tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362008582024-03-22T09:46:04.320+05:30Darkness and DeepDeeply weird(presumably so) thoughts on simple Things in life.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-51323463593100765312013-05-19T23:10:00.001+05:302013-05-19T23:10:25.958+05:30Keep calm and continue to believe that life can be simple. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-15131317978096862832013-01-28T23:33:00.000+05:302013-01-28T23:33:05.198+05:30Horoscope learning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am generally wary of horoscopes, but there is always a moment in boredom that you some how end up reading horoscope in a magazine..<br />
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This was a unusual suggestion. Invest in the right relationships, weed out the ones that are not worth -completely. This struck me very well, especially since I have been seeking closure on some relationships.<br />
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Will remember this, and want you to remind me of this. </div>
Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-61293614422710482482012-09-02T19:25:00.001+05:302012-09-02T19:32:33.659+05:30The small city of Mumbai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Give me hope Joanna, playing in a lively pub in Mumbai. Its 11:30 pm, I have a glass of whiskey sour in front of me. I am sitting in the corner of the pub. There are a billion people in front of me, dressed for the night, dressed for partying and dressed to serenade. The waiter is dancing, the mop boy is dancing and ofcourse from what I remember seeing there was a continuity of human roaring like a violent sea. I couldn't figure out where one person ended and the other began. <br />
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My eyes are stuck on the smoking room's window. A room as wide as a single public toilet. Lit pretty brightly in contrast to the lighting in the pub. I want to have a smoke, but I have to wait till the room clears of the 10 people who are already in there. A couple leaves, a friend and I quickly go in for a puff. Sound of the song falls several amplitude and I hear people now.<br />
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A guy, 24-25 years, trim and clean offers to light one for the new people who just entered the brethren room. 2 of them are pretty well dressed women.<br />
Guy: "I have seen you somewhere, very fami - very familiar face.."<br />
Girl: "Thanks for the light, nope I have never seen you" Smiles all along..<br />
Guy: "Ah.. too bad.. tell me something are you in media"?<br />
Girl: "Nope, I work for an investment banking firm"<br />
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Another guy who was giving a smile to the girls now fills in<br />
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Guy2: "Ah thats cool, pardon this media guy.. I work for JP morgan"<br />
Girl: "Oh thats good, so so.. ah.. what do you do"<br />
Guy: "I work for the debt capital in the south east Asian market"<br />
Girl: "Oh thats nice.. I work for blah blah..."<br />
After some more randomness<br />
Guy: "You know these are tough time, 2 years back it was bad, a year back it was worse .. and now its a question mark"<br />
Girl: "Yeah, about that.. tough times.. the rule now is stick to your job unless the kick you out"<br />
Everyone starts laughing at this 'joke'...<br />
Media guy now wants to be part of this conversation<br />
Guy:" Ah you guys are boring.. let talk about something else now.. tell me something how do you find this guys voice"<br />
Girl: "Ah yeah I noticed, you really have a deep voice..."<br />
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At this point I have given up and leave the public toilet.<br />
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By now I am extremely overwhelmed. I have never seen such things happen in Bangalore. For starters there is space between people and for conversation we discuss weather, rock bands and politics. We also dont share our education backgrounds or where we work.<br />
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But this is not a Bangalore > Mumbai talk, this is actually me experiencing something very different for the first time in my life. For a person who loves his personal space, this started off as a nightmare but now slowly he wants to be part of the human continuum that this place is. Just like the conversation, hated it in the beginning but in hindsight it was actually a kickass way to strike a conversation (ofcourse discounting the duechebagness of the guys there, but mostly I feel so as I was jealous of me not being a part of that conversation)<br />
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Mumbai is small, its congested, it makes the bangalorean in me to cringe but at the end of the day this quite lounge drinker is entertained in a high energy cramped up bar. The energy flow between complete strangers here is overwhelming. In a physics type analogy I feel the energy transmission is better here as its conduction as oppose to convection in the Bangalore pubs. No wonder people just fall into this sea and become a part of it almost immediately.<br />
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I enjoyed last night. 2 guys walked into a bar met and spoke to so many people, a social therapy almost unthinkable in Bangalore.<br />
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Its like beer you know, you know its famous for its goods. But when you drink it the first time you hate it. But very quickly you want it even more. It brings together a lot of people, it makes you do crazy things (and you can blame it on beer) but eventually its part of a lot of good things that brings a smile in you face and dance step in your feet!<br />
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2 months in, I have been giving up on the crib of space, learning to adjust in this small, cramped city called Mumbai.<br />
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Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-52796363881113947832011-08-21T05:20:00.002+05:302011-08-21T05:24:55.689+05:30Trust, No moreI trust too fast.
<br />I think straight.
<br />I dont scheme while I eat a burger. I just eat a burger.
<br />I am not political when I say you are a brilliant person, I say it cause I feel it.
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<br />I dont burn oceans or fry the fish. I just tell you what to do.
<br />I am tactless I am honest.
<br />I have taken the easier route to be an Idiot.
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<br />Hence, the learning.
<br />Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-2046832343900446232011-08-17T15:52:00.004+05:302011-08-17T16:08:16.072+05:30Dont Care AnymoreI am bigger than I project to thou.
<br />I bent only because I thought you were worth my humility.
<br />I was earnest, you thought it was not fun.
<br />Now I realise, I am no more fun.
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<br />Its right, I learnt. Now I move on.
<br />and yeah, I don't care anymore.
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<br /><Story of my life, only the best of friends have survived the unintended test (Obvious in hind sight). Hence best of friends :)>Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-1750213900913654622011-07-31T22:45:00.002+05:302011-07-31T22:48:28.592+05:30Being a ManWhat does it mean to be a Man. <br />To take all pain and still remain expressionless?<br /><br />Yes, I think that's what the world wants. I will give it to you all.<br /><br />Bubble, energy, fun are passe. Lets the grim reign. Let the celebrations stop, it time to be a Man.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-23744000330452212122011-07-03T21:14:00.002+05:302011-07-03T21:22:27.719+05:30To a place called LAlmost after 9 months.<br />What a year. Crazy is not a word that can define it. It needs the most expletive obscene invented word to describe it. A learning experience that has to be called life. <br />Acads, music, Manfest, love, alcohol, cigarettes, McKinsey and crazyness. <br /><br />Success redefined, aspirations redefined, peace redefined, love redefined, hard work redefined and hence I am still fighting to win. To an end that cannot be imagined, to a finish that cannot be planned, to a direction that cannot exist.. this place can make you live crazy if you want to go crazy.<br /><br />I am not happy yet, the reason I came here for. Not achieved yet. I know I have to stop loving this place for its undefined nature, I am sold to anarchy. I need to come back, I need discipline, I need to stop loving.. cause I need to be happy.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-77786908601340006972010-09-19T09:59:00.002+05:302010-09-19T10:07:34.047+05:30Another Hook, Another LearningAlone at room, with a broken wall next to me. Two bottles of alcohol, the levels indicative of the crazy last night. An end to what has been the most trying 3 months of my life. I was emotionally churned, physically emaciated, intellectually shagged to make me wonder that I am half the man I used be. <br /><br />I leave it here, this will be the hook that would remind me of the first three months at Lucknow.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-51573787102990724722010-07-03T22:51:00.001+05:302010-07-03T22:54:05.881+05:30From the glacier of energy<br />flows a false sense of being chirpy.<br />On the face of innocence <br />lies hidden, images of the blues.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-25318288811560335922010-07-02T02:53:00.002+05:302010-07-02T02:56:33.436+05:30AngerI am warning you of extreme anger. Dont touch it. It will not only melt your skin, it will burn your soul. Beware, oh innocent one. Beware, oh clown.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-79367973775177880532010-06-30T16:27:00.008+05:302010-06-30T22:06:41.858+05:30The ideal assumptionHappiness or Sadness is independent of the place you are in. You might be an achiever or you might be a loser. It doesn't matter to Happiness and Sadness. They will approach you nevertheless. Of course we have greats telling us don't see what you don't have but see what you have (some times in comparison to the less fortunates), but material achievements are no compensation for Happiness and Sadness. <br /><br />How happy you are or how sad you are is independent of your bank balance or you status. Of Course an achievement leads to happiness and a loss leads to sadness, but repeat the same achievement and couple it with a loss of a dear one or an extreme embarrassment and you'll see sadness has suddenly taken over. <br /><br />My point being, Just because you are dreaming to be someone and you idolise him/her doesn't mean you idealise his/her life too.<br /><br />Even Superman wept.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-22861106656968655422010-06-20T11:20:00.008+05:302010-06-30T22:07:05.962+05:30Plan a trip to ShillongSo, right before I tell you how to enjoy Shillong. Let me tell you that its in Meghalaya. This 'just in case' fact is for people like me who untill I was planning to go there thought it was in Sikkim or one of the other 6 NE states. So ya, Shillong is the capital of Meghalaya and was once the capital of Assam!!<br /><br />So to get there you have 4 options Taxi, Bus, Plane or just be born there. There is no railways in the state so you need to reach Guwahati for (some of) the above mentioned options. You could fly there directly if you and your wallet wish to. Taxi is the most preferred, they charge Rs 140 one way and they squeeze in 10 people in one one sumo (excluding the driver). So in case you want a little for comfort or privacy while you go through the beauty of Meghalaya hire your own taxi (lots of Maruti Altos for that) . There is a stark difference in the weather once you cross Assam and what an awesome gesture that is! It makes you feel like you are going on a holiday! <br /><br />There are hotels, resorts and lodges all over Shillong. If you are the kind that wants everything around you while you are on a holiday, for example the pubs, restaurants, shopping malls etc.. then Police Bazar (PB) is the place for you. But I chose Laitmukhra a place 2 km from PB to stay cause its less crowded. The advantage of Laitmukhra is that you are at peace when you want and when you want to have 'fun' you take a shared taxi to PB at 7 bucks. But I preferred to walk all the way. What better than taking a hot water bath and then taking a walk through the serpentine roads of a hill station!! The added advantage being you get to see a lot of lakes and ponds on the way. One of them being Wards lake. Beautiful and a must visit!<br /><br />Visit the Don Bosco NE cultural museum in Mawli, its extremely informative and its very modern! Go figure why I call it modern. You would have to take a taxi on 'reserved' for this, he will charge you 100 bucks from police bazar. It serves both the nerdy kinds and the fun kinds. I wonder where they get the kind of money. You can take a walk up the steep roads of Shillong to reach IIM Shillong, nice walk-nice place. Buy yourself a ticket to the Meghalaya Govt. transport corp for a day trip to Cherrapunjee. Take the 15 seater deluxe at Rs 280. Take your Camera! You will be surprised by the kind of music these people play in the govt. buses!! In Manali they played Himesh, here they played coldplay, BEP, local rock.. <br /><br />Other than the obvious places, go around Shillong walking (alternatively take a shared taxi), ask people for direction, they will befriend you and if you are lucky you can go drinking with some localites! Thats what happened to me. Some wonderful people these Shillong guys are!! Cloud 9 is a quiet pub on the top floor of centre point in Police Bazar. For the noisy kinds there is Tango below UCB. Another option is buy the booze sneak up to the terrace of your place and enjoy the drink with the dash of cold night wind, while you are at it you might also see some distant quiet lightning.. an indication that its still raining up there in Cherrapunjee!<br /><br />The best way to enjoy Shillong is to see it wake up and see it go to sleep. Wake up at 5 and sleep at 11! Eat the apricot and buy the converse shoes. Watch the kids go to school and colleges with their hair style and party dresses. Every one is well dressed in Shillong! Enjoy the local dish Jadoh, chew on some Shillong Tamol (Betel nut, strict warning) Enjoy the moving rain in Cherrapunjee and trek through the caves in the trip! and ya dont forget to chat up with the locals!!<br /><br />I enjoyed Shillong but I know I enjoyed it more because I had amazing company!Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-53967606304629037162010-06-13T01:14:00.002+05:302010-06-30T22:07:48.384+05:30To KolkataWell, as I am typing this note TMC has given the whip lashing to CPM in the elections for corporations. The city of Kolkata is in a moment of cautious celebrations. The new has taken its right stand. I am not a big fan of Mamata Bannerjee but since CPM has taken its time to prove its incompetence (actually impotence), I would welcome any change. <br /><br />So this is the political weather in Kolkata. The police and the CRPF are walking the streets and I am house arrest until 6 in anticipation of the winning snare that the TMC dogs would give the older canines and hence the ever famous Kolkata bandh and curfew. Inside home, my aunt’s house in salt lake, the wind chime and its partner are successful in creating a winner of an atmosphere. Warm, peaceful and appetizing.. especially for a nice Mojito! <br /><br />But this is what I feel. People from all around Kolkata have warned, sympathized and almost threatened me about how harsh, merciless and unhealthy this summer is. My aunt was surprised to see me happy and bouncy when I entered her house. She was expecting a wet cloth beaten on a stone and then wriggled and dried in the same state under the heat of Thar Desert. A friend of mine welcomes me to Kolkata albeit with a warning of this terrible summer. Although I don’t feel the pain.. this anticipated heat attack has spruced up the value (if I may say) of my trip. The “madness” has been poetized!<br /><br />But yeah, in all fairness it is hot and bloody hell demoralizing. I have been in this kind of heat for 4 years and I know to handle it. On my first day in the sleeper class train seat (!!!A reason for awe and awwww!!!) I did feel that it was a mistake to plan a trip with such a budget, but then logic and physics got better of me. Thanks to continuous supply of water in the train.. I must say I managed pretty well with wet hair and face every 1 hr. Along with that, the best way to handle this heat when you don’t have a fan or AC is, though it might sound disgusting, let yourself sweat and then sweat a lil more and then, even a small whiff of wind will make you feel amazing and then before you know it you are in a sound sleep! 2 Hrs later its either not that hot or its time for “one more time repetition”. Then you will be so proud of yourself that you will smile condescendingly at people “struggling with heat”.<br /><br />Well, this is the shortest time gap that I am coming back to Kolkata, 3.5 months. It feels good; this city is truly a Matrubhoomi! I like train travels to Howrah. City of Kolkata is iconicly depicted by the Howrah bridge or otherwise known as Rabindra Sethu. When you around the Howrah station vicinity the first big, smiling welcome is given by the same old Howrah bridge. Its like the city has never changed. And the best part is because of the Hoogli river and the railway station you don’t find the barrage of apartments towering over the beautiful past that has remained all these years. The view unobstructed veils the dirty tracks and you are immediately a part of this bustling energetic city!<br /><br />While the new political party takes over the corporation I feel the old guy (aka Kolkata) will be more welcoming to the new suburban Kolkata that has been inching and pleading its way in. For the city with the repertoire of producing almost prolifically, sharp brains that the whole of India knows as probashi (some thing like a NRI, NRBengali, Mostly because the sharpest brains have no work in Kolkata), Its time the Non Residents return to their Mathrubhumi and give it that actual change that it is looking for since decades!Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-8530300081841146962010-05-24T00:49:00.004+05:302010-06-30T22:09:29.476+05:30For you allSome moments in life are so strong and imperative that a normal human being fails to grab the sense of it. A watershed event that it could be just doest seem to appear to the person. He thinks not ahead, he thinks only of the near future. Until it suddenly hits him. A sense of nostalgia, a good piece of art, good cinema, or longing for something completely different can put things into perspective that would make events until now appear in the right light. <br /><br />There was this print advertisement of HAIG that I remember seeing on my way to Panjim from Margoa way back in 2006. It caught my fascination like no other. The tag line was "Made by Time". Time, the supreme most truth that a human knows and has proof off. Time makes a lot of things, and mostly they are the most valuable. The most important of its products are relationships. Respect and friendship form the indispensable ingredient of relationships. <br /><br />When you start a relationship, an emotional investment is the equity of highest value. Its interest rates are extremely high. If it pays dividend you will receive the most priced "Return". Happiness. There is seldom any hedge for this, that is if you are truly emotionally investing. <br /><br />You cant decide on whether to invest emotionally or not, it happens and when it does you are already knee deep. But, trust takes you ahead. A decade back, I was this student with a broken leg. Trying hard to prove to the world that even I can make it. With the stool in the class and my plastered leg on it, I made sure any sympathy that came my way, came with some bit of respect and awe. After the final exams of that year I realised I had nothing to do. The last exam was physics I suppose, I remember coming back home and going to sleep. That was 10th standard boards. While people played cricket, watched movies I slept. That was me 10 years back. Today for every occasion I have someone to share my happiness and more importantly my sorrows. <br /><br />Friendship is truly what makes any event in a man's life worth it. Today even a parents success is judged by whether they are great friends or not. With friends we perennially have a sense of celebration, a sense of sharing. They give us freedom to tease, the freedom to criticize, the freedom to get angry without being judged and the freedom to ask. In the last decade I have not known life, but for some really important people. They know as they read this. Thanks :)Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-59618769232205489682010-01-01T13:23:00.004+05:302010-06-30T22:08:37.871+05:30.. I wanna grow up once again :)Watching 3 Idiots and wake up sid made my eyes moist. As evident both the movies dealt with one theme. Do what you love, Doing things that you enjoy and are adept at can contribute not only to the world but would make a world of difference to you. <br /><br />3 Idiots is an amazing movie. I dont care what the world thinks, they may say they played to the gallery, they may say that goofball game was too over the top but trust me life is nothing but these goofball games. Delivering a child on TT table is weird?? Try birthday bumps turning into gore when a kick tore the small intestine of college mate. One seen on screen one before our eyes. Now you do your reality check.<br /><br />The detailed ragging scenes, the feel of an engineering college complete with posters of science fest and result notices was a complete nostalgia run for me. The hostel chronicles, the vodka on the terrace top, the philosophical discussions, the altercations when we have lost ourselves to the spirits. The relative grading and even the toilet humor. I felt at hostel, sorry I felt at home. <br /><br />But this movie did more than just entertaining me. It made me think, It made me a stereotype, It made me cringe at my past decisions, It made me analyse where I am now. Am I heading on the right direction. Am I the same wide eyed, inquisitive wanna learn everything kid that joined engineering? More importantly Am I an engineer? <br /><br />They are good stories that create conflicts between characters, they are better movies that create effective internal conflicts in their characters but the best are those that creates a internal conflict in you, the viewer. At this point you are in personal interaction with the movie. This point the movie is not merely an entertainer, it a piece of art, its a cinema.<br /><br />I watched 3 idiots as a way to spend my New years Eve effectively, but ended up feeling weird that few decisions in my life were not in the track of happiness. Its never too late to realise your mistakes. Boss catch the next train on time and make sure its on its way to happiness.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-4116241545539432392009-12-25T13:39:00.002+05:302010-06-30T22:08:12.034+05:30AloneNever dream something, that when time comes you come to reject it,<br />Never raise hopes, that you cant work for.<br /><br />Never dream together, 'cause when wind stops blowing, you are left flying alone.<br />Never loose you peace, not for the dreams you dreamt with someone.<br /><br />Strife and strive for happiness, but do it all alone.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-60607293196408048222009-10-28T22:52:00.005+05:302009-10-29T11:11:02.188+05:30Notes to selfNext time you eat a generation of crab, strike that two generations of Crab. Think twice.<br /><br />Actually think of it other than the coughing I don't see a down side. Firstly, I got to eat so much of crab meat. Top that with the 5 days of complete bed rest. Three great movies. 1. O Brother! where art thou 2. House of sand and fog 3. Barton Fink. Read 1984 leisurely. Eat all the home food. Chocolates, soups, cookies and warm tea (love you mom). Spoke the least. Man I dont think I had a better holiday.<br /><br />But come to think of it, I wouldn't want a throat infection to do all this. Especially when the doctor said "eh.. you have a throat infection, and its spreading to your lungs..." All I could Imagine that day was globules of histamines and its reactants slowly crawling into the dark alleyways of my lungs. But the phrase was use full, it got the required attention and the sick leaves. Trust me, next time quote a doctor verbatim and see your sick leaves get approved without an extra word!<br /><br />The cough is still there I hope I get rid of it fast. A staunch believer in homeopathy had to take antibiotics to speed up the recovery. The Antibiotics, the doc prescribed is lets say interesting. Today morning while in the bus, they took effect. It was like a sunday morning in a green spread lawn over looking a valley of beauty with varicolored flowers and sparkling rivers, and the sun rising in the background with the parrots flying swiftly.... and one strong concoction of old monk and coke. <br /><br />Its fun, I like to squeeze that out from wherever I can.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-86602387988286037412009-10-02T23:19:00.005+05:302009-10-03T00:09:40.120+05:30Inglourious Basterds - My view.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBPPAL%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">The plot is ready, Sushana has the reel in place, editing is in place. As soon as the movie ‘Nation’s Pride’ reaches it climatic dialogue from its protagonist her scene burst in - <span style=""> </span>Laugining like a maniac, a devouring, Big Brotherish maniacal laugh. The Nazi audience complete with the countries top Director, actor and ofcourse the Fuhrer are astound. Literally behind the screen, her negro boyfriend flips his burning cigarette towards the mound of nitrate coated film reels (Samuel Jackson is the narrator and he explains the science behind it). The camera follows the burning cigarette in complete focus. In the front, the screen starts burning while Sushana continues to laugh. Ironically, Sushana is dead. The basterds are in place too, ready to bullet down each and every man, woman wearing a SS uniform. Then comes the culmination of one of the best scenes in the movies, the projector continues to project the laughing image of sushana over the smoke rising from the burning cinema. While 350 nazi’s are being roasted to death, Her revenge is complete.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A revenge born from a brilliant piece of screenplay in the beginning of Inglorious Basterds. Col. Hans Landa, played by Christopher Waltz squeezes out the information of the hiding jews, out from a seemingly tacit Dairy farmer. For nearly 15 mins, the dialogue between the two is telling you that something ominous is going to happen and when it does its simply is a masterpiece that is unfolding infront of your eyes. The farmer breaks down and gives up information of the hiding jews, while Landa sips on milk and brags about his ‘jew hunting’. <span style=""> </span>Landa calls his men and they massacre the jew family hiding in the basement. There is one survivor, Sushana. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Meanwhile, Lt. Aldo Raine and his basterds have created havoc in south <st1:country-region><st1:place>france</st1:place></st1:country-region>. They are hunting down SS suited Germans and scalping their heads off. The news has reached the Fuhrer and the frustration is obvious. This is 3 years after Sushana escaped from the dairy farm. The style of Mr. Tarentino comes out in full color and yellow in these scenes.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The mans got style and knows how to flaunt it on screen. His long drawn conversation between his quirky characters is engaging and weirdly informative.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The strongest part of this movie is its writing. To spawn an imaginative alternate history and execute it so convincingly with flesh and blood characters, with their idiosyncrasies is simply mesmerizing. Two main plots and many a sub plots with Hans Landa as the common factor makes him the true poster boy of the movie.
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<br /><span style=""> </span></p> Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-28800376789142195662009-02-28T11:27:00.006+05:302009-03-04T18:36:06.395+05:30Gulaal, Kaminey aur Anek aur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjve3akeXp5HbZeWG7k72_04d51IC2Ys_PsPwWVSkUUDcBcDbNZEmHAPMsJmT0FwYlEi_doflNtu7Ryv-58MqIzVRo8emCdMxiwZClPeD4i7F_98YHPNw0MxkyLupIsGM0o1WhQ/s1600-h/200px-Gulaal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjve3akeXp5HbZeWG7k72_04d51IC2Ys_PsPwWVSkUUDcBcDbNZEmHAPMsJmT0FwYlEi_doflNtu7Ryv-58MqIzVRo8emCdMxiwZClPeD4i7F_98YHPNw0MxkyLupIsGM0o1WhQ/s400/200px-Gulaal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307730474140038674" border="0" /></a><br />So there was a luck by chance, there was a Dev D and then Delhi 6. These were just the starters or touchings, whatever you prefer. But the gourmet is yet to be served. Through the transparent wall of the hindi movie industry kitchen I could see my course getting ready. Here is what I am ordering!!<br /><br />Firstly, there is going to be <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS7KLVs1Ib4">Gulal</a>. Anurag Kashyaps's next. The movie was 5 years in the making. All thanks to censor boards show of no confidence to Kashyap's maverick style of movie making. But the nevertheless, Its here.<br /><br />Whats it about: This is purely my guess and is based on various articles and clippings that i have seen. Its kinda about the dog which chased a car, and upon reaching it didn't know what to do with it. Squirting out of the Pyaasa song <a href="http://v-s-gopal.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/02/ye-duniya-agar-mil-bhi-jaaye-to-kya-hai-sung-by.htm">'<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:olive;" ><span class="postbody1"><span style="color:olive;">Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai'</span></span></span></strong></span></a>. From a shallow chase to the goal being shallow. Its about the Rajputana movement mixed with personal gratification of the rich spoil brats. Its Dark and self Cynical (check out the trailer).<br /><br />What to expect: Gripping Drama. Rustic Realism. Amazing music. Corny Dialogues followed by the socio politically motivating Punchline (self cynical). Music from Indian Ocean. Hard hitting lyrics like Aarambh hain Prachand (here comes the Big revolution).. to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQRqhFKpq7w&feature=related">Jaise Bina baat ke baj gaya afganistan ka band</a>. And ofcourse our Neon hero Anurag Kashyap.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnsXz0eLODqrJJpwgUXnCtuA03aQccDwJm27xGaKw3j26gzZorL5adsvMtUMuRiAS7Hqbe8FHXiwkgQ2fMw27JCz8vhceU72PFQwQ91xV8RH-800XcerNmZknTBaRSDXl_V3K/s1600-h/Kaminey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnsXz0eLODqrJJpwgUXnCtuA03aQccDwJm27xGaKw3j26gzZorL5adsvMtUMuRiAS7Hqbe8FHXiwkgQ2fMw27JCz8vhceU72PFQwQ91xV8RH-800XcerNmZknTBaRSDXl_V3K/s400/Kaminey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307735930718897010" border="0" /></a><br />Then, Kaminey. Saw this trailer during Delhi 6. Its Vishal Bharadwaj's next. After movies like omkara, maqbool, makdee you cant help but eagerly wait for his next. Omkara was one of my favorites at that time. It had some amazing dialogues, great adapataion and ofcourse Beedi Jalaile, NITK anthem - 2006-07 .<br /><br />What its about: Not much has been given away but looks like a movie about confusion, loud characters and lots of humor. Its about the twin brothers stuttering Guddu and aw'f'ome charlie. Its peppy, young loud mouthed gansta mixed with dignified life kinda comedy.<br /><br />Why am I waiting for it: Fun. Amol gupte starts his acting career, the guy who gave us taare zameen par. Loud mothed maharashtrian salgi mulgi Priyanka, music for the 'chappars' but in the same time classy(Very possible after Beedi jalile). <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vn1I6qyKfVI&feature=channel">Chal chal sadko par hongi Tan Tan Tan Tadaaa... Ta tada tada... </a>Its going to be pulp, it going to be crisp. Mark my words. Tasty beverage anyone??<br /><br />Paanch: Another Anurag Kashyap's. Made in 2003. Kay Kay.Banned by censor board for Sexuality, sex, drugs and action. Now, that we have a recipe for a cult and a cook like anurag. I cant help but celebrate, 'cause its relishing umm eh releasing!!.<br /><br />What is it about: Joshi Abhyankar case, If you dont know about it. <a href="http://www.rahulchandawarkar.com/news/general/general03float.htm">Read about it</a>. Mix it with great music, Some neon. Some Shock. Great actors like Kay Kay and Aditya Shrivatsav (baadshah Khan from black friday). and ofcourse the magic of Kashyap's madness. An order you cant refuse.. slruppp...<br /><br />Many more to come and Many more to satisfy this hindi movie industry lovers... we want the mavericks, we want the hatkes, we want the oye lucky's we want the Aamir's. We want Shreyas Talpade's getting nominated for best actors and Sajjanpurs being economically viable to make and last but not the least we want the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amit_Trivedi">Amit trivedi's</a>!!!Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-87434499788191590332009-02-02T15:39:00.002+05:302009-02-02T15:42:57.003+05:30Aaj ki taza haal!!Yeh kya haal hain mera,<br />Na khane me ras hain,<br />Na peene ka mann hai,<br />Hai re, chain hain mujhe chahiye,<br />Koi tho de de mujhe koi upayayDarkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-42403512839336475152009-01-18T18:30:00.007+05:302009-01-18T19:14:26.936+05:30Confrontaions that are waiting to happenAs I write down these lines on my blog, my life, over the last five passes by like flashes of photographs. I have wanted to write since then, also did, albeit it was futile. Since I have written two lines now I can pretty confidently say that this is going through.<br />So what has been happening since my last blog. Life has been super fast and super disapointing. Being brutally frank I call it disappointing, but also being foolishly optimistic those photos (scenes of despair) don't appear too frequently. Work has been hectic and could easily be the reason why I haven't blog since. But what kept me alive and kicking was music. My cousin, passed her ipod to me and ever since this ardent lover of great music has been <span style="font-style: italic;">magn. </span>This looks like one of the best decades of hindi music. Way better than the last two. I have been immersed in kailash kher. I love his voice. There is something about music which is not polished or post processed and his music is tribute to that. I love the rough edges of his music. Tere naina, niharwa, saiyyan are my favourite. Kudos to vinay pathak to choose him for music director, lyricist and singer for his movie Dasvidaniya. The song mumma, alvida and muskura have remained on my <span style="font-style: italic;">top 25</span> list ever since.<br />Next fish on my hook is Eddie Vedder, Pearl Jam. I rememeber 'jeremy spoken' as the song that came up once in a while during my shuffle play. But the trip back from nagarhole was last time it appeared as just another song. The minute Su started reeling out the lyrics of the song as it played, I good immersed. There is something about the baritone ish symphony that his voice exudes. Also the completely arbit lyrics of jermy made it more fun to sing along. Also for the uninitiated this song ends with voice modulation that would put atif aslam to shame because not only is Eddie vedder the creator of that sound he is the master of it. <span style="font-style: italic;">I am mine</span> is the other song that features in my top 25. I love the very defined nature of the lyrics.<br /><br />Other than music, the main track has been ridden with the season of MBA entrance exam. I didn't do well. I am filled with enough shame and guilt and want to keep them in me, till I have an authority to remove them.<br /><br />Events wise, the ones in bold are sahana's marriage, nagarhole trip, US baays visits, the super amazing smooth light yellow tequila, durga puja, and the gym on the fifth floor of tejas networks.<br /><br />This new year was fun, I had some spirit in me this time. First time in three years that I am having something to drink on the eve of new years. It was fun, we danced, made cocktails and cut cakes. (~~~contents missing~~~)I have to keep things in me and they are not going to be revealed until I am ultimately sure about it. More than the fear that I claim to have, I fear that the conviction aint there.<br /><br />I have seen several mind melts over the last 5 months. I guess this is the age. People go through several of this. I feel these are the direction signs of life. Decisions we take during these stages helf us grow and grow out of it. I have seen people mature to fit in, seen people going the puerile way to just to have some fun. I have seen myself developing taste, I have seen myself faking to feel the difference.<br /><br />I have observed, I have indulged and now I want to grow.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-4281310303299447132008-07-23T11:13:00.007+05:302008-07-23T19:55:21.212+05:30in the wind...Ok, Now if u have heard the song 'Blowing in the wind' by dylan,<br />Then read the couplets in the same way <sing>.<br />If you haven't then please do hear it. Its just too amazing.<br /><br />How many mines must a man mine,<br />before he can find his gold.<br /><br />Yes, and<br /><br />How many names do I have to strike,<br />Before the right string is struck.<br /><br />Yes, and<br /><br />How many shantis do i neet to meet,<br />Before she is forever mine.<br /><br />The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,<br />The answer is blowing in the wind.<br /><br />OK, from my perspective this would have been super apt some 5 years back.<br />But for the blog its always pertinent.<br />and lets assune the 'shanti' is a female version of 'kumar', 'kanth' as anup would have put it. :)Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-34676475170515708422008-07-05T23:58:00.009+05:302008-07-08T11:11:05.452+05:30A Sinusoidal Life.Its so important to emote. There are times when i feel I shouldn't emote. Or rather not emote in a particular way. But thinking kills the emotion. Kills relationships.<br /><br />I have been through a lot over the last few months. Not before December did i think of people as losers( in a mild way), people who crib or people go off mood for just a drop of a towel. I never realised i would be in their position just after a few months. I used to have an air of superiority at people being emotional or the ones who dropped a tear before they could blink. Back then i had hit a purple patch in life, work was good, office was fun, friends were closest and life never looked better.<br /><br />I made merry and how. I drank, I ate, I commented. Then one day looking at the mirror in the changing room of big bazar, I realised I had grown Fat. Now dont get me wrong, there is nothing wrong being Fat, but again everything is bad with being Fat. I had gone far from being disciplined. Life had kinda gone out of my grasps. I had at that time, at that very changing room, taken a challenge. Gonna Be fit withing the next two months.<br /><br />I hit the gym. I ate good food. I stopped drinking. All was in control. Life looked much better, humility was back. Then all came down. Job didn't look safe, friends didn't look closer and I was fine. I was absolutely fine. Emotion, it was gone. I thought I had conquored it all, Humour I thought was the medicine. I thought wrong.<br /><br />Recently over a chat with a friend I realised a lot of things that made me percieve things in a way, that reminded me of a 10th standard kid. His tears had rolled fast and he used to laugh loud. He never gave a thought before he emoted, he was a happy kid. But again we are grown ups , grown ups have problems. Very complicated ones at that. How does he prepare himself for it. Most of them have to be solved by you, a veil of confidence to counter a mind filled with deep revere. But when you cant. Revealing emotions, can make you a lesser man. Hiding them, you can be considered just a friend and not the one whom friends confide to.<br /><br />Dukh baatne se kam hota hain,<br />baatne waale na mile to kya karein.<br />Baatne waale nahin rehange<br />agar tum unke gum ko na samajh sake.<br /><br />Life is complicated and I soon wanna find my arms to help me come out of the complications, but with a smile and the relationships intact.Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-40907727428431652332008-06-06T23:06:00.008+05:302008-06-06T23:54:52.960+05:30A Reference for Future ThoHey, last few months have been really stressful. Nearly two months back CEO of my company 'moved on'. When I asked my lead 'what now'?, he very promptly replied 'move on'. As if the universe has its way of teasing us, during the same time Fast Track came up with its new ad campaign with the tag line - 'Move on man...'.<br /><br />Having stalled the decision to float my resume for nearly a month, I finally did.<br />The reason for the procrastination was that I was in a two year bond with Epsilon. But as some of my leads pointed out that breaking a service bond in such knotty situations will be innocuous, I finally managed to garner all my foolish courage to apply.<br /><br />A friend informed me of an opening in his company in the same technology (perl) I was already working on. Gave the interview and after a week I was offered a job at Tejas Networks. Now it required a decision, Tejas or Epsilon. After consulting few of my colleagues and friends I finally chose Tejas. Then began a series of corporate ordeal that almost took the fun out of my life and filled me with so much confidence to take up this evil world, that I had a 15 minutes fight with an auto driver in Kannada and managed to extract 100 bucks out of him for the damage he caused to my Activa.<br /><br />The next day, I told my manager. He outright disapproved my idea of moving on. His blunt act of defense took me by surprise. I walked out saying give me one more day and I will be back with my final decision (which I had already taken). I had to handle the next meeting carefully, at stake was at least 50,000 INR.<br /><br />The next man went to was my boss. I told him of my options and pop came his reply - 'leave'. That was like the last nail on my chances of staying in Epsilon.<br /><br />The Next day. Managers room. Things really went fast. Along went the hope of paying only 50,000 INR. The resignation was accepted at 85,000 INR. I was literally speechless.<br /><br />One week and few beers later, I am hoping I can get back atleast 60,000 INR.<br /><br />And in other news, I had been to mulengiri near chikmagalur. A brisk trek with yak, his bro and subbu. The most refreshing thing since a year.<br />Veena's visit to bangalore and a reunion of sort cause I met Monty after three months.<br /><br />To God: The last time I had a crush I didn't tell her, I had then decided that the next girl I have crush on I am telling her the very next day. But as they say you have the best sense of humor. I shall learn, I shall learn.<br /><br />Hope, things go the way its planned.<br />bbye!!Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36200858.post-90992169667388657252008-03-13T21:57:00.004+05:302008-06-09T19:50:15.570+05:30A little bit of this and a little too much of thatSup Sup!!!, Its been over a month now since i have added some shit to this Internet. Though a bit of history has been troubling my black cells( they have gone rotten), but i would need to do a little more research on that to clear the fog off.<br /><br />But a laaaawwwwwt has happened over this one month.<br />Firstly, India won, ya ahhh i am speaking about the Cricket here and quite deservingly received the grand reception. Symonds who visually lacks a little evolution wise, and our own bhajji spotting that and a bush look alike captain (aka Best batsman) of Australia added so much more to cricket, that watching cricket has never been so much fun. But nothing like a <a href="http://www.triplem.com.au/brisbane/sport/haydenspray.html">'show of confidence before the finals and having to eat those words'</a> defeat of Hayden's team. Thats the kind of finish India deserved. I am happy for India and the likes of bhajji. Its like the australians now know what it is to tease the 'present' India team.<br />Or like i like to say 'Bandar ab jaane Bhajji ka swad'. Dhoni respect.<br /><br />What the hell is happening to 'Love' as i knew it man. Over the last few months that I spent in Bangalore, I started to develop this heavenly picture of Love. This primariily because people all around me were falling in love, finding their 'life partners' and being all mushy and all.<br />Then it hit me, the fruit has the hard seed too. Here's hoping that the rosy picture comes back. And god, dude, what about 'whole universe conspires to get that thing'.<br /><br />Over the last month I have tried to keep my humor up (sadly, my friends dont think so, ahh bandar kya jaane adrak ka swad). Few of the one liners,<br />On <a href="http://mojosday.blogspot.com/">shiiinoy </a>[A Guy who has lived in Dubai] : "Dude are u cut for the dubai kinda life"...<br />On Ds [ Tall, Dark and Handsome guy] : "Am I a racist if I call your Intellectually Strong jokes 'Dark Humor' "....<br />To Su [Most fidgety person i have ever met] : Why will a girl wanna have sex with u, Ans: Cause u vibrate da...lol<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Thats one thing, humor. It helps a person get through any kinda situation. I leart a lot about that from my dear friend <a href="http://anupsusatan.blogspot.com/">Su</a>. But i have realised a bad side effect of this kinda attitude. You also loose out on your emotional priorities. Its now very tough for me to feel bad about anything, that a normal human being should feel bad about. But as they say, u win some u loose some. what to do....?<br /><br />Coming back to life, whats happeneing in the month of may. Eh... hmmm .. ah most of my friends were born in this freakin month. I am not going to pay for most of my meals that i have outside my house this freakin month. Why am i still calling it a freakin month. As my friend <a href="http://cryppled.blogspot.com/">Ds</a> puts it 'The Birthday Present Paradox'. Its the joy in giving presents, but it goes kaput when your iterations runs into a big int variable. Its better i dont explain why this isn't 'economically' a great thing. All i'll say is God, dude, 'Jab bhi lete ho chappad phad ke lete ho' :P. Chill da guys i still ENJOY giving u the gifts. 100 caughs.<br /><br />Finally, why did they arrest a Czechoslovakian who was enjoying himself on a trampolin...<br />Cause the Czech (cheque) bounced.<br /><br />Aaaaarbbbiiiiittttt<br />'Take care' people...Darkness and deephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990353171842980633noreply@blogger.com15