I think Shakira, Beyonce and Katherine Heigl are the world's most beautiful women ! I just can't take my eyes off them whenever I see them on screen. That doesnt mean I check out their videos on youtube etc... naaahhh, am not obsessed but I am totally gaga over these women ! I very rarely wish this but here i am - I wish I could date Shakira ! I think she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life :-)
There you go.... I have lifted a huge weight off my shoulders with this confession. Of course this does not mean that I find my ex-gfs any less beautiful,,,,, they are probably the most beautiful and loving women I have ever met :-) cheers !
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
The Valentine Day Metaphor
A high left elbow, a loose bottom hand grip, the head straight and still - that's another way in which to look at love as per me :-)
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FOLKS ! May love fill your each day with its amazing magic :-)
also
happy cricketing bonanza that awaits us in the world cup.
Have tried to use cricketing lingo to describe love in our time.
God bless and have a beautiful v day for all who have a valentine.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY FOLKS ! May love fill your each day with its amazing magic :-)
also
happy cricketing bonanza that awaits us in the world cup.
Have tried to use cricketing lingo to describe love in our time.
God bless and have a beautiful v day for all who have a valentine.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Shoots spring through ! :-)
saw this line in a forward and just cant seem to get it out of my head :
If you judge people, you have no time to love them !
I have been trying to follow this philosophy for some time now but failing. But I am trying hard to follow this in my personal life atleast. Love for me is defined by Hafiz's poem which I have spoken about earlier -
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth - "you owe me!"
Look what happens with a love like that....
IT LIGHTS UP THE WHOLE SKY
Also never to break 4 things in my life - Trust, Relation, Promise and Heart. Because when they break, they don't make noise but pains a lot ! I don't know if I am even half way close to this goal ! But yeah keeping on thinking about these will surely help in following the same.
he he ! turned out to be quite a strange post ! Blaaa !
If you judge people, you have no time to love them !
I have been trying to follow this philosophy for some time now but failing. But I am trying hard to follow this in my personal life atleast. Love for me is defined by Hafiz's poem which I have spoken about earlier -
Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth - "you owe me!"
Look what happens with a love like that....
IT LIGHTS UP THE WHOLE SKY
Also never to break 4 things in my life - Trust, Relation, Promise and Heart. Because when they break, they don't make noise but pains a lot ! I don't know if I am even half way close to this goal ! But yeah keeping on thinking about these will surely help in following the same.
he he ! turned out to be quite a strange post ! Blaaa !
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
'Pricks' from a Porcupine Tree
As the cheerless towns pass my window
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue
And says
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us Lazarus
It's time for you to go"
I can see a washed out moon through the fog
And then a voice inside my head breaks the analogue
And says
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
I survived against the will of my twisted folk
But in the deafness of my world the silence broke
And said
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul"
"My David don't you worry
This cold world is not for you
So rest your head upon me
I have strength to carry you"
"Follow me down to the valley below
You know
Moonlight is bleeding from out of your soul
Come to us Lazarus
It's time for you to go"
Sunday, December 26, 2010
A Call to myself !!
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here
- Roger Waters and David Gilmour ( Pink Floyd )
This is a shout out, a call to myself. As usual Pink Floyd is responsible !
And now that I have put it up , I wish you were here.... my question mark ??
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here
- Roger Waters and David Gilmour ( Pink Floyd )
This is a shout out, a call to myself. As usual Pink Floyd is responsible !
And now that I have put it up , I wish you were here.... my question mark ??
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Implosion everyday
For all the positivism surrounding the festivals of India, there is some unfathomable negative hysteria too when it comes to certain festivals among them. Primary in that is Ganesh Chaturthi. Suketu Mehta in his epic Maximum City describes the maddening crowds that line up the Mumbai streets when the Ganesha idol immersion processions are held. He describes the communal tensions that seep through and over these processions when they pass through sensitive areas of the city. There is a deep underlying unrest that is brewing inside these so called ‘celebrations’.
Ganesh Chaturthi festival is celebrated across the country with various pandals erected with Ganesha idols. Each locality will form groups and will have a pandal in that locality. People flock to these pandals to catch a glimpse of the idols and pray to the Elephant God. But I have found this to be a very nauseous affair from childhood. Always wonder how the clay idol, erected in the nearest plot of the locality with Bollywood music blaring through the speakers, can be seen as a place where God is supposed to reside. The idea of divinity just does not fit in there. Most of these pandals play Hindi film music except during the Aarti. That in itself is a spoiler for me. Is this an occasion to play DJ to the locality? Devotional music is not the criteria for divinity, but then its far better an option than blaring “Munni” songs !!! The ambience is an integral part of the concentration that is built up while we pray.
The processions are marked by drunk men dancing an ugly dance around the idol. What is worse is the equally joyful participation of young boys whose age ranges from 5-14 years. These boys also emulate their elders who are doing the ugly gyrations and in turn make ugly frowns and display even more uglier expressions akin to some item girl number. The music is of bad quality, loud and utterly disturbing. It disturbs each and every area’s peace while it snakes it way to the designated immersion lake. Not even a thought is spared by those Hindu fanatics, for the patients lying in the hospitals lining the streets. Even yesterday I found a huge procession standing in front of the Hosmat Hospital gate and playing loud noisy songs. Is it an act of God? This? Shameful !
The Hindu-brotherhood calls that are on show during the fund-raising for the festival pandal, is very similar to the politicians who come asking for votes during elections. The very humble neighbor suddenly espouses the Hindu propaganda, the ‘we-have-to-preserve-indian-culture’ jingoism and various others pseudo causes. It amazes me how people suddenly change into a different personality and lose all logic and sense of civility while taking part in this group activity. It being a group phenomenon is the only reason that the devil inside of each men, justifies each act of violence and incivility.
The motives can be various, behind this phenomenon of erecting pandals during the festival. Some say it’s a way of generating easy money for the organizers. Some say it’s a way of bringing together the community or the locality. Some say it’s a way of breaking the monotony of our daily grind and involving in some charity activity. All can be true. But please do not expect me to believe that this is a spiritual activity. To me it is not. There is no devotion in this.
Devotion is in the eyes of the lady who goes to the market and searches for her Ganesha idol, brings it home with care, places it in her house’s puja room and lovingly decorates the idol with flowers, vermillion and other things used in hindu ceremonies. Devotion is in the hearts of the householders who, for those few days, wake up early and finish their morning ablutions, gather in the puja room with the family members to offer prayers and offerings to the lord. Devotion is in the laughter and goodwill that pervades through the house those few days. Devotion is in the simple yet tasty food that is prepared for the lord and the family and the neighbors. Devotion is in the visitors who come to pray to the idol and indulge in community chatter extolling the virtues of the festival. Devotion is in the slow care with which the idol is removed from the house and taken in the house-vehicle to the nearest lake for immersion.
Devotion is in the quiet that returns to the house soon after the immersion ceremony when the members of the family sit and reflect on the divinity that surrounded their humble abode for those few days and Devotion is in the moist eyes of the lady when she looks at the Puja room and misses her cute little elephant god !
Ganesh Chaturthi festival is celebrated across the country with various pandals erected with Ganesha idols. Each locality will form groups and will have a pandal in that locality. People flock to these pandals to catch a glimpse of the idols and pray to the Elephant God. But I have found this to be a very nauseous affair from childhood. Always wonder how the clay idol, erected in the nearest plot of the locality with Bollywood music blaring through the speakers, can be seen as a place where God is supposed to reside. The idea of divinity just does not fit in there. Most of these pandals play Hindi film music except during the Aarti. That in itself is a spoiler for me. Is this an occasion to play DJ to the locality? Devotional music is not the criteria for divinity, but then its far better an option than blaring “Munni” songs !!! The ambience is an integral part of the concentration that is built up while we pray.
The processions are marked by drunk men dancing an ugly dance around the idol. What is worse is the equally joyful participation of young boys whose age ranges from 5-14 years. These boys also emulate their elders who are doing the ugly gyrations and in turn make ugly frowns and display even more uglier expressions akin to some item girl number. The music is of bad quality, loud and utterly disturbing. It disturbs each and every area’s peace while it snakes it way to the designated immersion lake. Not even a thought is spared by those Hindu fanatics, for the patients lying in the hospitals lining the streets. Even yesterday I found a huge procession standing in front of the Hosmat Hospital gate and playing loud noisy songs. Is it an act of God? This? Shameful !
The Hindu-brotherhood calls that are on show during the fund-raising for the festival pandal, is very similar to the politicians who come asking for votes during elections. The very humble neighbor suddenly espouses the Hindu propaganda, the ‘we-have-to-preserve-indian-culture’ jingoism and various others pseudo causes. It amazes me how people suddenly change into a different personality and lose all logic and sense of civility while taking part in this group activity. It being a group phenomenon is the only reason that the devil inside of each men, justifies each act of violence and incivility.
The motives can be various, behind this phenomenon of erecting pandals during the festival. Some say it’s a way of generating easy money for the organizers. Some say it’s a way of bringing together the community or the locality. Some say it’s a way of breaking the monotony of our daily grind and involving in some charity activity. All can be true. But please do not expect me to believe that this is a spiritual activity. To me it is not. There is no devotion in this.
Devotion is in the eyes of the lady who goes to the market and searches for her Ganesha idol, brings it home with care, places it in her house’s puja room and lovingly decorates the idol with flowers, vermillion and other things used in hindu ceremonies. Devotion is in the hearts of the householders who, for those few days, wake up early and finish their morning ablutions, gather in the puja room with the family members to offer prayers and offerings to the lord. Devotion is in the laughter and goodwill that pervades through the house those few days. Devotion is in the simple yet tasty food that is prepared for the lord and the family and the neighbors. Devotion is in the visitors who come to pray to the idol and indulge in community chatter extolling the virtues of the festival. Devotion is in the slow care with which the idol is removed from the house and taken in the house-vehicle to the nearest lake for immersion.
Devotion is in the quiet that returns to the house soon after the immersion ceremony when the members of the family sit and reflect on the divinity that surrounded their humble abode for those few days and Devotion is in the moist eyes of the lady when she looks at the Puja room and misses her cute little elephant god !
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Rant
“Now, that is a smart move by Harper Collins”, I remarked. It definitely did catch my attention, the fact that the publishers/PR agency of the author had distributed the extract along with the newspapers.
A booklet slid out from one of the pages of the Newspaper the other morning and picking it up I thought it was a book about some locality in Calcutta. Saraswati Park it said. Mind went back to Anandnagar from the City of Joy, Dominique Lapierre 1985 epic novel about Calcutta and its economically backward section of the society. Anyways, turned out it was a booklet that had an extract from the new novel by Anjali Joseph called Saraswati Park and no, this was not about Calcutta but it was about Mumbai. A book with that kind of a boring, ‘down-market’, ‘un-intellectual and cryptic’ title – would have definitely escaped the attention of any random book buyer at the Crosswords and Landmarks of our country. But with this act of distributing the extract along with the newspapers, it was made as a book that would have a recall whenever one of the subscribers walked in to a book shop. Even better, some would have liked the extract and would have ended up buying the book.
That brings me to the woeful feeling I get whenever I have to step into a Crossword or a Landmark on a Saturday or a Sunday. The crowds in these book shops are actually a joke if you ask me. A closer look at the buying behavior of these bums will tell you that they are not there to buy any book but just to browse through the store. Most of them enter just to convince themselves that they too are intelligent people who read. They invariably would go around the store, look at some books, read the cover, place the book back and then continue meting out the same treatement to a dozen books. Then they walk up to the magazine rack and pick up an ‘Outlook’ or a ‘Business Today’ and make their way out of the shop. What a waste ! These folks are just people who are in the mall to roam around and hang out. But they feel its their duty to pay a visit to the book shop and invariably the book shop on a Sunday is full of such floaters. That is one of the reasons that I do not like going to buy books on these days. I prefer weekdays. That way you will have some quiet time to browse through the selection of books and maybe even end up looking at a fresh stock of books since the shop would have refreshed their stock after the weekend bonanza sale.
I know this because I go to the mall to catch a movie and my friends then make their way into the book shop in the mall. As if they have some title to pick up from the shop. But in most cases they either end up with nothing in their hands or a magazine like I described above. This quite funnily works in a different way too, since when these people see a crowd inside the book shop, they too end up visiting the store as they too want to be among the intelligentsia and not the ‘roam-around-the-mall’ crowd, so frequent on Sundays and Saturday evenings. The people who I used to meet in the store on Sundays were so poor in the knowledge of the books and authors, that I used to feel a bit let down. What with once a guy describing Chetan Bhagat as a Pulitzer Prize winner ! (with all due respect to his style). All this has built a firm repulsion towards visiting or even being 100 mtr. near to a bookshop on a weekend.
It's maybe hypocritical !
A booklet slid out from one of the pages of the Newspaper the other morning and picking it up I thought it was a book about some locality in Calcutta. Saraswati Park it said. Mind went back to Anandnagar from the City of Joy, Dominique Lapierre 1985 epic novel about Calcutta and its economically backward section of the society. Anyways, turned out it was a booklet that had an extract from the new novel by Anjali Joseph called Saraswati Park and no, this was not about Calcutta but it was about Mumbai. A book with that kind of a boring, ‘down-market’, ‘un-intellectual and cryptic’ title – would have definitely escaped the attention of any random book buyer at the Crosswords and Landmarks of our country. But with this act of distributing the extract along with the newspapers, it was made as a book that would have a recall whenever one of the subscribers walked in to a book shop. Even better, some would have liked the extract and would have ended up buying the book.
That brings me to the woeful feeling I get whenever I have to step into a Crossword or a Landmark on a Saturday or a Sunday. The crowds in these book shops are actually a joke if you ask me. A closer look at the buying behavior of these bums will tell you that they are not there to buy any book but just to browse through the store. Most of them enter just to convince themselves that they too are intelligent people who read. They invariably would go around the store, look at some books, read the cover, place the book back and then continue meting out the same treatement to a dozen books. Then they walk up to the magazine rack and pick up an ‘Outlook’ or a ‘Business Today’ and make their way out of the shop. What a waste ! These folks are just people who are in the mall to roam around and hang out. But they feel its their duty to pay a visit to the book shop and invariably the book shop on a Sunday is full of such floaters. That is one of the reasons that I do not like going to buy books on these days. I prefer weekdays. That way you will have some quiet time to browse through the selection of books and maybe even end up looking at a fresh stock of books since the shop would have refreshed their stock after the weekend bonanza sale.
I know this because I go to the mall to catch a movie and my friends then make their way into the book shop in the mall. As if they have some title to pick up from the shop. But in most cases they either end up with nothing in their hands or a magazine like I described above. This quite funnily works in a different way too, since when these people see a crowd inside the book shop, they too end up visiting the store as they too want to be among the intelligentsia and not the ‘roam-around-the-mall’ crowd, so frequent on Sundays and Saturday evenings. The people who I used to meet in the store on Sundays were so poor in the knowledge of the books and authors, that I used to feel a bit let down. What with once a guy describing Chetan Bhagat as a Pulitzer Prize winner ! (with all due respect to his style). All this has built a firm repulsion towards visiting or even being 100 mtr. near to a bookshop on a weekend.
It's maybe hypocritical !
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