Then...

Eternal Boredom and Frustration seems to be engulfing. The year has been really tough and the start of the new one is now gonna be peppered with another undertaking I don't wanna be part of, but will end up being. It seems like the heaven is showering more disconcerting events than raindrops these days. All my plans of what to do with the break after work have gone for a toss. If I'd known this was in store for me, I'd have continued working till the last day before I left. I have lost all interest in my future plans courtesy this short time with scores of fuck ups. I am not excited, rather am more disillusioned with each passing second. All fronts are fraught with disaster. I don't know what to say or do. I have left it all to chance. Sick of all the attached strings, the bones in the kebabs and the peanuts in this chocolate. If this is gonna be the story of life then...........

Maintaining Balance

Not flustered by challenges, I continue to fire in the direction I find the easiest. Am not the sort of person who would hone my skills and practice my aim. I would rather shift the targets, or better still redefine them as per my convenience. The sort of person who aligns the needs of the world to meet his own rather than believe in the crap we are fed about understanding other issues and adjusting yourself according to them. Its just a simple concept of changing the constants. The world will move neither forward nor back, it will continue to spin around its axis , so why bother to go with the flow when the flow will take you anyway. So float, fool , lie , deceive, do whatever you can and have to, to keep your sanity. People will believe anything said with confidence. Its just a matter of who can buy his/her time in the chill-zone the longest. All that the last man standing ever achieves is the distinction of being buried when none of his colleagues are fit to watch. But he does crumble. Its not the act of committing the crime which is a crime, its the guilt. For , if it wasn't for guilt and associated societal emotions, nothing can be classified as crime. All that crime really is, is basically rearranging. Like somehow the world felt like trying out a new look, and the thugs were given the task of shifting certain commodities and eliminating some. Maybe, that's why we often see the biggest thugs living long fruitful lives, since they are not criminals according to nature , in the first place. They were just helping out and serving a purpose.

InterToilet Tadpole

I leap, I soar! I can fly, I can swim! But the air is stinky and I run the risk of being caught in a whirlpool every-time I land. Yet I try, my fate I can't seem to accept! I will be a frog and not a bird. Its the warts I have and not the wings. My legs are long but I'm no supermodel. Anywhere they'll ever get will be in a soup. Yes I am a delicacy in South East Asia!

7th Year Itch

Been an eventful week. Just finished my last working day with Infy. After 6 years , its funny that I don't feel anything. I don't have love, neither hate. I am ok about it, probably since I served out my entire notice period, the excitement was lacking. But its a closed chapter now, and I look forward to other adventures from hereon.
Have just attended another wedding, a south Indian one, which is such a stark contrast from our North Indian fares. It seemed as quiet as a book signing function or something. But, twas alright. Some people are getting married and some people are being made to look like Cats out of the Bag in-spite of being named Tiger. I like the word transgressions though. A mess up, or affair sounds so demeaning. Transgression is more like a minor detour, nothing to worry about sorta term. Poor Guy's wife isn't buying it though. Seems he'd have to give up Golf to make his marriage work
Anyway after that transgression, lets focus the attention back to moi. Don't know what to do with all this time. Suddenly after 6 yrs of being subjected to daily demands, I have nothing to do. Its good and I did need this, and I hope I have a good time during this phase.

Czech Wonder

Staring in awe at your awesomicity

You are perfectly toned and limitless, My vertical infinity

Your description exhausts words beyond a point

Pardon Me if I invent some of my own,

Gorgeousness and Gorgeousity being cases in point

You give me a high like no spirit can

I can lay without cigarettes

Even after Cupid kicks the can

Feathery touches and silken caresses titillate to such an extent

Thank god for undergarments, else my shorts’d resemble a tent

At once classical, at once Bohemian

My little Czech Wonder, with features Indian

Your latest hairdo or clips I may not be able to tell

But you know my love for thee, it continues to swell

Our choices may differ about varieties of food

Thank god for Italian, it gets us both in the mood

The numerous Chardonnays and its after effects

You are cuter than ever with your little tantrum acts

The whole of Europe I may roam

What I really want is , My little Czech Wonder

In the comfort of my home

Naarth!

Dead tired but remarkably refreshed
Back from the land where battles ruled the roost
Where the people are gaudy
And the condoms are called Mens Boost

Also paid a visit to the planned Union Territory
My ears are still ringing
Courtesy the noise of Bhangra Frenzy

The only saving grace being the capital of nation
Twas a place I never yet liked
But adore now, for many an apparent reason
Never imagined it was this gorgeous before
Big Chill, Turtle, Flavors, yeh Dil Maange More

Kurbaan

This supposedly sensitive cinema dealing with the after effects of 9/11 is getting a bit too annoying with one in every 3 movies depicting how America has ruined the paths of many a youth. If New York was daft, this is even dafter. I guess Fanaa is the only movie which was worse than this. To deviate from the topic, Aamir has made such irritating movies over the last few years that his thinking actor tag is just nauseating. Raja Hindustani, Fanaa, Ghajini, Mann, Mela, etc being points in this case. Even the promos of 3 idiots have him showing more expressions than Jim Carrey did with the special effects in Mask.
Coming back to Kurbaan : Supposed Spoiler Alert (although trust me, it can't be spoilt further) :
So Saif wants to get into America via a legal channel. So he comes to India from Afghanistan, changes his name from Khalid to Ehsaan, makes Kareens (named Avantika) fall in love with him coz she has a green card. Firstly, why call urself Ehsaan ? Giving himself a Hindu name would've made things simpler and spared us that dumb scene of Kareena's father showing his displeasure and helplessness about the situation. Then there is Vivek Oberoi, who tries to sound like Salman Khan. He does even worse American Accent than Sallu Bhai does. Maybe Abhishek will be the best at it.
Despite all these daft bits in the storyline, it still turned out to be watchable for a while since they kept the tension going. But then the climax, again was such a drag. With everyone "ham"ming , Kareena decided that pork is the flavor of the season and her cries of sorrow sounded like oinks of some emotion only swines understand. Her next movie might be Salami Ishq or Ham Tum or an Ashutosh Gowariker Film called Sau Sage, a periodical in which Saif plays 100 roles, each of a sage from a different era and different part of the country and Kareena manages to break only some of their Tapasyas (to give it the realistic edge) and keeps trying until one fateful day when the seductive oinks stop weaving their magic and age catches up.
Of the performances, Saif gives deadpan expressions, Vivek makes faces that would defy all coefficients of elasticity, Kareena packs in a neat backless song, which is the only gratifying aspect of her performance. Kiron Kher does a career defining move. After ages of playing a Punjabi Mother, whe plays an Afghani Mother in this movie. She tries to talk like a Pathan and u can't help but chuckle even when she utters serious lines. Om Puri looks like he's been closing his eyes and eating with a fork. I think the filmmakers mistook pockmarked for battle scarred. So thats what this is. Its also a CMM level 5 movie. Saif keeps all documentations including maps and details of his plans in drawers of his study so that the auditors can't complain I suppose. The FBI is made to look like jokers. U would be tempted to call them Foolish Boneheads of Investigation after looking at their work in this movie. Anyways niff said, I spent 200 bucks for the ticket, I guess it would've been better watching Ajab Prem again.