Sorry I've not updated in so long. I had no inspiration left in my body. Hopefully all will change with this post.
It's the last day of 2008, and it is time to bid the year a tearful goodbye. 2008 has been the best and worst year of my life. I experienced so many things I never thought possible, all crammed in to one year. Here's a list of what happened to me in 2008:
1. I fell in love with the most amazing guy ever.
2. Kissed a guy for the first time.
3. We broke up.
4. We got back together.
5. We broke up again.
6. We've been best friends ever since.
7. Won the CNBC TV 18 award for best documentary film.
8. Had photograph displayed in the college exhibition.
9. Got a job.
10. Got my first salary, a paltry Rs 3000.
11. Got another job.
12. Purchased a cell phone for mom's birthday.
13. Inspite of joining the gym, have not lost weight.
14. Continous and irritating visits to the Doctor.
15. Got heart broken and angry with the terror strikes in India.
16. Mom's MRI scan came out normal.
That's all, I guess. I wish 2008 would not end though, for one basic simple reason:
In five months, I will be 23 years old :'(
Ok just because I'm so bored and in order to make this post a bit longer, I'm just gonna do a random tag called 3 things. Read:
3 Things that make me laugh:
1. White Ninja Comics for it's absurd randomness
2. Sitcoms like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, How I Met Your Mother and Will & Grace
3. My sister (I know she's not a thing, but she cracks me up!)
3 Things that make me cry:
1. Watching animals in pain
2. Human interest stories on the news
3. Movies like Dumbo, Life is Beautiful and Schindler's list. [I am basically a cry baby. I can cry at the drop of a..err..tear?]
3 Things that scare me:
1. Fear of being alone
2. Losing my loved ones
3. The future
3 Things I love Reading:
1. Cosmopolitan
2. Really good books like The Road, The Reluctant Fundamentalist, etc.
3. Tinkle! I still have a subscription
3 Things I hate:
1. My job
2. Posers
3. Rahul Mahajan (Yes, HE is a thing)
3 Things I don’t understand:
1. Why RGV accompanied Vilasrao Deshmukh to see the Taj post the terror attacks
2. Why people fight over religion
3. Why I can't get a job at a place I want to
3 Things on my desk:
At office:
1. My cute red bag
2. A small dabba of chana
3. My stuffed dog called Afro
At home:
1. Whole bunch of useless papers
2. French manicure kit
3. A bottle of water
3 Things I am doing right now:
1. Yawning
2. Typing this
3. Reading The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi
3 Things I want to do before I die:
1. Start an NGO for stray animals
2. Backpack across the globe
3. Bungee jump
3 Things I can do:
1. Sing
2. Whistle
3. Eat
3 Things one should listen to:
1. The Beatles
2. Their inner voice
3. Me
3 Things I would never want to listen to:
1. Religious fundametalists
2. People who think men are superior to women
3. Rahul Mahajan
3 Favorite foods:
[Too many to list, but I will still try]
1. Ma's Rajma Chawal
2. Nathu's Chole Bhature
3. McDonald's McChicken meal
3 beverages I drink regularly
1. Water
2. Tea [sometimes]
3. Mosambi juice
3 TV shows I watched/books I read as a kid
1. Power Rangers
2. Enid Blyton/Roald Dahl were my Gods
3. Captain Planet
I tag YOU to do this. Yes, YOU!
I guess I shall now conclude this post, promising to do better next year.
Before I leave though, I wish you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year! Thank you for reading and appreciating my blog, in spite of me being so irregular. It really means a lot to me!
Have fun and party safe!
Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Stream of consciousness
[I had written this today during a training session. Everything will be explained, read!]
Dear all,
I really do not know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? There is a session called 'CDLG' [don't ask me what it means, cause I don't know what it means myself], the topic name is 'Interpreting...uh...something'. I don't know what I'm attending this session. Perhaps it is a different environment from my cubicle where I sit idle all day long.
This room is a closed space in the HR department of the office. It is full of computers, and the AC is switched on full blast. I'm feeling a little cold, bu I can manage. My position is such that the instructor cannot see me. I'm completely hidden behind a monitor. I wonder why such arrangements are not in college, when we would do our homework while lectures were on, and we would always get caught.
Every morning when I get up, I curse myself for having taken up this job. I hate myself every time I step into the office. I hate global recession and the fact that I cannot quit this job because no one else will hire me.
The instructor has been speaking for about 20 minutes now, and I have not heard a single word. Others around me are listening attentively, asking questions and making notes. I would have paid attention too, if I considered this to be useful. For me, it is not.
Dear all,
I really do not know what I'm doing here. Why am I here? There is a session called 'CDLG' [don't ask me what it means, cause I don't know what it means myself], the topic name is 'Interpreting...uh...something'. I don't know what I'm attending this session. Perhaps it is a different environment from my cubicle where I sit idle all day long.
This room is a closed space in the HR department of the office. It is full of computers, and the AC is switched on full blast. I'm feeling a little cold, bu I can manage. My position is such that the instructor cannot see me. I'm completely hidden behind a monitor. I wonder why such arrangements are not in college, when we would do our homework while lectures were on, and we would always get caught.
Every morning when I get up, I curse myself for having taken up this job. I hate myself every time I step into the office. I hate global recession and the fact that I cannot quit this job because no one else will hire me.
The instructor has been speaking for about 20 minutes now, and I have not heard a single word. Others around me are listening attentively, asking questions and making notes. I would have paid attention too, if I considered this to be useful. For me, it is not.
Twinkle twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are.
How I wonder what you are.
I just felt like writing the rhyme cause it just came to me mind. I just realized that I have not written with a pen in a very long time, so my handwriting looks really shabby. I used to have really good handwriting.
My colleague's birthday is on December 19th, and that is the only thing I am looking forward to. I'm really hankering for some cake, even though I had some on Monday.
The instructor just said 'production' and I have been transported to SCM, our shootings, and me behind the camera. I loved the feeling of holding the PD-170 in my hands, focusing, adjusting the white balance. I miss that a lot. I want to be a cameraperson/cinematographer.
Have you seen that ad for glasses where a woman is in Africa shooting the wildlife? I want to do that with my life. I want to be her.
Ok, it's been half an hour now since the session began. Usually, I would be sleeping, but writing this is making me alert.
You know what I hate? The fact that my batchmates are in jobs they love, while I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for them. But I hate that I'm not there with them. Getting a job in the media requires a lot of work, and believe me, I've tried. There obviously is something I lack. I just hope I find this out soon.
The instructor just said "this is just a dummy". Dummy is a funny word, isn't it? Just say it once. Dummy. Dummy! hehehe. That made me smile.
My arm has now stared to hurt from writing. I really should write something everyday. My fingers are cramping up too.
Because Mudoh told me to, I stumbled upon stumbleupon.com. It is a really good website, because it introduces you to websites/blogs that you may not have heard of, and they would be of your interest. I have been to many new websites this way. Unfortunately, my office blocks most websites, so I can't use stumbleupon. That's just sad.
It's been 40 minutes now. 20 minutes to go.
My palm really hurts. I'm pausing in the middle to massage it. Very, very sad.
I just heard 'target audience'. Advertising. I never liked advertising. It was one of my weaker subjects in SCM. My worst being FC. I sucked at it. My chair is making weird noises, like it's gonna break. But don't think it will. It just needs some lubricant.
Ok, I'm gonna nap for 10 minutes. I couldn't sleep for 10 minutes. Must have been 5.
6 more minutes to go. I'm not gonna attend any more of these sessions as they are useless to me. I'd rather sit at my desk and read a book. Speaking of which, I finished reading 1984 by George Orwell yesterday. I suggest you read it too. It will shake you and scare you out of your skull. And it's not even in the horror genre.
My colleague's birthday is on December 19th, and that is the only thing I am looking forward to. I'm really hankering for some cake, even though I had some on Monday.
The instructor just said 'production' and I have been transported to SCM, our shootings, and me behind the camera. I loved the feeling of holding the PD-170 in my hands, focusing, adjusting the white balance. I miss that a lot. I want to be a cameraperson/cinematographer.
Have you seen that ad for glasses where a woman is in Africa shooting the wildlife? I want to do that with my life. I want to be her.
Ok, it's been half an hour now since the session began. Usually, I would be sleeping, but writing this is making me alert.
You know what I hate? The fact that my batchmates are in jobs they love, while I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy for them. But I hate that I'm not there with them. Getting a job in the media requires a lot of work, and believe me, I've tried. There obviously is something I lack. I just hope I find this out soon.
The instructor just said "this is just a dummy". Dummy is a funny word, isn't it? Just say it once. Dummy. Dummy! hehehe. That made me smile.
My arm has now stared to hurt from writing. I really should write something everyday. My fingers are cramping up too.
Because Mudoh told me to, I stumbled upon stumbleupon.com. It is a really good website, because it introduces you to websites/blogs that you may not have heard of, and they would be of your interest. I have been to many new websites this way. Unfortunately, my office blocks most websites, so I can't use stumbleupon. That's just sad.
It's been 40 minutes now. 20 minutes to go.
My palm really hurts. I'm pausing in the middle to massage it. Very, very sad.
I just heard 'target audience'. Advertising. I never liked advertising. It was one of my weaker subjects in SCM. My worst being FC. I sucked at it. My chair is making weird noises, like it's gonna break. But don't think it will. It just needs some lubricant.
Ok, I'm gonna nap for 10 minutes. I couldn't sleep for 10 minutes. Must have been 5.
6 more minutes to go. I'm not gonna attend any more of these sessions as they are useless to me. I'd rather sit at my desk and read a book. Speaking of which, I finished reading 1984 by George Orwell yesterday. I suggest you read it too. It will shake you and scare you out of your skull. And it's not even in the horror genre.
Vodafoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone!
Dunno. Just wanted to say it.
FIB: Fuck, I'm Bored
TIFU: This Is Fucked Up
FAK:FAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaK!
TIFU: This Is Fucked Up
FAK:FAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaK!
2 more minutes to go. I hope she finishes on time. FIB!
I just heard 'there's no solution'. There's no solution is also a song by Sum 41. It's a nice song. Sum 41 is a good band.
It's 12:30. Times up! But the instructior hasn't finished yet. :(
It's 12:31 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:32 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:33 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:35 now. I'm still here.
" "12:36" "
" "12:37" "
" ":38" "
" ":39" "
" ":40" "
" ":41" "
" ":44 -> Finally, it ends! Faaaaaak!
I just heard 'there's no solution'. There's no solution is also a song by Sum 41. It's a nice song. Sum 41 is a good band.
It's 12:30. Times up! But the instructior hasn't finished yet. :(
It's 12:31 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:32 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:33 now. I'm still here.
It's 12:35 now. I'm still here.
" "12:36" "
" "12:37" "
" ":38" "
" ":39" "
" ":40" "
" ":41" "
" ":44 -> Finally, it ends! Faaaaaak!
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Writer's block.
Have nothing to write about.
Boring.
Bored.
Boredom.
Depressing.
Will come back when Shakespeare's ghost comes back to me. (Yes, I keep him trapped in a glass bottle. Unfortunately, he escaped a few days ago)
Bye. I miss you. :'(
Boring.
Bored.
Boredom.
Depressing.
Will come back when Shakespeare's ghost comes back to me. (Yes, I keep him trapped in a glass bottle. Unfortunately, he escaped a few days ago)
Bye. I miss you. :'(
Friday, 12 December 2008
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Sigh.. :)
Love
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
-Pablo Neruda
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Some clarification
Found this on google while searching for own blog:
Read the original post here
Thank you.
Read the original post here
Thank you.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Here comes another one!
The Song tag! Think..Nostalgia and music! Finish the list and then tag three people to do it!
1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }
2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day
3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach
5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles
6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica
7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach
8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album
10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October
11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!
13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam
14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles
18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]
19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D
20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police
21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon
22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach
People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism
Keep On Rawking, yo! :D
1. Song most listened to during school years: Quit Playing Games with My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. { : }
2. Song during college years: Wake me up when September Ends by Green Day
3. Song during first love: Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol
4. Song during first heartbreak: Forever by Papa Roach
5. Song for all seasons: Hey Jude by The Beatles
6. Song you'd headbang to: Chop Suey by System of a Down and Cyanide by Metallica
7. Song you'd dance to: ...To Be Loved by Papa Roach
8. Song for gymming: Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
9. Song for long walks: Any The Doors' album
10. Song for drives: You Make Me Smile by Blue October
11. Song for mornings: Carnival of Rust by Poets of the Fall
12. Song for parties: Soulja boy!
13. Song when stressed: Thin Air by Pearl Jam
14. Song when cheerful: New Shoes by Paolo Nutini
15. Song when romantic: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
16. Song when mad as hell: Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
17. Song that you'd serenade a girl/guy with: You Really Got A Hold On Me by The Beatles
18. Song you'd like to be seranaded with: P.S. I Love You by The Beatles [The Beatles have a song for every occasion!]
19. Song you'd dedicate to any person in the world: Get the Fuck out of my way! by The Bloody B.C.'s, dedicated to Mudoh! :D
20. Song of a legend: Message in the Bottle by Police
21. Song that others connect you with: Imagine by John Lennon
22. Song that best describes you: My Heart Is a Fist by Papa Roach
People I tag to do this:
1. Nikki
2. Zephyr
3. AnnaChronism
Keep On Rawking, yo! :D
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Let's hit the mall!
If you didn't know this already, I love the mall. It is the best place to go to, and it caters to people of all kind. So what to do when you're really hungry at the mall? Hit the food court!! However, after close observation of the people who do visit the food court, I find it very simple to club them into groups. They are as follows:
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
1. The family: They arrive in huge packs - from dada-dadi, nana-nani to the one month old hanging from pappa's arm, they all come to celebrate family togetherness. They represent Karan Johar's 'Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham' to the T...it's all about loving the family after all!
Food court behaviour: They club twenty tables together and order food from every possible destination, usually creating a big mess. The children run around the tables, screaming, throwing tantrums. This group usually takes the longest to finish their meals.
2. The lovers: They have eyes only for each other. They occupy tables at the food court's most secluded spots, the khopcha corner. Loud sighs, girly giggles abound. It's just the two of them in the mall, and no one else apparantly matters!
Food court behaviour: They don't order individual meals (if at all!). It's just one plate of whatever (usually chaat, as I've observed!) which they lovingly feed each other with a plastic spoon. This group usually does not leave their tables till the girl gets an angry phone call from mummy asking her where she is.
3. The 'happy fraandsip day' teens: These arrive in huge packs too, twenty to thirty at a time. This group comes to the mall/food court only on special occasions like fraansip day, which is probably the most important day in their lives.
Food court behaviour: This group clubs tables together as well, and usually show up at rush hour. They don't order any food, and just sit around writing 'happy fransip day' with markers on each other's hands and tying the fransip bands. They are even louder than The Family, and twice as annoying.
4. The extremely broke teens: These arrive in a tiny group, maximum four. They come just to the food court for some respite from their mundane school/college lives, but they are too broke to afford anything above Rs. 20/-
Food court behaviour: They will all sit at only one table and will share one thing between all of them. This is usually steamed corn or a cup of ice-cream. Money is shared, and the person who pays constantly reminds everyone that they owe him/her Rs. 10.50/-
5. The Cynics: This is the category I belong to. They are cynical of everything and everyone around them, and look at each and every person with cynicism.
Food court behaviour: They only stick to their kind, and comment on each and every person in the mall. They have an opinion on everyone. Some usually write about their observations in a blog.
Much like this one.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Quotes you will remember forever!
"Grumpiness is related to cynicysm. Hence, when I'm old, I'll love to be a grump"
"I love gays in a non-gay way"
"News channels are like headless chicken. They run around a story, and then they [the story] die."
"Just like not everyone is meant to succeed, not everyone is destined to be a failure"
"Regular bloggers write blogs. But my blog contains no post. This is originality! Originality man! Originality!"
- The GREAT Mudoh (Jasmeet)
"This is not traffic. This is trafuck"
- I-was-forced-to-write-this-post-Iggy
I can't think a good title for this post, but you should read it anyway cause it's going to be funny.
In my second year at Mithibai college, I was blessed to be in the presence of a professor called Mr. B (I am not going to reveal his identitity cause there might be people from Mithibai reading this!)
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
He 'taught' us a subject called Fundamental Concept, which was basically a good class to attend if you have insomnia. Sleep was guarenteed. He would basically drone on about our Human Rights and Freedoms and Duties. Don't get me wrong, the subject is very interesting. But Mr. B had his own method of teaching. He would basically come to class and recite a whole chapter out loud and leave. No scope for questions, cause he didn't even breathe in the middle while he recited.
However, there was something very peculiar about Mr B. He had a full head of red hair. Not natural, of course. The red that came from really bad henna. The colour was inconsistent too. Somewhere it was red, behind his ears it was orange and at the nape of his neck, his hair was white. It was like a lunar eclipse when he would show up in class. And for those who bothered to attend, they would be subject to 40 minutes of droning, and watching his shiny red hair.
One day, I made a decision to *finally* attend his class (not having done so before). So he entered, and began his usual 'teaching'. I stifled a yawn, trying to protect my eyes from his hair. Out of nowhere, a joke crept in to my mind, and I had the urge to immediately share this joke with RadRid, who would sit next to me. I scribbled something on her notebook and passed it to her.
She read the contents and giggled. Now Mr B, who is usually oblivious of what is happening around him, looked up from his book and saw her giggling.
"Yes, what is the matter?"
I froze, so did RadRid.
"Uhh...Nothing sir!"
"Show me the book"
Crap.Crap.Crap. That's all my mind could think.
So he took the notebook and went back to his desk. He read the contents too.
"Oh, so it's a joke about me." he said in an uninterested voice.
RadRid and I were sweating bullets at this point.
And then, he did something that I never imagined he would. He read the joke out loud.
"Why did the students run away from Mr B's class?
Because it was declared Red Alert"
As you can imagine, the class imediatelly broke into laughter (I was quite surprised so many were in class! Usually his lectures had only 4-5 people!) Mr B wasn't laughing, with good reason. I apologised immediately, but he just shrugged.
I thought we'd be told to leave class, or our attendance would be cancelled. But nothing like that happened. He just returned the book to RadRid and resumed his class. And he didn't take any action against us after this incident.
But he did take one action regarding the joke.
He stopped colouring his hair.
Friday, 28 November 2008
A Message
This post is dedicated to everyone who lost their lives in the tragic terrorist acts that occurred in Bombay in the last few days.
To the 47 people, who died, trying to escape bullets at VT Station.
To the 4 that passed away at Cama Hospital.
To the 30 that passed away at Taj Hotel.
To the world, these may seem like numbers. But these numbers mean a lot to those who were waiting for them to return.
To Joint police commisioner (ATS) Hemant Karkare, Senior inspector Vijay Salaskar, Additional police commisioner Ashok Kamthe, Inspector Shashank Shinde,Police sub-inspector Prakash More, Police sub-inspector B Durgunde, and several other policemen, and military men who laid down their lives so that average people like us can live another day. I salute you all.
To the people still held hostage at Taj Hotel, Oberoi Hotel and Nariman House. I pray that you be released as soon as possible. I pray to God to give you strength.
To Bombay's beloved Taj hotel. You will be re-built again.
To the lives lost, I pray that your souls Rest In Peace.
Finally, to the terrorists. You will be caught. And you will get what you deserve.
To the 47 people, who died, trying to escape bullets at VT Station.
To the 4 that passed away at Cama Hospital.
To the 30 that passed away at Taj Hotel.
To the world, these may seem like numbers. But these numbers mean a lot to those who were waiting for them to return.
To Joint police commisioner (ATS) Hemant Karkare, Senior inspector Vijay Salaskar, Additional police commisioner Ashok Kamthe, Inspector Shashank Shinde,Police sub-inspector Prakash More, Police sub-inspector B Durgunde, and several other policemen, and military men who laid down their lives so that average people like us can live another day. I salute you all.
To the people still held hostage at Taj Hotel, Oberoi Hotel and Nariman House. I pray that you be released as soon as possible. I pray to God to give you strength.
To Bombay's beloved Taj hotel. You will be re-built again.
To the lives lost, I pray that your souls Rest In Peace.
Finally, to the terrorists. You will be caught. And you will get what you deserve.
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
IGGY DOESN'T SHARE FOOD!!!
Joey: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look. I take a girl out, she can order whatever she wants! The more, the better! All right? Just don’t order a Garden salad and then eat my food! That’s a good way to lose some fingers!
(Rachel enters from the main door)
Phoebe: (to Rachel) Oh
Rachel: Hi
Phoebe: Thank God you’re here. Listen to this!
Rachel: what?
Phoebe: Joey and my friend were out last night and having dinner and she reaches over and takes a few of his fries...
Rachel: Oh! Oh, no!
(Joey looks satisfied)
Phoebe: What? You know about the plate thing?
Rachel: Oh, yeah. Joey doesn’t share food. I mean, just last week we were having breakfast and he had a couple of grapes on his plate and ...
Phoebe: (to Joey) You wouldn’t let her have a grape?
Rachel: Oh no! Not me! Emma!
(Phoebe looks horrified and she turns to watch Joey)
Joey: (mad and pointing a finger to himself) JOEY DOESN’T SHARE FOOD!
[EDIT: HAD TO TAKE THIS OFF. SORRY!]
Saturday, 22 November 2008
My first kiss
12. 03. 2008
Marine Drive, Bombay
I want to remember everything about today. Nothing should be erased from my mind.
The way he smiled when he first saw me. The beautiful flowers he gave me. How awkward it felt, and how we slowly eased in. How he laughed when I gave him imaginary low blows and slaps. The short time we spent at Anda Pav, sharing an Anda Pav, and sipping on our cutting chais. How embarrassing it was when all the girls barged in to see us together. How sweet he looked when he was flipping through the scrapbook I gave him. How we ran out and got a cab to Marine Drive.
Marine Drive. -sigh-. The Pizza I just could not eat. Him staring at me...telling me over and over how beautiful I am. Me getting so embarrassed and getting red in the face. Him telling me I look even more beautiful when I blush. Me blushing even more.
"I just can't help it...you're just so mesmerising..." Me hiding my face between my hands, him telling me I still look beautiful. Me getting goosebumps, butterflies...everything.
Us walking around Marine Drive, sharing the brownie. That spark I felt everytime our arms brushed against each other. Him looking at me. Me looking at him. Me wanting to tell him "I love you" so bad. Him pushing me. Me pushing him. Him telling me, "Look at me. When I say you're beautiful, I really mean it. And...I love you." Me getting tongue tied and unable to speak. Looking at my feet while he walked next to me. Thinking about how I should say it back to him.
Us sitting there. So close. Us playing footsie. Him sheepishly putting his arm around me. "It hurts my arm if I rest it here...Can I put it around your shoulder?"
"I just wan to say...I love you," I said. "I love you too."
Him coming close to me. Really close. My heart beating like crazy. Me running my fingers over his arm..running them over each vein. "You've got really soft hands"
Us linking our fingers with each other. Him looking at him. Me looking at his lips. Him looking at mine. "What you looking at?" I asked. "Your sultry lips. I bet they're really soft."
There was just the two of us. The world didn't matter. No worries. No troubles. Just us. His lips so close to mine, just about to touch. And then, they did. In a magnetic, soft, just right kiss. His lips pressing against mine. Me forgetting to close my eyes, and then closing them. Him biting my lower lip, and pulling out, looking at me. Kissing me again, harder this time. Pulling out again. Running his fingers over my lips, my chin. Pulling me in to another kiss. His beard pressing against my skin, tickling me. Me wanting the kiss to go on forever...but he pulls out again, for the last time.
And then, he was gone.
Marine Drive, Bombay
The way he smiled when he first saw me. The beautiful flowers he gave me. How awkward it felt, and how we slowly eased in. How he laughed when I gave him imaginary low blows and slaps. The short time we spent at Anda Pav, sharing an Anda Pav, and sipping on our cutting chais. How embarrassing it was when all the girls barged in to see us together. How sweet he looked when he was flipping through the scrapbook I gave him. How we ran out and got a cab to Marine Drive.
Marine Drive. -sigh-. The Pizza I just could not eat. Him staring at me...telling me over and over how beautiful I am. Me getting so embarrassed and getting red in the face. Him telling me I look even more beautiful when I blush. Me blushing even more.
"I just can't help it...you're just so mesmerising..." Me hiding my face between my hands, him telling me I still look beautiful. Me getting goosebumps, butterflies...everything.
Us walking around Marine Drive, sharing the brownie. That spark I felt everytime our arms brushed against each other. Him looking at me. Me looking at him. Me wanting to tell him "I love you" so bad. Him pushing me. Me pushing him. Him telling me, "Look at me. When I say you're beautiful, I really mean it. And...I love you." Me getting tongue tied and unable to speak. Looking at my feet while he walked next to me. Thinking about how I should say it back to him.
Us sitting there. So close. Us playing footsie. Him sheepishly putting his arm around me. "It hurts my arm if I rest it here...Can I put it around your shoulder?"
"I just wan to say...I love you," I said. "I love you too."
Him coming close to me. Really close. My heart beating like crazy. Me running my fingers over his arm..running them over each vein. "You've got really soft hands"
Us linking our fingers with each other. Him looking at him. Me looking at his lips. Him looking at mine. "What you looking at?" I asked. "Your sultry lips. I bet they're really soft."
There was just the two of us. The world didn't matter. No worries. No troubles. Just us. His lips so close to mine, just about to touch. And then, they did. In a magnetic, soft, just right kiss. His lips pressing against mine. Me forgetting to close my eyes, and then closing them. Him biting my lower lip, and pulling out, looking at me. Kissing me again, harder this time. Pulling out again. Running his fingers over my lips, my chin. Pulling me in to another kiss. His beard pressing against my skin, tickling me. Me wanting the kiss to go on forever...but he pulls out again, for the last time.
And then, he was gone.
"I will, return...
Yes I, will return.
I'll come back, for the honey,
Yes I, will return.
I'll come back, for the honey,
and you..."
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
F***
Damn.
I've finally got work to do in office, but it's something that is beyond my comprehension: Bug Checking. I have absolutely NO clue as to how to go about it. I've bugged the project manager 1 million times asking him how to do stuff, but it's just not registering. Help. I'm so scared. I'm sweating bullets here! Times like these I wish for my old job again (reading comics all day long)
Sigh.
F***
I've finally got work to do in office, but it's something that is beyond my comprehension: Bug Checking. I have absolutely NO clue as to how to go about it. I've bugged the project manager 1 million times asking him how to do stuff, but it's just not registering. Help. I'm so scared. I'm sweating bullets here! Times like these I wish for my old job again (reading comics all day long)
Sigh.
F***
Sunday, 16 November 2008
I'm gonna be rich!!!!!!!!!!!
OMG!OMG!OMG! I saw this on facebook today!!
Though it is going to be a real big decision, I think I am ready for it! What's the harm in donating a few Indian eggs? See, I even took a photo for an application...
Isn't the egg top grade?
OMG! I'm gonna be sooooooooo rich! :D :D :D :D
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
OMG! I'm gonna be sooooooooo rich! :D :D :D :D
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Friday, 14 November 2008
10 Films To See Before You Die (Part deux)
6. Andaz Apna Apna:
Directed by: Rajkumar Santoshi
Language: Hindi
Released: 1994
Rajkumar Santoshi's cult classic comedy of errors 'Andaz Apna Apna' is indeed one of my favourties. The film's story is so irreverant, but so funny at the same time, you just can't forget them. Who can forget Crime Master Gogo, with his classic line "Aankhe nikal ke gotiya khelta hoon", Prem with "ooi maa!" while Amar goes "aai la!", the laugh-out-loud "Oranges?" scene and the all-round mad cap antics of the characters?
This is truly a "thinking" comedy, as it was not made in the un-funny, only slapstick style that Govinda was famous for them. Wait. I won't insult Govinda. He is my God. Will explain my love for him in a later post. So yes, on a boring Saturday afternoon, pop the disc into your DVD player and get ready for laughs, laughs and more laughs!
7. The Killing Fields:
Directed by: Roland Joffé
Language: English
Released: 1984
The Killing Fields, much like Schindler's list and Life is Beautiful, is based on real incidents in Cambodia, and the real life story of the American journalist Sydney Schanberg and the Cambodian one, Dith Pran. The film tells the story of how these two men survive the Khmer Rouge, inspite of being separated at one point of time. Schanberg manages to escape Cambodia, but Pran is stuck there, and is captured by the Khmer Rouge. Years later, Pran escapes and finds himself re-united with Schanberg.
I had no idea of the existence of the Khmer Rouge before I saw this film. It is shot so realistically, that it almost has a documentary feel. Cambodia's lush landscapes lay ruined by explosions and blood. The scene where Pran finds the killing fields, with hundreds of bodies rotting on the land, is truly terrifying. The ending is so emotional, with John Lennon's song "Imagine" playing in the background, you can't help but cry.
8. Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro:
Directed by: Kundan Shah
Language: Hindi
Released: 1983
I think this is the only black comedy I've seen on Indian cineme. Irrespective of that, it is also one of the funniest movies ever made in Bollywood. The film looks at corruption in Indian politics, news, and almost everything else, in a twisted, satirical manner. The protagonists - Naseeruddin Shah and Ravi Baswani- are average-joes, out-of-work photographers desparate to make money. The land a sting operation job with 'Khabardar' magazine, and fall in to a huge web of corruption and politics. Even the editor of the magazine, whom they considered to be on the side of the truth, turns out to be corrupt. Oh, and there is also a dead body involved!
My favourite scene in the movie is the Draupadi Cheer-Haran one. Satish Shah's deadpan portrayal of Draupadi is just hilarious. The whole scene, in fact, is so funny, that you'd want to see it over and over again! The ending is the best though, where the protagonists, inspite of being the good-guys, land up in jail. The moral of the film, as the title suggests, is Jaane bhi do yaaro!
9. Citizen Kane:
Directed by: Orson Welles
Language: English
Released: 1941
Orson Welles' masterpiece, as I call it, is truly one of the most unusual and interesting movies ever made. It follows the life and death of Charles Foster Kane, of how he began as a steadfast, honest man, and how power corrupted him. The film is unusual in it's style and compostion, and is somewhat mysterious, with the Kane's famous last words --- "Rosebud", the interpretaion
The film is such, that you will either like it, or you wont. I went with the first option, and all the film buffs out there will agree with me!
10. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest:
Directed by: Miloš Forman
Language: English
Released: 1975
The film is an adaptation the novel of the same name, and it stars Jack Nicholson as the protagonist Randle Patrick McMurphy. He portrays a criminal who has been sent to a mental institution due to his apparently deranged behaviour. Among the other inmates in the institution, he seems "normal". Nurse Ratched (played brilliantly by Louise Fletcher) looks after the well-being of the patients, though in their eyes, she is an evil tyrant. There is not much more I can tell you about the film, cause it would spoil it for you.
What's best about the movie is the fact that though Nicholson is the 'hero' of the film, he is not so in the traditional sense of the term. Nurse Ratched is the villian, inspite of the fact she is looking out for the patients. The whole film has a deeper meaning to attach, one you will interpret only after seeing it. This is also the first film to win all five major awards at the Oscars, so it's just another incentive for you to watch the film!
This concludes Part deux of the 10 Films To See Before You Die.
There are so many others which should be in this list, and ones I may have not watched either.
What is your list like?
Directed by: Rajkumar Santoshi
Language: Hindi
Released: 1994
Rajkumar Santoshi's cult classic comedy of errors 'Andaz Apna Apna' is indeed one of my favourties. The film's story is so irreverant, but so funny at the same time, you just can't forget them. Who can forget Crime Master Gogo, with his classic line "Aankhe nikal ke gotiya khelta hoon", Prem with "ooi maa!" while Amar goes "aai la!", the laugh-out-loud "Oranges?" scene and the all-round mad cap antics of the characters?
This is truly a "thinking" comedy, as it was not made in the un-funny, only slapstick style that Govinda was famous for them. Wait. I won't insult Govinda. He is my God. Will explain my love for him in a later post. So yes, on a boring Saturday afternoon, pop the disc into your DVD player and get ready for laughs, laughs and more laughs!
7. The Killing Fields:
Directed by: Roland Joffé
Language: English
Released: 1984
The Killing Fields, much like Schindler's list and Life is Beautiful, is based on real incidents in Cambodia, and the real life story of the American journalist Sydney Schanberg and the Cambodian one, Dith Pran. The film tells the story of how these two men survive the Khmer Rouge, inspite of being separated at one point of time. Schanberg manages to escape Cambodia, but Pran is stuck there, and is captured by the Khmer Rouge. Years later, Pran escapes and finds himself re-united with Schanberg.
I had no idea of the existence of the Khmer Rouge before I saw this film. It is shot so realistically, that it almost has a documentary feel. Cambodia's lush landscapes lay ruined by explosions and blood. The scene where Pran finds the killing fields, with hundreds of bodies rotting on the land, is truly terrifying. The ending is so emotional, with John Lennon's song "Imagine" playing in the background, you can't help but cry.
8. Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro:
Directed by: Kundan Shah
Language: Hindi
Released: 1983
I think this is the only black comedy I've seen on Indian cineme. Irrespective of that, it is also one of the funniest movies ever made in Bollywood. The film looks at corruption in Indian politics, news, and almost everything else, in a twisted, satirical manner. The protagonists - Naseeruddin Shah and Ravi Baswani- are average-joes, out-of-work photographers desparate to make money. The land a sting operation job with 'Khabardar' magazine, and fall in to a huge web of corruption and politics. Even the editor of the magazine, whom they considered to be on the side of the truth, turns out to be corrupt. Oh, and there is also a dead body involved!
My favourite scene in the movie is the Draupadi Cheer-Haran one. Satish Shah's deadpan portrayal of Draupadi is just hilarious. The whole scene, in fact, is so funny, that you'd want to see it over and over again! The ending is the best though, where the protagonists, inspite of being the good-guys, land up in jail. The moral of the film, as the title suggests, is Jaane bhi do yaaro!
9. Citizen Kane:
Directed by: Orson Welles
Language: English
Released: 1941
Orson Welles' masterpiece, as I call it, is truly one of the most unusual and interesting movies ever made. It follows the life and death of Charles Foster Kane, of how he began as a steadfast, honest man, and how power corrupted him. The film is unusual in it's style and compostion, and is somewhat mysterious, with the Kane's famous last words --- "Rosebud", the interpretaion
The film is such, that you will either like it, or you wont. I went with the first option, and all the film buffs out there will agree with me!
10. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest:
Directed by: Miloš Forman
Language: English
Released: 1975
The film is an adaptation the novel of the same name, and it stars Jack Nicholson as the protagonist Randle Patrick McMurphy. He portrays a criminal who has been sent to a mental institution due to his apparently deranged behaviour. Among the other inmates in the institution, he seems "normal". Nurse Ratched (played brilliantly by Louise Fletcher) looks after the well-being of the patients, though in their eyes, she is an evil tyrant. There is not much more I can tell you about the film, cause it would spoil it for you.
What's best about the movie is the fact that though Nicholson is the 'hero' of the film, he is not so in the traditional sense of the term. Nurse Ratched is the villian, inspite of the fact she is looking out for the patients. The whole film has a deeper meaning to attach, one you will interpret only after seeing it. This is also the first film to win all five major awards at the Oscars, so it's just another incentive for you to watch the film!
This concludes Part deux of the 10 Films To See Before You Die.
There are so many others which should be in this list, and ones I may have not watched either.
What is your list like?
Thursday, 13 November 2008
10 Films To See Before You Die (Part une)
I am not a movie critic, nor am I an expert. Still, I have compiled a list of 10 movies you must see before you die for the sheer reason that if you can listen to Roger Ebert, you can listen to me too :) So read, enjoy, and if you ever get your paws on these 10 films, do me a favour, and WATCH THEM!
1. À bout de souffle:
Directed by: Jean Luc-Godard
Language: French
Released: 1960
Jean Luc-Godard's best work to date (according to me), starring Jean-Paul Belmondo as the young crook Michel and Jean Seberg as Patricia, the American reporter. The story unfolds mainly in the streets of Paris, though most of the important sequences are shot in Patricia's bedroom.
This film blew my mind away, with it's unstructured jazz feel, the jump cuts, all the 'easter eggs' of sorts which I could spot in the movie, the poignant acting, the deliciously good looking Jean-Paul Belmondo (seriously...when he runs his thumb over his lips à la Humphrey Bogart, I felt like jumping him) and for Michel's last words to Patricia before he dies: "C'est vraiment dégueulasse", which is a source of confusion even today, since no one has been able to translate what Michel really meant. Watch this movie, even if you have to watch it without English sub-titles!
2. Schindler's List:
Directed by: Steven Spielberg
Language: English
Released: 1993
Those who know me, know my obsession with Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler, Auschwitz and the Holocaust. My dad had first brought the movie's VCD a long time ago, and my sister and I were forbidden from viewing the film due to it's graphic nature and some sexual content. He also forbade us from watching the movie because after he saw it, he was unable to sleep at night.
I can honestly say, the same thing happened with me too, after watching it. Spielberg has done an excellent job in portraying Nazi Germany, and how it was living hell for the Jews there. How one man, Oskar Schindler, initially out of greed, saved the lives of so many Jews. I cried, and I cried, and I cried throughout the movie. The film left me with such a heavy heart, because after all, it was a movie. What would have happened in real life would have been far, far worse. I think everyone should watch this film out of respect for all those who died during the Holocaust, for the people who survived it, and for making sure that such acts of immense violence not repeat itself.
3. Dumbo:
Directed by: Ben Sharpsteen
Language: English
Released: 1941
Like every other child, my growing up years were filled with hours and hours of cartoon viewing. I've seen every Disney movie there is, but none of them have had such a profound impact on me than what Dumbo has. Dumbo is a short story about an elephant who is different. He is very big ears, because of which he becomes the subject of ridicule from almost everyone. There is only one person who loves him unconditionally, and that is his mother. But due to some turn of events, he is separated from her, and then the story goes on to how he re-unites with his mother with the help of his buddy, Timothy the mouse.
This film feels so close to me, cause I've always felt like an outcast myself. The bond shown between Dumbo and his mother is done so well, you can't help but feel for Dumbo's plight. But the best part of the movie is the ending, where Dumbo overcomes everything and becomes a big star in the "circus industry" and re-unites with his mother. See the film, just for the sheer beauty of it. And see it with your mother. There won't be a dry eye in the house, I promise you!
4. Life is Beautiful:
Directed by: Roberto Benigni
Language: Italian
Released: 1997
Here's another Holocaust story, which I saw for the first time in 2007. This one stars Roberto Begnini as Guido, a Jewish Italian, who is taken into a concentration camp with his son, Joshua, portrayed brilliantly by Giorgio Cantarini. His wife, even though she is not Jew, goes to the concentration camp. Joshua is unaware of where they were going and why they were leaving, not understanding the gravity of the situation. So Guido turns the whole situation into a game, turning the concentration camp into a playground, where the person who get 1,000 points wins a tank.
This film has been made so well, and Benigni has made a twist in the way how the world percieves the Holocaust. Even till the end, Guido doesn't let Joshua know of how much their lives are in danger. Perhaps the best scene in the film is when Joshua comes out of the sweatbox, where his father had told him to hide, and comes face-to-face with an American tank. So in essence, Guido had not lied to him. This film is a must-watch, for it simply says that no matter how bad or how bleak things are, life is beautiful...La vita è bella!
5. Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh:
Directed by: Anand Patwardhan
Language: Hindi/English
Released: 1995
During college, I've had the privelege of watching three documentaries by Anand Patwardhan: Ram ke Naam (In the Name of God), Jung Aur Aman (War and Peace) and Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh (Father, Son and Holy War). From these, I've been moved the most from the third one. It is a two-hour long documentary, divided in two parts, which basically talks about the fact that in this "politically polarized world....the minorities get marginalized". It shows what people think are the ideals of "manhood". How in all the various wars around the world, women suffer.
There is not much I can say about this documentary, except that you must watch it. In fact, you'll be lucky if you get a copy, since this is one of his most controversial documentaries! He must be applauded for his courage, to push forth a subject matter that will be suppressed from all over.
This concludes Part une of 10 Films To See Before You Die. More tomorrow.
1. À bout de souffle:
Directed by: Jean Luc-Godard
Language: French
Released: 1960
Jean Luc-Godard's best work to date (according to me), starring Jean-Paul Belmondo as the young crook Michel and Jean Seberg as Patricia, the American reporter. The story unfolds mainly in the streets of Paris, though most of the important sequences are shot in Patricia's bedroom.
This film blew my mind away, with it's unstructured jazz feel, the jump cuts, all the 'easter eggs' of sorts which I could spot in the movie, the poignant acting, the deliciously good looking Jean-Paul Belmondo (seriously...when he runs his thumb over his lips à la Humphrey Bogart, I felt like jumping him) and for Michel's last words to Patricia before he dies: "C'est vraiment dégueulasse", which is a source of confusion even today, since no one has been able to translate what Michel really meant. Watch this movie, even if you have to watch it without English sub-titles!
2. Schindler's List:
Directed by: Steven Spielberg
Language: English
Released: 1993
Those who know me, know my obsession with Nazi Germany, Adolf Hitler, Auschwitz and the Holocaust. My dad had first brought the movie's VCD a long time ago, and my sister and I were forbidden from viewing the film due to it's graphic nature and some sexual content. He also forbade us from watching the movie because after he saw it, he was unable to sleep at night.
I can honestly say, the same thing happened with me too, after watching it. Spielberg has done an excellent job in portraying Nazi Germany, and how it was living hell for the Jews there. How one man, Oskar Schindler, initially out of greed, saved the lives of so many Jews. I cried, and I cried, and I cried throughout the movie. The film left me with such a heavy heart, because after all, it was a movie. What would have happened in real life would have been far, far worse. I think everyone should watch this film out of respect for all those who died during the Holocaust, for the people who survived it, and for making sure that such acts of immense violence not repeat itself.
3. Dumbo:
Directed by: Ben Sharpsteen
Language: English
Released: 1941
Like every other child, my growing up years were filled with hours and hours of cartoon viewing. I've seen every Disney movie there is, but none of them have had such a profound impact on me than what Dumbo has. Dumbo is a short story about an elephant who is different. He is very big ears, because of which he becomes the subject of ridicule from almost everyone. There is only one person who loves him unconditionally, and that is his mother. But due to some turn of events, he is separated from her, and then the story goes on to how he re-unites with his mother with the help of his buddy, Timothy the mouse.
This film feels so close to me, cause I've always felt like an outcast myself. The bond shown between Dumbo and his mother is done so well, you can't help but feel for Dumbo's plight. But the best part of the movie is the ending, where Dumbo overcomes everything and becomes a big star in the "circus industry" and re-unites with his mother. See the film, just for the sheer beauty of it. And see it with your mother. There won't be a dry eye in the house, I promise you!
4. Life is Beautiful:
Directed by: Roberto Benigni
Language: Italian
Released: 1997
Here's another Holocaust story, which I saw for the first time in 2007. This one stars Roberto Begnini as Guido, a Jewish Italian, who is taken into a concentration camp with his son, Joshua, portrayed brilliantly by Giorgio Cantarini. His wife, even though she is not Jew, goes to the concentration camp. Joshua is unaware of where they were going and why they were leaving, not understanding the gravity of the situation. So Guido turns the whole situation into a game, turning the concentration camp into a playground, where the person who get 1,000 points wins a tank.
This film has been made so well, and Benigni has made a twist in the way how the world percieves the Holocaust. Even till the end, Guido doesn't let Joshua know of how much their lives are in danger. Perhaps the best scene in the film is when Joshua comes out of the sweatbox, where his father had told him to hide, and comes face-to-face with an American tank. So in essence, Guido had not lied to him. This film is a must-watch, for it simply says that no matter how bad or how bleak things are, life is beautiful...La vita è bella!
5. Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh:
Directed by: Anand Patwardhan
Language: Hindi/English
Released: 1995
During college, I've had the privelege of watching three documentaries by Anand Patwardhan: Ram ke Naam (In the Name of God), Jung Aur Aman (War and Peace) and Pita, Putra aur Mahayudh (Father, Son and Holy War). From these, I've been moved the most from the third one. It is a two-hour long documentary, divided in two parts, which basically talks about the fact that in this "politically polarized world....the minorities get marginalized". It shows what people think are the ideals of "manhood". How in all the various wars around the world, women suffer.
There is not much I can say about this documentary, except that you must watch it. In fact, you'll be lucky if you get a copy, since this is one of his most controversial documentaries! He must be applauded for his courage, to push forth a subject matter that will be suppressed from all over.
This concludes Part une of 10 Films To See Before You Die. More tomorrow.
Friday, 7 November 2008
What a week!
What a week!
Wait a minute, let me rephrase that:
WHAT A WEEK!
Right now, I am a mixture of sleepy and angry, and I don't know what the feeling is called, but I'm sure as hell feeling it. I have not updated my blog in ages, the last being a tag, which can not really be considered a post...but I digress. Let's just get back to my terribly pathetic week.
First, I have come to the understanding that I have made the biggest mistake of my life by working where I do right now. The place stands for everything I am against. Corporate atmosphere has always made me puke, then what the hell am I doing here? We're basically answerable to various 'Gora' multinationals, and this fact makes me angrier than ever. I never thought I would be here, but still, I am.
And do you know what I do there for 8.30 am to 6.00pm everyday since I joined? Play games all day, read Calvin and Hobbes, Asterix and Tintin (Occasionally India Today and Cosmopolitan). Yup. Everyday. And I get paid for it.
I know, I know, this sounds like a dream job, but not to me. You'd feel the same if you were sitting in one place reading comics all day, while everyone else is working. My neighbours look at me with eyes wide open as I spend all day flipping through comic books. I take occasional naps too, which is probably a sin in the corporate environment. At this point, I don't really even care!
Second, I don't know why, but I have been really really sleepy lately. I can barely keep my eyes open post 9:30pm, which sucks. I can't understand why this is happening, cause I don't have any physical activity going on, except gymming. Hmm.
Third, on Tuesday, dad's car met with an accident. We're safe, Thank God, but the car is a mess. A bus rammed into the car, and the driver's side is wrecked. Dad couldn't even open the door on his side. And you know what the bus driver did? He just sped away. That too in front of the traffic police man, who was so busy scratching his balls that he did not even have time to look up to see what had happened. Such is life. Grr.
Fourth, my father's colleague and close friend passed away at 4:00 in the morning today. I could see my dad was pretty shaken up, and I have never seen him this way. My usually happy, laughing, joking dad was solemn and quiet today. On our way back home I tried to cheer him up, but nothing was happening. I feel really bad for him. He's already so stressed, and this certainly does not help. But I feel even sadder for the family who lost a father and a husband. R.I.P
I think the crux of my troubles is my job. I am planning to quit, but times are so bad these days, I don't even know what to do. I can't leave unless I have some other job in my hand. Sigh. What to doooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Monday, 3 November 2008
The Hardest Part - Coldplay
I got this off Spiced Coffee And The Keyboard ,so I thought I'll do this too! :)
Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!
If someone says "Is this okay?" You say?
Listen To My Heart - Ramones
True. Don't bother me. Ask my heart that!
What would best describe your personality?
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
"I'm not paralyzed..I seem to be struck by you" Yep. That's me!
What do you like in a Guy/Girl?
So Sick - NeYo
No comments!
How do you feel today?
Break Away - Tokio Hotel
So true. All I can think about right now is breaking away from the clutches of this job environment!
What is your life’s purpose?
4 Minutes - Madonna feat Justin Timberlake
Uhhh..To do everything within 4 minutes?
What is your motto?
With a little help from my friends - The Beatles
I'm too lazy to do things on my own.
What do your friends think of you?
No More - Drowning Pool
Hey! Is this a some sort ofsubliminal message?
What do you think of your parents?
Baby - Serj Tankian
Quite the opposite, really!
What do you think about very often?
A Taste of Honey - The Beatles
Honey good. Mmmm. (This also used to be our song)
What is 2+2?
Love is Dead - Tokio Dead
You killed love math! You son of a *****!!!!!
What do you think of your best friend?
Fansong - Dethklok
I'm a fan for life!
What do you think of the person you like?
It's not over - Chris Daughtry
Umm!
What is your life story?
Move Along - The All American Rejects
Move along people! Nothing to see here!
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Brainstorm - Arctic Monkeys.
Yay! I wanna be a brainstorm! Yayyyyyyyy
What do you think when you see the person that you like?
Posters - Jack Johnson
Usually the people I like are in posters on my wall
What do your parents think of you?
Starlight - Muse
I know. I'm speshul!
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Empty Walls - Serj Tankian
Obviously. Cause there won't be a wedding!
What will they play at your funeral?
Made a Mistake - Sugarcult
I think the person who kills me will relate to the song!
What is your hobby/interest?
Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue
Hail Satan!
What is your biggest secret?
Life Is Beautiful - Sixx AM
Don't you think so too?
What do you think of your friends?
I Miss You - Blink 182
I do miss some of my kickass friends who aren't really in touch with me anymore :( (Read: SCM ladies)
What should you post this as?
The Hardest Part - Coldplay
This wasn't THAT hard..
Own questions:
What song will you play while making sweet sweet love?
All Nightmare Long - Metallica
*coughcough*
What do you think of your boss?
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot
Hahaha! This is so funny, I can't even comment!
What does your boss think of you?
Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips
"Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face...?" Sexual harrasment, anyone?
People whom I tag to do this:
Everyone reading this (But do leave a comment saying you've done it, so I can read it too!)
Peace out
Random song: We Are All On Drugs - Weezer (Yeah we are!)
Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!
If someone says "Is this okay?" You say?
Listen To My Heart - Ramones
True. Don't bother me. Ask my heart that!
What would best describe your personality?
Paralyzer - Finger Eleven
"I'm not paralyzed..I seem to be struck by you" Yep. That's me!
What do you like in a Guy/Girl?
So Sick - NeYo
No comments!
How do you feel today?
Break Away - Tokio Hotel
So true. All I can think about right now is breaking away from the clutches of this job environment!
What is your life’s purpose?
4 Minutes - Madonna feat Justin Timberlake
Uhhh..To do everything within 4 minutes?
What is your motto?
With a little help from my friends - The Beatles
I'm too lazy to do things on my own.
What do your friends think of you?
No More - Drowning Pool
Hey! Is this a some sort ofsubliminal message?
What do you think of your parents?
Baby - Serj Tankian
Quite the opposite, really!
What do you think about very often?
A Taste of Honey - The Beatles
Honey good. Mmmm. (This also used to be our song)
What is 2+2?
Love is Dead - Tokio Dead
You killed love math! You son of a *****!!!!!
What do you think of your best friend?
Fansong - Dethklok
I'm a fan for life!
What do you think of the person you like?
It's not over - Chris Daughtry
Umm!
What is your life story?
Move Along - The All American Rejects
Move along people! Nothing to see here!
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Brainstorm - Arctic Monkeys.
Yay! I wanna be a brainstorm! Yayyyyyyyy
What do you think when you see the person that you like?
Posters - Jack Johnson
Usually the people I like are in posters on my wall
What do your parents think of you?
Starlight - Muse
I know. I'm speshul!
What will you dance to at your wedding?
Empty Walls - Serj Tankian
Obviously. Cause there won't be a wedding!
What will they play at your funeral?
Made a Mistake - Sugarcult
I think the person who kills me will relate to the song!
What is your hobby/interest?
Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue
Hail Satan!
What is your biggest secret?
Life Is Beautiful - Sixx AM
Don't you think so too?
What do you think of your friends?
I Miss You - Blink 182
I do miss some of my kickass friends who aren't really in touch with me anymore :( (Read: SCM ladies)
What should you post this as?
The Hardest Part - Coldplay
This wasn't THAT hard..
Own questions:
What song will you play while making sweet sweet love?
All Nightmare Long - Metallica
*coughcough*
What do you think of your boss?
Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot
Hahaha! This is so funny, I can't even comment!
What does your boss think of you?
Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips
"Do you realize...that you have the most beautiful face...?" Sexual harrasment, anyone?
People whom I tag to do this:
Everyone reading this (But do leave a comment saying you've done it, so I can read it too!)
Peace out
Random song: We Are All On Drugs - Weezer (Yeah we are!)
Friday, 31 October 2008
...In which I am confused for a "famous" movie star
{True Story}
I was coming home from work yesterday, when the 'auto-wallah-bhaiyya' struck up a conversation with me. This is how it went.
Characters:
Iggy: Me
Auto-wallah-bhaiyya: Him
Setting:
Open roads, no traffic, Iggy is being dropped home by Auto-wallah-bhaiya.
Auto-wallah-bhaiyya: Aaj trafic bahut kam hai (Traffic is very less today)
Iggy: Haan..Aaj chutti hai, is liye (Yeah, today is a holiday, that's why)
A-w-b: Parso itna traffic jam tha, SV road se yahan aane tak Rs 40 lag gaye (The traffic was so bad day-before, It took Rs 40 to come from SV road to this point)
I: Baap re! (OMG!)
A-w-b: {Laughs}
I: {Grins}
A-w-b: Madam, aap filmon me kaam karti ho na? (Madam, you work in movies, don't you?)
I: {Eyes open in shock} Nahi! (No!)
A-w-b: Achcha. Mujhe aisa laga ki maine aapko filmon me dekha hai. (Oh. I thought I had seen you in the movies)
I: {Excitedly} Waise, aapne mujhe kaunsi film me dekha hai? (By the way, which film have you seen me in?)
A-w-b: Arre woh film aati thi na..jisme aap college me the..aap moti si {Cue the fat person arms thing*} Sabki dost banti thi? (That film..in which you were in colege..fat..you used to be everyone's friend)
I: {Excitement dies. Cue depression} Guddi Maruti?
A-w-b: Haaan! Wohi! Aap bilkul waise dikhti ho. (Yes! Her! You look exactly like her)
I: Uhhh...Thank you? {Raise eyebrow here}
A-w-b: {Laughter}
Fin
Curtains
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What is the fat person arms thing?: During communication, when someone wants to denote that a person is fat, he or she does the fat person arms thing. This is very useful in case the person he or she is communicating with is deaf and cant understand he or she is talking about a fat person.
Example:
John Doe: 'Sup Deaf Bob. Did you hear about Fat Fucker?
Deaf Bob: What? I can't hear you.
John Doe: Fat Fucker, dude!
Deaf Bob: What?
John Doe: (moves his arms like a turkey) FAT FUCKER!
Deaf Bob: Oh! Fat Fucker! Yeah. He's a slutface.
That brings us to an end to this episode of Life Lessons from The Iggylicious.
Go fuck yourself!
{/sarcasm}
I was coming home from work yesterday, when the 'auto-wallah-bhaiyya' struck up a conversation with me. This is how it went.
Characters:
Iggy: Me
Auto-wallah-bhaiyya: Him
Setting:
Open roads, no traffic, Iggy is being dropped home by Auto-wallah-bhaiya.
Scene I, Act I:
Iggy: Haan..Aaj chutti hai, is liye (Yeah, today is a holiday, that's why)
A-w-b: Parso itna traffic jam tha, SV road se yahan aane tak Rs 40 lag gaye (The traffic was so bad day-before, It took Rs 40 to come from SV road to this point)
I: Baap re! (OMG!)
A-w-b: {Laughs}
I: {Grins}
A-w-b: Madam, aap filmon me kaam karti ho na? (Madam, you work in movies, don't you?)
I: {Eyes open in shock} Nahi! (No!)
A-w-b: Achcha. Mujhe aisa laga ki maine aapko filmon me dekha hai. (Oh. I thought I had seen you in the movies)
Scene I, Act II:
A-w-b: Arre woh film aati thi na..jisme aap college me the..aap moti si {Cue the fat person arms thing*} Sabki dost banti thi? (That film..in which you were in colege..fat..you used to be everyone's friend)
I: {Excitement dies. Cue depression} Guddi Maruti?
A-w-b: Haaan! Wohi! Aap bilkul waise dikhti ho. (Yes! Her! You look exactly like her)
I: Uhhh...Thank you? {Raise eyebrow here}
Scene I, Act III:
{Awkward pause}
I: Guddi Maruti abhi Buddhi Maruti ho gayi hai (Guddi Maruti is old now)A-w-b: {Laughter}
Fin
Curtains
----
*Life Lessons from The Iggylicious:
{sarcasm}What is the fat person arms thing?: During communication, when someone wants to denote that a person is fat, he or she does the fat person arms thing. This is very useful in case the person he or she is communicating with is deaf and cant understand he or she is talking about a fat person.
Example:
John Doe: 'Sup Deaf Bob. Did you hear about Fat Fucker?
Deaf Bob: What? I can't hear you.
John Doe: Fat Fucker, dude!
Deaf Bob: What?
John Doe: (moves his arms like a turkey) FAT FUCKER!
Deaf Bob: Oh! Fat Fucker! Yeah. He's a slutface.
That brings us to an end to this episode of Life Lessons from The Iggylicious.
Go fuck yourself!
{/sarcasm}
Wednesday, 29 October 2008
Sorry!
Hello everyone!
Sorry I haven't been able to post in a while, my computer has gone all PMSey on me! I will post as soon as my computer is fixed! (Hopefully, today!)
I am writing this post from my office, which is very hard to do, since 90% of the internet is blocked. As my friend Mudoh once told me, "Are you in China or what?!"
Well, since I am able to post, I would like to wish everyone a very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year. I have taken a lot of Diwali photos, which will be posted soon for you all to see.
Hmm...what else is new? Yes, MDT has been receiving a lot of hits! Interesting! I guess my teenage years were not as bad as I thought they were. Hey, at least they make for a good read! (I think/pray/hope!)
That's all from me for now. Promise to post soon!
Love and Luck,
ME!
Sorry I haven't been able to post in a while, my computer has gone all PMSey on me! I will post as soon as my computer is fixed! (Hopefully, today!)
I am writing this post from my office, which is very hard to do, since 90% of the internet is blocked. As my friend Mudoh once told me, "Are you in China or what?!"
Well, since I am able to post, I would like to wish everyone a very Happy Diwali and a Prosperous New Year. I have taken a lot of Diwali photos, which will be posted soon for you all to see.
Hmm...what else is new? Yes, MDT has been receiving a lot of hits! Interesting! I guess my teenage years were not as bad as I thought they were. Hey, at least they make for a good read! (I think/pray/hope!)
That's all from me for now. Promise to post soon!
Love and Luck,
ME!
Saturday, 18 October 2008
MDT: Of Christmas, Crushes and more
Here's a continuation of My Diary as a Teenager..Read on!
23rd December, 2002
Dear Diary,
I'm really sorry for not writing to you!
One day before Christmas! I'm so excited! The weather has become cold, and it feels refreshing!
Guess what? I got to colour my hair again! And this time, it's noticeable! Actually, it's damn noticeable! I like it!
Rambo has become a little boring now. He's too predictable! I think I'm falling out of love with him!!!
Exams are coming near, and unless I get above 70%, I wont get a mobile phone. :(
Ok, so (a family friend..let's call him Mr Raju) came to our home to meet us on last Saturday. His son (let's call him Bart) also came with him. He looked sooooo AMAZING! What A Babe! I couldn't stop staring at him! But I know my manners and also my darn bad luck! :(
There's a little chance that we are going to have a re-union. I'm soooo excited for it!
We went to see Kante yesterday. Such a big YAWN. We saw it in a crappy theatre. Don't even get me started on the cheap crowd! After every two minutes, the men were running to the bathroom to ma******te! There were loads of 1/2 naked bimbos in the movie, so it's a little obvious!
I should be heading out now, I will write soon!
I'm really sorry for not writing to you!
One day before Christmas! I'm so excited! The weather has become cold, and it feels refreshing!
Guess what? I got to colour my hair again! And this time, it's noticeable! Actually, it's damn noticeable! I like it!
Rambo has become a little boring now. He's too predictable! I think I'm falling out of love with him!!!
Exams are coming near, and unless I get above 70%, I wont get a mobile phone. :(
Ok, so (a family friend..let's call him Mr Raju) came to our home to meet us on last Saturday. His son (let's call him Bart) also came with him. He looked sooooo AMAZING! What A Babe! I couldn't stop staring at him! But I know my manners and also my darn bad luck! :(
There's a little chance that we are going to have a re-union. I'm soooo excited for it!
We went to see Kante yesterday. Such a big YAWN. We saw it in a crappy theatre. Don't even get me started on the cheap crowd! After every two minutes, the men were running to the bathroom to ma******te! There were loads of 1/2 naked bimbos in the movie, so it's a little obvious!
I should be heading out now, I will write soon!
Lot's of love,
Supriya
Supriya
Nope, I didn't get above 70%, but I still got a crappy Samsung cell phone.
And yes, my hair was red, noticeable red.
I'm worth it!
To be continued...
And yes, my hair was red, noticeable red.
I'm worth it!
To be continued...
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Saturday, 11 October 2008
-le sigh-
I went to the mall with my bestest friend in the whole wide world today. She gets me like no other person can. She knows everything about me, even what I'm thinking at the exact moment. Anyway, back to the mall.
So we were at the food court, and I was idly playing with a french fry (I'm still bummed out) and she pokes me.
"What?" I say, popping the fry in my mouth.
"Don't look now, but there's a gorgeous specimen of the male species on the table to your left."
I rolled my eyes. You see, her tastes in men are vastly different from mine. She's more tall, dark and handsome. I'm more tall, skinny and long hair. So as I attempted to turn to my left, I never expected to see what I saw.
It was an actual, live specimen of a gorgeous male!
He was sitting there in a white ganji and a brown cargo-bermuda type thing (what are they called?) with brown sandals looking all uber cool and relaxed. My first impression -- hmm..seems like those guys from the gym. Brawn, no brain. I turned back to my best friend (henceforth to be known as RadRid).
She pokes me again.
"What!?" I say, looking at her.
She doesn't really say anything, but wiggles her eyebrows, so I turn to him again.
I gasped and almost fell of the seat.
He was reading.
A book.
Not Playboy.
Not Maxim.
Not even Vogue (which eliminated the fact that he might be gay!)
He was reading a real-life book.
"Ok, I must be dreaming, cause this is my dream guy!" I said, staring at him dreamily.
"You should talk to him" RadRid said.
"Yeah right..I think we should just leave!" and so we did!
So we were in Crossword looking at some CDs. RadRid was checking something out as I picked one myself. As I got up, who do I see standing behind RadRid? Mr. Gorgeous himself.
I can't stop smiling! RadRid looks at me, and now it's my turn to wiggle my eyebrows. She turns back, looks and him and then looks at me.
"You're retarded," she says.
"Whatever!" I sigh happily.
That's why I believe in Karma.
And I am also going to have happy dreams tonight.
Many many happy dreams!
So we were at the food court, and I was idly playing with a french fry (I'm still bummed out) and she pokes me.
"What?" I say, popping the fry in my mouth.
"Don't look now, but there's a gorgeous specimen of the male species on the table to your left."
I rolled my eyes. You see, her tastes in men are vastly different from mine. She's more tall, dark and handsome. I'm more tall, skinny and long hair. So as I attempted to turn to my left, I never expected to see what I saw.
It was an actual, live specimen of a gorgeous male!
He was sitting there in a white ganji and a brown cargo-bermuda type thing (what are they called?) with brown sandals looking all uber cool and relaxed. My first impression -- hmm..seems like those guys from the gym. Brawn, no brain. I turned back to my best friend (henceforth to be known as RadRid).
She pokes me again.
"What!?" I say, looking at her.
She doesn't really say anything, but wiggles her eyebrows, so I turn to him again.
I gasped and almost fell of the seat.
He was reading.
A book.
Not Playboy.
Not Maxim.
Not even Vogue (which eliminated the fact that he might be gay!)
He was reading a real-life book.
"Ok, I must be dreaming, cause this is my dream guy!" I said, staring at him dreamily.
"You should talk to him" RadRid said.
"Yeah right..I think we should just leave!" and so we did!
So we were in Crossword looking at some CDs. RadRid was checking something out as I picked one myself. As I got up, who do I see standing behind RadRid? Mr. Gorgeous himself.
I can't stop smiling! RadRid looks at me, and now it's my turn to wiggle my eyebrows. She turns back, looks and him and then looks at me.
"You're retarded," she says.
"Whatever!" I sigh happily.
That's why I believe in Karma.
And I am also going to have happy dreams tonight.
Many many happy dreams!
Friday, 10 October 2008
U is where it's all at!
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My Diary as a Teenager (Or just, MDT)
Consecutive post, yay!
Ok, so I was rummaging through my junk yesterday (I sometimes clean when I'm bummed out. Read post below) and I came across a very ancient notebook, which used to be my diary as a teenager. This was probably my only successful diary, written from the first page to the last. I guess the 'teen angst' had to come out somewhere, and my diary is testament to that. It contained everything: love, hate, anger, jealously..you name the emotion, it had it! I thought it'd be a fun idea to share it with you, oh reader. The stuff isn't really that personal, so I'm not calling for public humiliation in any case! So here goes! My diary as a teenager..
Ok, so I was rummaging through my junk yesterday (I sometimes clean when I'm bummed out. Read post below) and I came across a very ancient notebook, which used to be my diary as a teenager. This was probably my only successful diary, written from the first page to the last. I guess the 'teen angst' had to come out somewhere, and my diary is testament to that. It contained everything: love, hate, anger, jealously..you name the emotion, it had it! I thought it'd be a fun idea to share it with you, oh reader. The stuff isn't really that personal, so I'm not calling for public humiliation in any case! So here goes! My diary as a teenager..
P-R-I-V-A-T-E
Take a peak, if you seek
to be pulverated.
Take a peek, if you seek
to be exterminated.
The book contains stuff not meant for you to see..
So don't just scoff and turn the page with glee.
This diary belongs to Supriya Joshi
to be pulverated.
Take a peek, if you seek
to be exterminated.
The book contains stuff not meant for you to see..
So don't just scoff and turn the page with glee.
This diary belongs to Supriya Joshi
19th November, 2002
Dear Diary,
Hi! Watsup? This is my very first diary and I'm gonna write all I can and whatever's on my mind.
Ok, there's this guy I know (let's call him Rambo). He's a really nice guy. Very sweet! I think I'm in love!
But there's another thing. Guess who I saw yesterday? (Instert name of boy I had a crush on forever..let's call him McGumbo) AAAHHH!!! He was looking soooooooooo hot! But he never looked at me and I never called him also :(. C'mon! I didn't wear proper clothes! I was in my track pants! I looked DUMB! But I miss him...I wanna kiss his lovely lips, hug him. But it's not possible. I'm fat and ugly. GOD! I hate my self-image :(.
Anyways, I got to colour my hair! YIPEEEEEEE! My hair's red now, but it's hardly noticeable. So sad! But at least they're coloured!
Ok diary, I'll see ya tomorrow!
Hi! Watsup? This is my very first diary and I'm gonna write all I can and whatever's on my mind.
Ok, there's this guy I know (let's call him Rambo). He's a really nice guy. Very sweet! I think I'm in love!
But there's another thing. Guess who I saw yesterday? (Instert name of boy I had a crush on forever..let's call him McGumbo) AAAHHH!!! He was looking soooooooooo hot! But he never looked at me and I never called him also :(. C'mon! I didn't wear proper clothes! I was in my track pants! I looked DUMB! But I miss him...I wanna kiss his lovely lips, hug him. But it's not possible. I'm fat and ugly. GOD! I hate my self-image :(.
Anyways, I got to colour my hair! YIPEEEEEEE! My hair's red now, but it's hardly noticeable. So sad! But at least they're coloured!
Ok diary, I'll see ya tomorrow!
Hugs and kisses,
Supriya
Those were the days, weren't they? Where life revolved around cute guys and you got excited over red hair.
Wait. Not much has changed even today!
To be continued.
Supriya
Those were the days, weren't they? Where life revolved around cute guys and you got excited over red hair.
Wait. Not much has changed even today!
To be continued.
Thursday, 9 October 2008
Blah
I cried today. And no, it wasn't the soft, silent kind, where just a single tear-drop falls from your eyes. It was full on, full blown crying, and that too in public. I've cried like this after a span of two months.
I don't really know why I do the things I do. What's wrong with me? Even when I was crying, I was telling myself, you're an idiot. Am I expecting things to change just because I keep persisting? Do I think everything will be back to what it was just because I keep on doing what I do?
Ok reader, by now you're totally lost, and you don't know what I'm talking about. (But if you do, you need to be applauded). Let me just give you a hint. This relates to the X. 'Nuff said.
I know YOU think I only write negative things about YOU, but this is not negative at all, cause this is not YOUR fault. But if YOU feel bad, sorry.
On a happier note, I'm having pepperoni pizza tonight. Yay! Ok, I know, Pizza isn't exactly health food, but I'm bummed right now and I need junk food in my system. 'Nuff said.
I know I haven't updated in a while, but I will soon! Some surprises are coming soon!
Cheers!
I don't really know why I do the things I do. What's wrong with me? Even when I was crying, I was telling myself, you're an idiot. Am I expecting things to change just because I keep persisting? Do I think everything will be back to what it was just because I keep on doing what I do?
Ok reader, by now you're totally lost, and you don't know what I'm talking about. (But if you do, you need to be applauded). Let me just give you a hint. This relates to the X. 'Nuff said.
I know YOU think I only write negative things about YOU, but this is not negative at all, cause this is not YOUR fault. But if YOU feel bad, sorry.
On a happier note, I'm having pepperoni pizza tonight. Yay! Ok, I know, Pizza isn't exactly health food, but I'm bummed right now and I need junk food in my system. 'Nuff said.
I know I haven't updated in a while, but I will soon! Some surprises are coming soon!
Cheers!
Monday, 29 September 2008
The other 'C' word
Chubby cheeks,
Dimpled chin,
Rosy lips, teeth within,
Curly hair, very fair,
Eyes are blue, lovely too.
Teacher's pet, is that you?
Yes, Yes, Yes!
No! No! No!
That's the thought that comes to my mind everytime I think of this nursery rhyme. You see, as long as I can remember, I have been associated with this song. Let me elaborate:
1. Chubby cheeks : Check.
2. Dimpled chin: Check.
3. Rosy lips: Check.
4. Teeth within: Check.
5. Curly hair: Check.
6. Very fair: Check.
7. Eyes are blue: Let's change blue to brown, ok?
8. Lovely too: Mmm..Check.
9. Teacher's pet, is that you?: Hell no! no! no!
The way I am brings about two reactions from people (usually strangers); either extreme shock/disgust/repulse or at the other end of the spectrum; a feeling of fondness. I have been called names that would send a normal man spiralling into depression (but since I'm used to it, I've gotten stronger and unconcerned). But if there is one word that kills me a little whenever someone calls me that is:
cute.
cute.
cute.
cute.
cute.
CUTE! CUTE! CUTE!
Ahem. Now that that is out of my system, let me explain myself. Ever since I was young, that is the word that has always been associated with me. Aunties/uncles/grannies call me cute, my friends call me cute, heck, even young kids call me cute.
And cute also comes in a package deal, by the way. If you're cute, your cheeks will be pinched by a multitude of people. "Ooooooooh choo cuttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" *pinches cheek violently* If you think about it, isn't cheek pinching/pulling a form of molestation? You violate my personal space by touching me without consent. Think about it. And oh yeah, just to be clear, cheek pinching hurts like a BITCH.
I also consider being called cute an insult. Why can't you call me beautiful or pretty? Please reserve 'cute' for humans below the age of 10. Not 22-year-old women.
So, if you've seen Pamela Anderson's film Barb Wire, where she says "Don't call me babe", just remember...
Don't call me cute.
Saturday, 27 September 2008
40 Things
Know more about me.. (I think? Taken from Pretty Nikki's blog)
[copy paste the questions...answer them very very innovatively & post it on your blog.]
1. Height? 5'8
2. Have you ever done heroin? Nope..I'm straight..Oh wait.
3. Do you own a gun? I am not allowed to.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? I get more nauseous than nervous.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Delicious.
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?? Silent Night..Holy Night..
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Warm water with a twist of lime.
9. Is your bathroom clean? It's clean enough!
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?(or accessory) Chunky necklaces.
11. Do you like painkillers? I used to..eons ago...
12. Do you have A.D.D.? [Attention Deficit Disorder] It's a common misconception amongst people that I may have A.D....*stares at a thumbtack* OOHH! SHINY!!!
13. whats your name? Supah Dupah Iggylicios
14.Middle Name? La La
15. Favorite singer of all time? Aamir Khan (C'mon! Aee, kya bolti tu is classic!)
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Water, buttermilk, lime juice
17. Current worry? Where will I get a job..?
18. Current hate? Not being able to eat junk food
19. Favorite place to be? My bedroom, buried within my sheets
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Sleep. Snore.
21. Where would you like to go? The African Savannah
22. Do you own slippers? Yup! Pretty Puma ones
23. What shirt are you wearing? None. I'm wearing a sleeveless top
24. Favorite color(s)? All the colours on the rainbow
25. Would you be a pirate? Arr! I already am matey!
26. What songs do you sing in the shower? Classics from Govinda movies (eg. Tu hai totallllllllllllllllllllllllllll...total timepass!)
27. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Skeletor
28. Best bed sheets as a child? were really soft
29. Worst injury you've ever had? Major scraped knee
30. How many TVs do you have in your house? Zwei (Two)
31. Who is your loudest friend? I think I am the loudest of all!
32. Who is your most silent friend? Hmmm..no one
33. Does someone have a crush on you? Hell yes!
34. Do you wish on shooting stars? Every time I manage to see one!
35. What is your favorite book? The Road by Cormac McCarthy
36. What is your favorite candy? Crackle
37. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Sowwy..I don't intend to marry!
38. What song do you want played at your funeral? Highway to Hell!
39. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
40. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Omg..where's my leg! *after looking at it* Ohh..I have pretty legs!
[copy paste the questions...answer them very very innovatively & post it on your blog.]
1. Height? 5'8
2. Have you ever done heroin? Nope..I'm straight..Oh wait.
3. Do you own a gun? I am not allowed to.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? I get more nauseous than nervous.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Delicious.
7. What's your favorite Christmas song?? Silent Night..Holy Night..
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Warm water with a twist of lime.
9. Is your bathroom clean? It's clean enough!
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?(or accessory) Chunky necklaces.
11. Do you like painkillers? I used to..eons ago...
12. Do you have A.D.D.? [Attention Deficit Disorder] It's a common misconception amongst people that I may have A.D....*stares at a thumbtack* OOHH! SHINY!!!
13. whats your name? Supah Dupah Iggylicios
14.Middle Name? La La
15. Favorite singer of all time? Aamir Khan (C'mon! Aee, kya bolti tu is classic!)
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink: Water, buttermilk, lime juice
17. Current worry? Where will I get a job..?
18. Current hate? Not being able to eat junk food
19. Favorite place to be? My bedroom, buried within my sheets
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Sleep. Snore.
21. Where would you like to go? The African Savannah
22. Do you own slippers? Yup! Pretty Puma ones
23. What shirt are you wearing? None. I'm wearing a sleeveless top
24. Favorite color(s)? All the colours on the rainbow
25. Would you be a pirate? Arr! I already am matey!
26. What songs do you sing in the shower? Classics from Govinda movies (eg. Tu hai totallllllllllllllllllllllllllll...total timepass!)
27. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? Skeletor
28. Best bed sheets as a child? were really soft
29. Worst injury you've ever had? Major scraped knee
30. How many TVs do you have in your house? Zwei (Two)
31. Who is your loudest friend? I think I am the loudest of all!
32. Who is your most silent friend? Hmmm..no one
33. Does someone have a crush on you? Hell yes!
34. Do you wish on shooting stars? Every time I manage to see one!
35. What is your favorite book? The Road by Cormac McCarthy
36. What is your favorite candy? Crackle
37. What song do/did you want played at your wedding? Sowwy..I don't intend to marry!
38. What song do you want played at your funeral? Highway to Hell!
39. What were you doing @ 12 AM last night? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
40. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Omg..where's my leg! *after looking at it* Ohh..I have pretty legs!
Monday, 22 September 2008
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
The Chronicles of a gym-goer: Day 1
It all started a few weeks back when I was looking at myself in the mirror. Actually looking. I checked myself out from each angle, and I realized, heck, I am not happy with what I am looking at. And I felt something should be done about this.
Now, I am the kind of person who usually forgets about promises of a healthy lifestyle in a matter of seconds. But somehow, something was different this time. My thoughts kept naggig me, and finally, I gave in, and I decided to join the gym.
This would not be my first time, however. Make that the sixth. Yup. I have had five previously failed attempts at gymming, all ending with bed rest. I wanted this time to be different.
The gym smells were so familiar (sweaty t-shirts mixed with disinfectant). A sense of nostalgia hit me, and I felt this time I would be successful.
So the formalities were done. The fees was paid. And I was ready!
While watching some people work out, I was wondering, why is it so hard to loose weight and so easy to gain it? Now I would have to give up all my junk food cravings, all my sandwich binges, and I probably would have to cut down on going out, cause then, I would inadvertantly be stuffing my face with things that are not good for me. -sigh-
So my first day at the gym began and came to an end in half an hour (being my first day, the instructor did not want to make me work out too much). And it felt good.
I just hope this enthusiasm of mine doesn't end! And these blog posts will be testemant to my efforts, and a reminder to myself to keep going. C'mon people. CHEER FOR ME!!
Now, I am the kind of person who usually forgets about promises of a healthy lifestyle in a matter of seconds. But somehow, something was different this time. My thoughts kept naggig me, and finally, I gave in, and I decided to join the gym.
This would not be my first time, however. Make that the sixth. Yup. I have had five previously failed attempts at gymming, all ending with bed rest. I wanted this time to be different.
The gym smells were so familiar (sweaty t-shirts mixed with disinfectant). A sense of nostalgia hit me, and I felt this time I would be successful.
So the formalities were done. The fees was paid. And I was ready!
While watching some people work out, I was wondering, why is it so hard to loose weight and so easy to gain it? Now I would have to give up all my junk food cravings, all my sandwich binges, and I probably would have to cut down on going out, cause then, I would inadvertantly be stuffing my face with things that are not good for me. -sigh-
So my first day at the gym began and came to an end in half an hour (being my first day, the instructor did not want to make me work out too much). And it felt good.
I just hope this enthusiasm of mine doesn't end! And these blog posts will be testemant to my efforts, and a reminder to myself to keep going. C'mon people. CHEER FOR ME!!
Tuesday, 9 September 2008
Monday, 8 September 2008
Dhruv
(Note: The following conversation was a mix of Marathi and Hindi, which has magically been converted to English in this blog post)
"What's your name kid?" I asked, whipping out my camera.
"Dhhuuvv..what's that?"
"It's a camera. What's your name again?"
"Dhuuv!" he said, louder this time.
"Dhruv?" I asked again.
"That's what I've been telling you! So that's a camera?"
"Yup!"
"Take my photo," he said, smiling shyly.
"Sure! Why don't you stand next to the window?"
"Is this good?" he asked, standing where I wanted him to, expressionless.
"You're a pro!" I exclaimed, taking several pictures.
"I like how the train goes over water. How does it do that?"
"Well, the train run on tracks, and there are tracks over the water too!"
"You're lying!" his mouth was opened wide.
"Nope! I never lie!" I grinned.
"Is that spit?" he ased, pointing at the silver paint on the window pane.
"No, that's paint. If it were spit, it would be wet. See?" I said, touching the bumpy silver coating.
"Hmm. But what if the paint is wet?" he asked.
"Well, it would stick to your fingers, and then you'd have to wash your hands with soap."
"I wouldn't like to touch wet paint."
"Me neither."
"My mother is calling me. My stop has come."
"Oh! Well it was nice talking to you kid!"
"Can you send me my photos?"
"Sure! But I'd need your address to do that."
"I can't give you my address."
"Why?"
"Because my mom has told me not to talk to strangers."
"What's your name kid?" I asked, whipping out my camera.
"Dhhuuvv..what's that?"
"It's a camera. What's your name again?"
"Dhuuv!" he said, louder this time.
"Dhruv?" I asked again.
"That's what I've been telling you! So that's a camera?"
"Yup!"
"Take my photo," he said, smiling shyly.
"Sure! Why don't you stand next to the window?"
"Is this good?" he asked, standing where I wanted him to, expressionless.
"You're a pro!" I exclaimed, taking several pictures.
"Well, the train run on tracks, and there are tracks over the water too!"
"You're lying!" his mouth was opened wide.
"Nope! I never lie!" I grinned.
"No, that's paint. If it were spit, it would be wet. See?" I said, touching the bumpy silver coating.
"Hmm. But what if the paint is wet?" he asked.
"Well, it would stick to your fingers, and then you'd have to wash your hands with soap."
"I wouldn't like to touch wet paint."
"Me neither."
"Oh! Well it was nice talking to you kid!"
"Can you send me my photos?"
"Sure! But I'd need your address to do that."
"I can't give you my address."
"Why?"
"Because my mom has told me not to talk to strangers."
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