No smoking!! (anything that you were when you made this movie)
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ridiculous with a woman singing in the voice of Adnan Sami and a track called "Ashtray" that surely
will play on your nerves and make you think that you are growing dumber by the second if you
voluntarily went to watch this movie. Ayesha Takia as the wife and secretary is a bit part role that
she does full justice to never mind the tart-ish get-up of the secretary and the Solar panels
on her that she calls Sunglasses. Surely the styling could have been better. Paresh Rawal as an out and out horri-the-fying guy does justice to his persona but if you expect a whole film to be carried
on washboard abs you gotta be kidding me. The story FYI is not even original and is
borrowed from the famed Bengali Writer Sunil Gangopadhyay's short story of the
same name.Thank you Chandrima (hackiechan.blogspot.com/dearpintu.blogspot.com) for that bit of trivia. Stay the hell away from this movie, its a mistake. It hasnt got a
beginning, a middle and an end. It just has John Abraham's deadpan dialogue delivery
and some meaning-less special effects that make you cringe.
When we saw this movie, the entire audience had a dazed look about themselves as if they had
just been dumbed down. Dont let the same happen to you.
The Soothsayer
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I’ve shuffled the pack & I find it hard to choose the card.
Will it be the the King that needs to find a Queen,
Or will it be a number, trying to prove it’s not a “has been”
I guess my expressions usually come this dry,
I have to woo a rainbow that graces this sky.
I am ripped apart in the stormy seas,
Swept by emotions & battered by these
Waves on the rocky shore,
To discover that I had failed to come to the fore.
Every step I tried I slipped & fell,
I screamed with my eyes but she couldn’t tell.
I sent her adoring peeps & glances,
But she was too busy to take chances.
And when I tried to speak my mind,
Someone interrupted me from behind.
So I took the sign as divine intervention,
And slowly crawled away from her attention.
And when I tried the next time,
The stalemate resumed, it was almost a crime.
She will just never know,
I will never be able to show
Her before I go
And I’ll always reach out to her like a barren branch reaches out from the snow.
Only she’ll be too busy
To notice your clumsy stake,
And like you’ve lived she will treat you like a fake,
The trader of feelings & the merchant of emotions,
Nothing more than a lousy salutation.
On the pages of her yearbook
You will be etched like a tender hook.
Cause the mask you’ve worn has come undone,
And the tears roll with the rise of the Sun,
But when it sets your eyes will still be wet,
And you will rest on the site of your own closure,
Where you forced yourself in without any disclosure.
By your side there will be none,
As was your wish when you embarked on this run.
To hood & to shade your reality,
From the prying eyes of this fraternity.
Was it this you really wanted?
To rip out your heart & to be taken for granted.
But that was the consequence,
Of your incorrigible arrogance.
And this stayed with your image,
You forced others into seeing your mirage.
Your shell was such a character, a bohemian joyride,
If only they knew that you were broken in half inside.
What they saw was what you wanted them to see,
They never got a taste of the real me.
This shell has served me amicably,
Only I don’t know how to get out of its predictability.
For this has had the desired effect on the mind,
Only the desire changed that was the predicament.
And when this storm has died down,
I hope to rest with a smile & not a frown.
And when this pretender has finally cleaned up his act,
I hope there is some compassion between the tear & the tact.
Defence against quirk arts.
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I believe finding your hidden talent is important, very important. In a way it completes us. It segregates us while designating our hidden talents as abilities useful not only to the present generation but also to the geneartion we will eventually sow.
Some have to look a little deeper than others to find their fulfilment. Some may be good at public speaking,a trait discovered very early in your schooling life and milked to the fullest by your concerned school in getting you to be a trophy bearer. It is really important to let the school act as the catalyst for the sake of furthering your talents.
Something which will be an immense service to you , only later in life.
Some find their hidden talents manifesting itself in the form of shades- black, blue & some colours about which I have no clue. Again something which is an established part of your extra curricular activities, so look out for that feisty drawing teacher sneaking up behind you only to metamorphose into a pencil wielding lunatic critiquing your work akin to winsome witch. No problems on this one either, you do become popular – and how. School loves you. Art teacher mentors you.Faculty couldn’t give much of a damn about you but still insist on referring to you as a gem.
Writing- a most belligerent artform. Its unique yet understated, serene yet volatile, beautiful yet inciting. You will again face no trouble coming up trumps on this one.
Advantage one – you get a much more hands on experience with the faculty,
Advantage two – intellectual babes dig literary stuff,
Advantage three – You have English as an existing subject.
Now the hard part, the other talents which have no backing- written or verbal. These go unnoticed even when you are endowed with a helping of it which everybody in your vicinity lacks. So these talents tend to manifest themselves as graphiti on bathroom walls and caricature inscribed on school furniture. I still say we need a forum to give a voice to these unheralded “geniuses”. To the “Defence against Quirk Arts”.
So explore, get into a frenzy. Find your hidden talent & share it with this world.
Who knows bathroom graphiti now or modern art worth dabloons later.
The Visionary
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After all isn’t it less work and all about fun,
Will the epitaph read a cheque?
Or will it be your profile that they will check??
How much can Mammon Influence?
Can it take you from the present all the way to the future tense??
The lives cannot really be shaped
Nor be dictated
By the number of Zeroes
But how many of you are at least to your kids – Heroes
Will my father be demeaned because he is a Colonel in the army?
And doesn’t bring home a paycheque that is too bright to even see!!
The thoughts that go in to a living is not just an endeavour
Or even a little hobby taken a bit afar
Your living is your job, your legacy to the next filial,
It should be a commemoration, not just digits followed by so many null,
What you have as a living is nothing but your life,
The culmination of studies and struggles through 15+ years of strife,
It should be befitting you in every single stature,
Not just a weird query going gaga on human nature,
Your living must be a true reminder of every facet that you stand for,
Not something that could have been, just stranded evermore,
The life you own is all about every choice you make,
And every single risk that you take,
If all this can be easily categorized into a series of numbers
Then your life has lost so greatly that you have lost the war itself
And you are sitting, stagnating on the shelf
The living is all about a legacy too,
What passes on when there is nothing left in you,
When 21 grams have left and you are no more
Will they remember what you did or quote a single figure??
All the life stands to a nought when the great equalizer arrives,
All of it strips you down to a your essence and drives
Home the point that life can never be a little game of numbers
But a huge microcosm that remembers the deeds, the shining stars,
Numbers give figures, dead and cosmetic but you can’t buy fame,
It may give you a candle but you still have to light the flame.
The life you live can only be described if ever you try
By the lives you touch and when you go how many will cry
Does a rat-race give you enough freedom to change?
All the things that may be in your range
Will the money that you brag about give you a head start?
If the life you live lies bedraggled in notes and you have lost all heart
Such cosmetic things make you ape life and give you a bad taste
In the mouth thereafter that made you act in haste
The fact is when the dust settles finally,
People will only know if you are a foe or an ally
By the work you made furnish your chrome
And not by the lump sum you brought home
Why was Mother Teresa remembered???????
For the work she did or for the lives that she touched??
Why does everyone quote her on every righteous insight????
Why does the corporate hot-shot get carted by oversight???
It’s all because of the quality they put in and not the quantity of cash,
Because anybody can create a stash
But respect is one matter completely different,
It is not a virtue nor is it God-sent,
It is completely our own creation,
Ones we make between the rising and the setting of the Sun
Because work was always meant to be worship
And life never wanted your faiths to dip
So it gave you a purpose, a heads-up in advance
And made you think over your real stance
That’s what life is called out to
Make your own mark and defend all that is you!
What does a hefty package not buy?
Why do even celebrities feel like they want to cry?
If life imitates fiction then why?
Does all that is real never denied?
What is charity?
A way to make a quick buck or something
That helps your life gets unstuck??
If money made sense and gave everything meaning
Then why cannot the blind see again
The lines that were written never to be mended again???
Every face that was chasing after
Material gains is made to falter
The likes of Gates and Buffet,
Never made such an impression to this day
As they did when they wrote off
What many gave as not even a scoff
Where did the ridicule disappear?
And why doesn’t it ever reappear
In the mist of a haze
Left in the Page 3 daze
That made life come alive
And made the essence of a dream survive
What was it that makes us give?
Full of choices yet they believe
That the truth lies away from all
That is the carrot in for this fall
Still some humans do make a choice
That gets greeted by a hush rather than noise
They strive to find the meaning within
And strive to rectify the given sin
Sampath and Natraj followed their hearts
And hats went off to them from the start
Such noise is unbecoming of those
Who fight for prizes that mediocrity bestows
More are needed to follow suite
Such that the effort will bear fruit
And the lies that transform every decision
Can and will give way to discussion
Because the heart rules the human mind
And goes places that the brain can’t find
So every street that makes a rule
Needs to wake up and stop making a fool
Out of every little haggard that existed
And every little truth that was drifted
To find the gift and use it anew
Even for a cause such that applause it drew!
I would just like to end it with these words
That make me think that life crosses its swords
The truth and the simplicity of all this stands
And as time crosses all these sands
The words that made out of the truth
Finds a broken but faltered tooth
To say the words that had a given touch
And find indeed the real “Sach”
Let’s hope and pray that the life can be
Everything that we can hope to see
So that the make of your world gets shaped
By the power of the decissions you take
And not by how much money that you make.
A Crypto Intro
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Or for that matter anything so complex. I just don’t have a method about things, I don’t even care too much about regularity. Pattern, Schedules, Routine are notably absent from my dictionary. Actually I am irregular even about my irregularities!!!
For example, I actually imagine the travelling salesperson in the travelling salesperson problem to be a girl so while my algorithm may have her ending up in some remote Bosnian Province when she was meant to go to India I actually believe that if she survives the ideal she may actually think about what a nice guy I am!!
And I feel guilty about the fact that the first thing I wish for when I receive for my admit card for some occa is that it ends up in a mutual territory for a lot of girls,
In other words I am wat I am, jazzed up, beaten down, brutalised but still a damn good addition to this menagerie you call planet Earth
For example I actually listen to Reshammiya with my headphones on so that others don’t get to kno wwhat a two faced hypocrite I really am. But I am shameless enough to admit that each music video of his merits a special mention just because of the sheer quality of oomph that he brings in and then quite conspicuously lets go of to the other guy sharing screen space with him!!
Then I actually believe that lovers are the luckiest souls, they find comfort in each other though apparently I have joined the “I hate Lovers” community on every networking site.
I t has a massive advantage, one – it forces the “victim” (girl u scrap or buzz) to believe that you are not interested whereas the reality is quite different indeed.
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