahahahaha SPCS!
Marc: Nah, but then there would be more incidents of kidnapping of Sheep if they make such a move, specially by the babus, and politicians.
Me: But why would they be bothered by their donation to SPCS? They would have Maneka Gandhi's support though.
Marc: No, Maneka Gandhi cannot extend support as long as she's in opposition. And SPCS is not a scheduled OBC organization.
Me: It can become 1 sans much effort.. babus will be too busy handling revolting anti mandal med students to oppose it..
Marc: No no, but the prob is sheep did booo baaah once in the anti Mandal protests, and the babus have noticed it all. So the sheep might as well decide to donate the amount to Babu Welfare fund.
Me: But water cannons won't work on them because their wool soaks it all up so they have a chance, albeit sodden!

What nonsense!! Hahahaha!

And for those who like to read a deeper meaning into everything, even stuff like this, consider this- Most of our politicians nowadays are bakras anyway! :)

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Explain that!

Jug Suraiya- Amazingly sarcastic and hilarious! Writes brilliantly! This came in The Times of India today and I just had to post it!

In its list of 100 global notables, Time magazine has included Nandan Nilekani, the CEO of Infosys, describing him as the 'great explainer' or, in other words, 'explainer-in-chief' of Indian IT.

Which leads to the question: If Nandan Nilekani is Indian IT's explainer-in-chief, who is the explainer-in-chief of Nandan Nilekani who 'explained' him to the reading public by devising that definition?

And the answer, of course, is the Time journalist who thought of that tag to describe Nilekani. In fact 'explainers-in-chief' aptly describes all journalists.

The Latin 'tabula rasa' (literally 'scraped tablet') is what a journalist is: a blank slate on which anything can be written. Journalists cover wars, elections, cricket matches, scientific discoveries, natural calamities, stock market scams, epidemics, all the ceaseless jostling throng of events that we call 'news'.

In other words, it's the journalist's job to 'ex-plain' — to make plain, or simple — to the reader what is happening in the whirligig of the world, and why, and how. So does the journalist really know, really understand what he is 'ex-plaining' to his readers?

Certainly not. A journalist could write about a new development in the highly complex discipline of particle physics. Does that mean that he really understands that very complicated subject?

If he did, he would quit journalism and go become a nuclear scientist, a far more rewarding career, both intellectually and financially. Or take a financial journalist who reports on the stock market.

Does he have to be a full-fledged market analyst to do so? A smattering of knowledge certainly helps, but too much would be a liability not an asset to communication.

Instead of a 300-word journalistic report 'ex-plaining' market behaviour what the reader would get is a 5,000-word monograph so full of professional jargon that no one but another market analyst would understand it.

As an overall explainer-in-chief of specialist explainers-in-chief (like Nandan Nilekani) the journalist has to be a generalist (the two words even sound alike) sponge who soaks up all sorts of information which can selectively be squeezed out for easy popular consumption.

So what should one call someone who deals with other people's thoughts, sayings and doings? I don't know about other journalists, but I'd be quite happy to call myself an 'explainer-in-thief'.
-Jug Suraiya.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Opal got kissed...

I’ve not read “Sloppy firsts” or “Second Helpings” and don’t plan on doing so anytime soon. I have no clue whether the novel in question was actually written by Kaavya Viswanathan or handled by those ‘book packagers’ everyone seems to be talking about, but I actually enjoyed reading “How Opal Mehta got kissed, got wild and got a life”! Admittedly, I picked it up mainly because of my curiosity born out of the hype surrounding it, but I was pleasantly surprised!

It’s a fun read.. Laugh-out-loud hilarious in places. Contemporary story, with obvious stereotypes of most characters. Quite a refreshing new twist on the old ‘Indian in the U.S.’ story. Not exactly a book to read umpteen times but a nice time-pass, candy floss one. And very cute! Too bad it’s embroiled in controversy.. Whoever wrote it, it’s well written.

P.S.- For those few guys who actually read, beware as this is hardcore chick lit!! :)

Thursday, April 27, 2006


After greatly disappointing us with the mediocre “War of the Worlds”, Steven Spielberg has greatly redeemed himself in my eyes with the spectacular “Munich”.

Based on true events that occurred at the Munich Olympics in 1972, this movie begins with the travesty of 11 Israeli athletes being taken hostage and brutally murdered by the Palestinian terrorist group, ‘Black September’. This event shocks the world and the whole of Israel cries for vengeance. The Israeli government, headed by the homely looking Golda Meir, hatches a plan to murder the 11 Palestinians involved in this terrorist attack. For this they form a secret association headed by a member of the Mossad, the Israeli Secret Service- Avner (Eric Bana). He is asked to take up this mission of tracking and killing the people responsible for the Munich attack. Initially, he is unsure whether to take up this responsibility or not but finally accepts and, along with his men, sets about establishing contacts and assassinating the required. Though hesitant at first, he becomes extremely dedicated to his duty and is determined to successfully complete it. The group carefully plans the death of each target, being scrupulously particular about causing no harm to innocents. As they inch closer to the end of their mission, members of their group start getting killed by the people they are after.

After a thwarted attempt to take the life of a particular prominent figure behind the Munich attack, Avner returns home unwilling to go on with the mission. He feels a deep sense of guilt. The Munich massacre haunts him, even while making love to his wife. This, and the thought of all the blood he has shed, gives him sleepless nights and a very troubled demeanor. The movie ends on a note of possible hope for the country, as Avner tries to explain to his employer the futility of so much death and atrocities towards the people.

Some scenes in this movie are exceptionally deep and meaningful, like the one in which Louis (the group’s contact) asks his father- the head of the information outfit- to explain why they did what they did, which robbed the lives of so many people. To this, the grandfatherly looking Papa bemoans how something terrible is always replaced by another as bad or worse, and how governments should be avoided as far as possible.

At one point, here is a heated discussion about the positions of Jews and Palestinians between an ardent anti-Semite and a Jew sympathizer (Avner). The conflicting viewpoints are explicitly presented and the whole scene is truly involving and transcending.

During the course of action, one of Avner’s men (the bomb maker) gets very emotional and overwhelmed with what they are doing- they, the ‘decent’ Jews. He seems to get very disillusioned with the situation and can’t seem to come to terms with what they are doing. Very touching segment.

Eric Bana has done an exceptional job in portraying the role of a military agent, dedicated to his country and willing to avenge his people’s deaths. At the same time, he is a family man- a devoted husband and a loving father. He leaves his crucial mission halfway and heads home, just to be there for the birth of his daughter. Later, when he’s out on the field and talking in the phone to his wife, he breaks down and gets teary on hearing his daughter’s voice. He appears to have become hardened and come to terms with his life and his job, but soon starts having sleepless nights and paranoia for his life. Even when he is home after abandoning his mission, he fears for his life and that of his family. He seems bewildered and unsure of how to react when a couple of minor Israeli officers express their honour at meeting him. Thus is illustrated a good honorable man who starts questioning the morality of all he has done, overcome with sadness at the state of affairs in his beloved country.

Throughout the movie, the brutal murder of the athletes is shown in fragments in a heart rending manner. Depicted very tragically, and with impeccable timing. The movie has an added element of authenticity with the many news broadcasts shown in it being original broadcasts from 1972, during this period of unrest in the world.

This is an extremely serious and somber movie, with brilliant acting, great direction, and beautiful choreography of the action. Definitely a must-watch for serious movie buffs with a taste for simplistic serious fare.

My rating-9.5/10

Sunday, April 23, 2006


Time is such a strange quantity… It’s so relative to everything and everyone…

I recently tried reading Stephen Hawking’s ‘A Brief History of Time’, and though I was making good progress, I had to put it on hold as I’ve had so much to do.. In it, time is described as such a physical, mathematical entity.. not all that appealing, is it? Time, to us, is in the mind- determined by how we do what we do.

I seem to have developed quite a warped sense of time recently. My mind zooms back and forth between the past and the present at an inconceivable speed, startling even to me. It seems like just a couple of days ago when I was attending my first day of Junior College, though it was actually two years ago. Alternatively, my school days seem eons in the past, though it was just three years ago when I last attended school.

Now that summer is here again and it's too hot, I was amazed to realize that a whole year had passed since I started talking cold showers in the morning instead of hot ones. Was it really a year ago? Sure doesn’t seem like it… I hear silly trivial things on TV such as Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes having a baby and I think- Didn’t they just start going out?

A year has lost its meaning- it can feel as long as a decade, as it did when I was 14 (don’t know why), or just about as long as a couple of months. Each passing year, those 365 days seem to shrink more and more like time is speeding up, unnoticed by us…

On another note, looking at the future, it seems like the 13 years which are to go to reach 30 years of age is no time at all.. will be over in a snap. Then again, sometimes I feel like the mere 7 months to go for my 18th birthday is stretching too much.

Time is so bizarre… and, nowadays at least, I absolutely cannot keep track of it. Clocks and calendars have become erratic, time flies (or drags), seasons change, and, intentionally or not, so do we; in ways we never thought we would, or even could.

"Funny thing that time: we’re always running out…

...The days become the years, that'll be gone before you know..."

Friday, April 21, 2006

One red paper clip!

A few days ago, I read this amazing article in the paper.. Was about this guy, Kyle, who had always dreamed about owning a house but couldn't afford one, so he set about getting one in a most unique way.. Check it out here.. Cool, man! Innovative way to chase your dream i must say... Keep it up Kyle!

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Tweet tweet: Part II

Why can’t I sleep at night? I think too much- I pretty much sorted that out last time. Part of that is due to my tendency to create stories in my head.

I first started this when I was 9 or 10 years old (as far as I can remember). Before sleeping, I would make up stories and this soon became a nightly ritual before I fell asleep. Soon I was doing this all the time- while waiting for the bus, while walking to class, while cutting onions… you get my drift. But mainly, before falling asleep. But this backfired on me as my stories kept getting more and more interesting. So interesting, in fact, that that kept me up, clamoring for a nice ending, a solid believable plot and script. And of course, I had to oblige.. Not that I didn’t enjoy it, but I was so sleepy!! Seems like I’m my own worst enemy, huh?

It’s also interesting to note that no one would actually believe this of me by knowing me as I appear to be, or as I think I appear to be, or as I think people think I appear to be. No one might have guessed that I’m this Divya-in-Wonderland sort of person because I really don’t look it. I appear very practical and down to earth (I think), but I don’t know if I am!! Well I am, just not in the conventional sense.. if that makes sense.

Well, I guess I’m just a dreamer trapped in the body of a non-dreamer (intellectual if you will)!!

P.S.- Again done at night, so hopefully no explanation required.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Tweet tweet, and I'm asleep!

Why can’t I sleep at night? I’ve always had this problem- insomniac since I was a baby. Ok fine, acceptable, most kids are cranky.. but this is ridiculous! I’ve tried it all- sleeping on my back, sleeping on my front, sleeping on my side. Sleeping with the window open, sleeping with the window closed. Sleeping with the fan on, sleeping with the fan off. And combinations of all the above. But no. And what’s the reason for this, you ask? I think too much. That’s right; this whole melee of thoughts jumbled up and intertwined, running through my head all night, graciously granting me a few hours of sleep, a looong time after I go to bed.

I should do something about this you say? Maybe I should try yoga, sleep therapy or just try to be more positive? My preferred method (if it were possible) would be the pipe method. That’s something along the lines of—I take this narrow bored pipe and screw it into the side of my head, just above my ear (my right ear, to be precise). I hold a jar beneath the pipe and tilt my head till all my thoughts flow into the jar, which is then capped and kept in the refrigerator (to keep my thoughts fresh, of course!). Then the pipe is removed and I have a blissful sleep punctuated by pleasant dreams-those manage to stay in there somehow and I don’t mind that. Then, come next morning and once again the pipe goes in my head, the jar is removed, and my thoughts are carefully poured back in (this time I use a funnel). Then out comes the pipe and my thoughts are free to bounce around in there all day! And this would happen every night…

Sounds cumbersome huh? But for a sound beauty sleep- worth it!!

P.S.- Reading this now, I wonder what was wrong with me when I wrote this. But then again, it was the middle of yesterday night when this idea was insistently bombarding my skull, which made me get up and write it down- just for my peace of mind. And now it seems just crazy enough to share over here! Can you believe this? Then again, if you've actually read this till all the way down here, you probably can! Hahahaha sleep tight folks!

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Does my blog own me?

According to this, I care only 12.5% whether my blog is read or not! So this is done almost purely for myself and as for that itsy-bitsy 12.5%, well a little interest never hurts!! :) So carry on people!

12.5 %

My weblog owns 12.5 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?

Men and Women

This is hilarious but actually kinda true!! :)
Woman 1: Oh! You got a haircut! That's so cute!
Woman 2: Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she gave me the mirror. I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?
Woman 1: No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.
Woman 2: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts - that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.
Woman 1: Oh - that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from these football player shoulders of mine.
Woman 2: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms; see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier……

Man 1: Haircut?
Man 2: Yeah.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Blah blah...

Yesterday- utterly ridiculous! Had planned to see Munich but nothing was confirmed- I so hate that, I need to have tickets in advance, just for my peace of mind! Ok so finally it was confirmed that we would actually go, then we ended up reaching the theatre 2 minutes before the show was to begin! That's cutting it way too close.. Needless to say, we did not get the tickets... Big surprise, considering the movie had released 2 days ago and it was a Sunday night, never mind that it was Easter Sunday as well..... Then we tried our best to try to make alternate plans but failed oh-so-miserably! One guy had come for this all the way from Powai to Juhu and was cursing the indecisive person responsible for this mess, and I don't blame him! The both of us spent the better part of our time together making the guilty party feel more and more guilty, till we finally decided to give him a break. But that poor guy had to go all the way back to Powai having done nothing!!! Then to top it all, having forced my friend to drive me home (the one at fault here so I didn't feel too bad about that), it took us almost 90 minutes to reach home, whereas it usually takes 10 minutes!!! Freakish traffic.... What a waste of a Sunday night!!!
Miami Ink is a really cool show.. The whole scene is just so radical!
It's about a tattoo shop opened by 4 friends, along with 1 apprentice, and shows how they manage their business along with their personal life. Interesting clients, awesome camaraderie between the guys and fantastic tattoos!
Oh dear lord... This was said by The Times of India to be an ultimately dull blog and that's such a MAJOR understatement!! Zzzzz....

Friday, April 14, 2006

Cho chweet!

Rang de Basanti was amazing wasn't it? Loved it.. inspiring, entertaining with fantastic acting and a spectacular music score!

I knew Aamir Khan would be really good..no doubt. And me; I'm a Kunal Kapoor fan. But even exceeding these two, i loved Siddharth's performance. Was beautiful and heartfelt.. Only flaw is he smoked way too much but, oh well, i guess the character called for that.

Siddharth was quite good in Boys as well, but this performance really took the cake! He looked so cute, so innocent, so naive… But then he had to stand up for society, against the government, against corruption. He looked so confused, so much in doubt, so brooding, so rebellious, that it would make anyone want to go over to him and just console him saying, “There there, it’s going to be all right”. Too good…Hopelessly endearing.. And he’s adorable too.. What a combination!!

Monday, April 10, 2006


Outrageous is not the word to describe this. The Mandal II report is unbelievable! 50% reservation for SCs, STs is way too much!! For a good cause, sure why not? But this compromises the chances of so many others! Lowering the cutoff for these minorities does make some kind of sense but how beneficial can it be in the long run? I mean, if you consider top medical institutes for one, these people have a chance of getting in even with poor performance in the exams and moreover, there are now all these extensive reservations. Now how would they be able to cope with the entire regular syllabus and compete with their ‘upper caste’ counterparts, who got in through pure merit and have proved they have the mettle to be there? There may be some special cutoffs for them even there; I wouldn’t know. But what kind of doctors would they make in the end? Not to generalize, but with all this special treatment, finally a not-quite up to the mark doctor is produced. Another deserving applicant could have obtained that seat instead isn’t it?

It’s hard enough to get into reputed institutes in any field nowadays, what with all the competitive entrance exams and staggering student to seat ratio and this just makes it a hell of a lot more difficult. Less seats, more competition.. finally a loss to the open category students- even those who deserve the seats. Why? Because the government suddenly felt a need to do something for the minority categories…?

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Is it just me?

Me- I have this thing for bikes.. I love bikes; I think they’re really hot. I don’t actually know their working or anything; I just love them in the aesthetic sense. Whenever I’m in transit and get bored, I start bike watching and totally involve the person who is with me- “Oh look; an Eliminator!”, or “Check out that Karizma, how cool!”.. This has been with me for quite a while, but not too many people knew about it… My mom thinks I’m totally zapped.. “A girl who loves bikes, what next?” she says. Out of my friends who do know now, 90% of the girls think I’m totally psyched! Hahahaha! Their expression when I get started on this is hilarious! They think- “Poor thing, she’s lost her mind”. The guys, on the other hand, think it’s cool. Impassive reaction I receive, along with comments of their own on bikes. Much better…. Let me illustrate my point- The other day on the way to the bus stop, I saw a Suzuki Hayabusa zoom by!! Awesome!!! At that instant I received a call from my friend and the first thing I said to her was, “Guess what, I saw a Hayabusa!!!” Her reaction-“Eh? What’s that?” On further explanation she said- “Oh whatever… Come on!”. Later when I told the same thing to a guy friend, he went-“Hey cool! Where?”. Poles apart… But whatever it is, I love shocking people when I suddenly start shooting my mouth off about bikes, because I know it’s relatively unusual! You’ve got to see it to know how much fun it is!! But I take pride in knowing that because of me, a very cynical friend of mine has converted and she jabbers away with me about bikes! Open your eyes girls… maybe you will see what I’m talking about.

Saturday, April 08, 2006


Ever wondered why we say “Hello?” when we answer the phone? Well, when the telephone was first invented, people became accustomed to ringing a little bell, kept especially for the purpose, and saying “Are you there?” whenever they answered the phone. Tedious, huh? So, once when Alexander Graham Bell was in engrossed in some work, he received a call and he was so impatient that he snatched up the receiver and abruptly said- you guessed it- “Hello?”. And there it is… It seems Bell invented more than the phone; he unknowingly established the beginning of telephone etiquette!!

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

V for Vendetta

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. " Thus begins this memorable movie, brought to us by the Wachowski brothers, after the brilliance of 'The Matrix'.

V for Vendetta is a strong opposition towards the establishment and speaks of a way of doing something to overcome oppression. It strongly opposes the exploitation of the government and has a firm stance of taking matters into the public's own hands. As the protagonist says- "The people need hope, not a building". It shows how one man decides to eliminate the wrongs which society had begun as a change. It thus questions the ability of humans to be able to decide what is best for them and also whether they can rectify the inadequacies in their plans.

The hero of this flick is the masked and caped "V", played by Hugo Weaving, a man scarred by his horrific past experiences suffered at the hands of the fascist administration, and bent on revenge. He takes it upon himself to eliminate those who meted out injustice to him and others at a so-called 'clinic'. He happens to rescue a regular average girl Evey Hammond(Natalie Portman) from a life or death situation and she becomes his unlikely ally in his crusade. She becomes enlightened about his philosophy of life and ultimately concludes what he had begun. A cynical cop(Stephen Rea) is entrusted with the duty of stopping V and finally realises the futility of ignoring V's message to mankind.

The movie takes quite a dramatic and unexpected twist in the middle, which involves Evey being mercilessly tortured and imprisoned about her connection to V, which could have been portrayed in a better way. Apart from this, the script flows smoothly and is accentuated by the slick dialogues delivered flawlessly by the performers.

The government, which is an extreme satire of the present one in the U.S, is represented as a cruel, faceless entity in this movie and the implied message is one of standing up for one's rights. Or as V remarks- "People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people".

My rating- 8/10

(Later I discovered that Hugo Weaving is Agent Smith from The Matrix!!! I never would have guessed!! Did not seem like him at all... the voice, the character.. Well he sure seems multifaceted..

Few more dialogues I loved from the movie-- When Evey asks V if his favourite movie- The Count of Monte Cristo- has a happy ending, he says, "Only as celluloid can deliver". Wonderfully cynical, don't you think!!?

In the beginning, when V saves Evey, she asks him who he is. He jovially points out the paradox of questioning the identity of a masked man... Deep!!

In the same scene, V gives this meaningful and verbose though hilarious speech which I'm going to copy paste here.. It had me in splits!!
V-"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. "
Evey-"Are you like a crazy person?"
V-"I'm quite sure they will say so. "

I'm still laughing!! Hahahaha!

All right, enough... Go watch it now.)

Monday, April 03, 2006

I'm always at my window.. now you can see why.

This is the view from my window...one picture at noon, one at twilight. Not quite as divine as the sight described previously, but still gorgeous. This is the rustic part of Juhu beach, not seen or talked about too often.. 'Tis a beautiful sight.. the fishing boats, the trees and, to top it all, the lighthouse... far in the distance blinking away all night, every night, the red beam of light cutting through the darkness... Gives me such a peaceful feeling to just sit and stare at this light and forget anything and everything.. Love my view, love the sea!

Saturday, April 01, 2006

A whole new world!

The lift in my building recently decided to go on hiatus, thus the terrace has been opened to allow people to go through adjoining wings. Whenever this happens, no matter how much of a hurry I am in, I take a minute and go to my favourite part of the terrace and of in fact the whole society… the part which has an absolutely magnificent view. I stand there and marvel at the sprawling 180 degree spectacle of the Arabian sea- or as I like to refer to it, My Beach. My Beach is gorgeous, especially during sunset and twilight…. The sand, the water… they lose their dirty quality which exists in reality and become this dream world of mine… Toward my extreme left, the old world lighthouse and rustic fishing boats returning with their daily catch, and to my extreme right, the five star beachside hotels with their elegant buildings and perfect swimming pools. And in the middle, a mixture of normal residential societies like mine and the gracious olden style villas and bungalows, with the gentle waves washing to shore… And in the distance, the water stretches, the horizon is distant, and one can make out that it is curved… It is beautiful… I breathe in the salty air, the wind blowing back my hair, my arms outstretched.. I am a part of this and this is a part of me.. Time stops...It is breathtakingl.. It is my world.. So as anyone can imagine, I long for my lift to become cranky more often so that My Beach is again open to me!!

Friday, March 31, 2006

Flighty feathery pests!

Pigeons are, without any doubt, the dumbest creatures on the planet. I’m talking utterly brainless. Supremely stupid. They can’t even emit proper sounds! Gulping noises which sounds like chirps lost somewhere in their throat, bobbing unsteadily on their bodies, appearing vaguely drunk.. Is it so hard to understand, mi casa is NOT su casa!? Whenever the window is even slightly open, there they come, flying in like they own the place. Especially two of them- I even recognize them now- one white and grey one, partial albino type, along with its normal grey boyfriend or whatever!! They own the place man! Imagine my disgust when I leave the room for a minute and return to find these two perched on my bed and walking around on it, daring me to object… That’s once. Once I walk in to see this happy couple emerging from beneath my dresser, walking around curiously like prospective buyers looking around a house. Another time I enter to see one with its head stuck between the decorative bars. On seeing me, it starts fluttering to get loose, only to get its head entangled even more… it looked in danger of having its neck wrung when it somehow freed itself and flew away- mercifully out the window. Compare this with another gentle-bird, if you will, which flew in and perched itself six inches away from the open window.. On me saying ‘Shoo’, it gets a start and flies everywhere except out the window which is at wing’s length from it.. all around the bedroom, under my bed.... you can imagine why I’m being so harsh! This happened a couple of times, until I took my friend’s advice, and stopped shooing them away since that apparently seemed to agitate them. So next time I saw one in my house, I started talking to it. “Nice pigeon, sweet pigeon.. won’t you please get outta my house, you irritating thing?!” Worked like a charm!! Insulting as it may sound, they couldn’t wait to fly out on hearing me!! Hahahahaha!! They soon started staying away too! As an added precaution, I religiously kept my window shut unless I was in the room.. Come on, I wanted a nice clean mess-free, feather-free room!! I suffered through suffocating times till I deemed it safe to throw my windows open. Now problem solved.. And any time a pigeon gets too close; it sees the warning glint in my eye and hastily soars away… Yippee!! Mission accomplished.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Go Churchill!

Hahahahaha just heard this one- Churchill, who was known to be of extremely vituperative and biting temperment, was once arguing in parliament when one opposition member had had enough and said, “Sir, if you were my husband, I would mix poison in your coffee!”. Churchill’s response- “Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it!”. Oh kudos!!

Am I...?

Sometimes, when I least expect it, I get this strange thought.... and when I do I actually have to stop what im doing and ponder it over. It strikes me- I'm here. I'm alive. I'm actually on this earth along with millions of people like myself, going about life's activities. Or am I? Is this even real? Is this maybe the manifestation of someone's dream or imagination? Maybe any minute now that person will wake up and everything we know will vanish in a puff of logic... Which seems pretty much like me saying- What is real and what's not? Then I regain my senses and go about doing whatever it was I stopped, till the next time this notion comes floating back in my head to perturb me again for a while... this... who knows, maybe the reality......?

Monday, March 27, 2006

Lure of the moon

"There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconcievable mystery"-- Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim.