Wednesday 25 February 2009

Dad

My dad smells like cigarettes.
His shirt smells like cigarettes.
His fingers smell like cigarettes.
His breath smells like cigarettes.

I smell like cigarettes.

Tuesday 24 February 2009

Slumdog Millionaire

Yesterday, I got into a huge debate with two people regarding the movie 'Slumdog Millionaire'. They both did not feel it was a deserving movie, it was over - hyped, and they both felt A R Rahman has given much better music than the one in this movie. I present to you, my arguments:

1. Even though this film is made by a British chap, it is about India. It features Indian bigwigs like Anil Kapoor and Irrfan Khan. It features lesser known Dev Patel and Frieda Pinto. It features even lesser known slum kids, whom we still only refer to as Jamal, Latika and Salim. So, having such a varied INDIAN cast, won't Indian's relate to the movie and feel happy about it winning the Academy Award?

2. A. R. Rahman. He is perhaps India's best music composer, and he has now achieved global recognition because of Slumdog Millionaire. My friends both argued that Rahman has given better music in films such as Dil Se, Yuva, even Delhi 6. "What kind of crap is Ringa Ringa?," one had said. Well, my reply to that was, Dil Se, Yuva, and Delhi 6 have not been nominated for the Academy Awards. So globally, no one really knew who Rahman is. Even though Slumdog's music isn't at par with Rahman's other compositions, it has still won him an Oscar! This is only the beginning, and I'm sure Rahman will win many more Oscars for his wonderful music.

3. Then, one said, I don't think the movie was that great that it deserved an Oscar. To that, I asked her, which other Oscar nominated films of the year HAVE you seen? I didn't get a reply.

The problem with us is that we are all pseudo-critics. We will always go against the tide and hate the movie just because it doesn't show India how you would like it to be seen. We're un-informed haters. Look around you...nothing of the Bombay surroundings shown in the movie is fiction. It's everywhere. We just choose to ignore it.

So bottomline is, if you didn't like the movie, just pop any Karan Johar movie in the DVD, and SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Update: I'm quoting my friend Vivek P for this wonderful insight: "Yeah, it’s funny that Karan Johar takes his entire Indian crew abroad for shooting his films, whereas the Slumdog guys came to India to shoot, with an Indian crew, an Oscar-winning film."

Tuesday 17 February 2009

Umm. Yeah.

So finally, he has defined our relationship.

"We're friends"

I don't know why I am feeling so hollow. So far, I refused to define our relationship as anything. I don't even know what I feel towards him. I don't even know if I've moved on. I seriously don't know. I never even gave 'what are we' a thought till today. I played it by ear. I didn't close any doors, but I didn't think about them either.

What is happening to me? Rather, why has this happened to me? Why am I stuck to him? Why!

Ok, I just re-read what I've written, and my mind just told me that I'm a friggin cry-baby. I hate when my brain is right. Grr. :x

Help me someone. Please! I want closure!!! I've had enough of crying about him and moping, and being depressed and confused. Enough!

Help?

Saturday 14 February 2009

Whee! R4nd0mn3ss (With Video Links!)

25 Random Things About Me:

1. I am deathly afraid of cockroaches. I can't be near one without screaming my head off. The ones that scare me the most are those fucking huge ones that fly. Why do these devil's spawn even exist?!

2. I HATE chatspeak. How hard is it to type "how are you?" instead of "hw r u?" You just have to add five more alphabets! That's it! One girl even greets me this way - "hi gm.h r u?" I don't even reply sometimes!

3. I am in love with the song "Stand Up" by Flobots. The lyrics and the music are just fantabulous! You should listen to their album.

4. I am the most fickle person around. If today I like something, I may hate it tomorrow, and vice versa. One of my nicknames is Ficky Fickleton :)

5. I am OBSESSED with Final Fantasy VII, and I will not stop until I finish the game!

6. I hate it when someone corrects my pronunciation. It upsets me, and I get very angry.

7. I love lip balm! I have a huge stash of different flavoured ones! The funny part is, no matter how much you apply them, they never get over! My favourite lip balm is the strawberry flavoured one from Neutrogena.

8. I hate my job (everyone knows this!) but I am too afraid to quit.

9. I have separation anxiety(?) I can't let go of people or places easily. I get very emotional when someone leaves, or if I have to leave for somewhere. I have trouble letting go.

10. I have really tiny teeth, and I am very conscious about them. When I laugh, I cover my mouth with my hand, cause it looks like I have no teeth when I do so.

11. I love travelling long distances by BEST buses. The only condition is I need to be sitting. Standing on a cramped BEST bus is just horrid!

12. My sister is my guide. She really gives the best advice (even though she's 2 years younger!)

13. I used to have a pen-pal from Scotland named Emma. She was a really good person, but we stopped writing about 4 years ago. I wonder where she is now.

14. I HATE NRIs. I just hate them! I don't even have a reason!

15. From 2001 - 2004, I was obsessed with the Backstreet Boys. I was madly in love with Howie Dorough, and I wanted to marry him.

16. Speaking of marriage, I wanted to get married to Akshay Kumar when I was 9 years old. I used to tell my mom, I love him so much, I don't even mind being his maid, just so I could be close to him.

17. I saved every sms my ex sent me on my last phone. I never deleted a single one even after we broke up. I still read them sometimes and smile/cry.

18. My favourite Breezer flavour is Orange. In fact, orange is my favourite flavour in everything! Orange is also my favourite fruit!

19. I love cheese. All kinds of cheese. Cheese on everything. Mmm. Cheese.

20. I can't sing hindi songs in tune, but I sing English ones really well.

21. When I meet someone new on the internet, I pretend I am a different person than what I really am.

22. I used to have a best friend. I don't anymore. (Not you, RadRid)

23. I cry everytime I watch Dumbo, especially when I see this song.

24. I love doing random tags and quizzes and stuff! They really kill boredom! (You know what's coming next! :D :D :D)

25. I love/hate Valentine's Day!!

I tag:
Nikki
Zephyr

You MUST do this tag within a week..or..umm...katti?

Tuesday 10 February 2009

I miss you



Dear Lady,

It's been 2 years since you left us. We still remember you. I still miss you.

I still remember how you'd whine every time you wanted to go for a walk.
How you'd stick your butt at us whenever you wanted us to give it a scratch.
How the back of your ears felt.
How your nails would go clip-clop against the marble floor.
How your ears shot up when we'd say "Lady, ATTACK!"
Your loud bark still rings in my ears.
Whenever we'd make chicken, I still remember you trailing behind us, your nose in the air, begging for some pieces.
I remember you in your illness, when you'd not even be able to move.
I remember crying and crying and crying the day you passed away.

I love you Lady. I hope wherever you are, you're happy and free. I hope you run around large fields chasing mice and crows, eating chicken till your heart's desire. I hope you're free.

R.I.P. Lady
19th August, 1993 - 9th February, 2007

Sunday 8 February 2009

I have no inspiration

(My writer's block does not seem to be ending. Hence, I am re-posting something from my previous blog. Please bear with me)



July 16

What happens when..hmm...

Ok, so by now, probably half of Mumbai knows I'm doing Mass Communication. It's just for a year, and well, it's gonna be really really really tasking. Yet, here I am, having fun, and now I shall tell you something that you probably knew already.
I love hot guys.
Why?
They're hot, endowed with amazingly cute smiles, awesome hair, good height and a good personality.
Did you know there are hot guys in this world that ACTUALLY have brains? That actually know their Einstein from their Eminem?
They exist! Trust me!
How do I know?
Because I met one. AND I took his interview.
And boy..did I meet him!
"Who is this guy?", you might ask. It is none other than Ruslaan Mumtaz.
Don't look him up on the internet..here's what he looks like:
Ruslaan
Yush. He's that MP3 guy.
So how did I land up meeting with him?!
Yeah..like I'll tell you!
But I did meet him!
So anyway, the meeting was set up over the phone. His phone voice was was sexy too. I don't use this word for many people, and well, I think he deserves a "sexy voice" tag! Now this is a blow-by-blow account of what happened when I reached his place:
I reach his building..the watchman asks me who I want to see.."Ruslaan M.", I say, my heart beating wildly.
He smirks..thinks I'm another one of his crazed fans (are there any?)..calls his place. "Some Supriya Madam to see Ruslaan". The voice on the other end confirms.
"You may go.." he says, pointing to the stairs.
I don't take the elevator. I might as well loose a gram or two before I see him.
I climb up to the second floor.
There is a vicious, snarling dog sitting right there. His ears prick up. He stares. I run the other way. I hear a door clicking. I run faster.
I go back to the ground floor, take the elevator to his floor, and stumble out.
And there he was... (cue Angels singing)
A Greek God..incarnate!
He smiles. I feel like someone's stuffed banana skins in my mouth.
"H..Hi..I'm Sup...riya" I somehow stutter.
"Ruslaan". Shakes my hand. I tremble.
"Come on in"
Ok, I must pause right here, so I could tell you about his house.
It's enormous.
Enormous is also an understatement.
Palatial is more like it. It's beautiful and well decorated.
Okay, now back to the best day of July 2007.
He makes me sit on this comfy couch, and he sits on the other end. Totally comfy. He offers me a glass of water, but my mouth is drooling already, and I do not need more liquid in my system.
"Okay..I should let you know, you're my first interview..and if I suck, please forgive me" I grin, trying to be funny.
"Hey no worries" he smiles again.
What happened next, I really don't remember. I asked him about 13 questions, and he answered like a total pro. No airs. No attitude. Hard to believe, but true.
It took me only 10 minutes to complete my interview. And now came the part I was dreading.
"Umm..can I take you're photograph now?" I ask, gulping.
"Sure!" he says.
"I have to be in the photograph too, so I have proof I actually took your interview."
"No worries"
He calls his friend to the room, but I couldn't hear what his name was.
He asks me to sit next to him.
I scream inside my head.
He sits close, and a photo is taken.
It's blurred.
I ask for another. This time he has his arm around me.
I scream again. But I'm frozen. I don't pose. I don't move. I am completely paralyzed. But my heart is still alive, and it's dancing to the tune of "Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar Hai Yeh".
It's over. Over. I have to leave.
"Thank you so much!" I smile, utterly grateful.
"Anytime!" he grins, his smile hypnotizing me. (did he really mean that?! I'd totally go back if he meant that!!!)
I run out of his home, skip to my car, my head in the clouds, a huge smile on my face.
And I vow to watch MP3 as soon as I can.
~Supriya