Sunday, December 1, 2013

The rug that tied the room together












Image source : http://derekwinnert.com

I would say it as casually as it gets. The big Lebowski is one movie, one thing, well a movie Of course, but there is something about this movie.. well, it's a movie that just fits into you.. If you are, the person of that heart. You may say, "Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion, man", and I have came across as an opinionated person at times, very "undude" of me, but this Lebowski fella, the dude, he is something to have an opinion about.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Sachin's Farewell, My speech.

Nation took a breather, when endless Modi-Rahul saga came to halt. It takes something really huge to stop this never ending debate, at times as much as a cyclone. And today it was Sachin.
(Cyclone,Mars Mission,Sachin- who have stopped this namo/raga in recent times )

 There is no other news today. Sachin has retired, and that is all that we can handle in one day. How badly I wanted him to join Rahul and Saurav, standing near boundary. That sight could have save my bleeding heart. How I always thought that they three look best together. Just as much as I always  loved a combo comic of Naagraj, Super Commondo Dhruv and Paramanu. That didn't occure. Alas!
His speech made a history with every passing word, and no wonder we wanted to hear more. We wanted to hear all about him.All that has been covered in so many sports shows and matches, and even more. What was he like in his previous life?
 I will seek Aranb today. he always knows, what we want to know.


How badly I wanted to give even a bigger speech, and let him know, how many sacrifices I have made "outside" those twenty two yards, in last 24 years. How nothing could ever come in between me and his cricket for all these years. How my brother, just like me, sacrificed his career for "His" game. How bloodthirsty we used to become, while playing on our terrace with eight rupee plastic ball, just to be Sachin. We all wanted to have our name Sachin while holding bat, and at times (though rarely) we had to play Sachin Vs Sachin. Though it was too ludicrous to do so frequently, and often we had to settle with Sachin VS Mark Waugh matches instead. We would never play Sachin Vs Saurav, as this could amount to treason.
I wanted to mention (in my speech) my parents and uncles/ aunts of neighbourhood as well. How my mother lost her sleeps, due to never stopping cricket fights. How my father lost all his temper, and himself batted upon us, just to bring us back to our sinking studies. How all uncles around similarly acted and punished their wards quite often, and shaping them in some finest engineers today. Above all how this unified the neighbourhood, with crying boys and  angry fathers, wooden hand painted MRF bats, and plastic balls in sewers.

But I will have to control myself. May be some other day I will give my speech. Today, its about Sachin only, and nothing can take focus away from our dear legend. Not me, not my important speech and, in no way, any stupid politics.


Cold Hearted

Stars are there, but not as many that I can't count. Mist is rising from cold hearted ground, and making yellow street lamps suspiciously smoking. Few dogs are keeping a watch, breaking the silences just enough to remind that they are my companion in a sleepless night. It's getting cold. Enough to pain my toes. Not enough, to numb them mercifully.


My cup of tea is warm like a childhood friend but gradually losing its warmth, like one would lose his patience in a silence like this.This morning had been a usual one, except that I was little late for work.Something had hit the auto when I was busy with my cell phone. A visibly angry man came out from his car and started showing off his skills with profanity. I saw my watch, I was getting late. Police man came by as it was hindering the traffic. With  efficiency of a private banker, he slapped twice the auto driver without delay, and asked him to clear the place. The angry man was still angry over his financial losses. Auto driver took the slaps in a motion as if they never occurred and stuck to his line, blaming the Angry man for the episode. Angry man slapped him again, and police man asked him to let it go. Some more profanity surfaced, referring to few mothers and sisters. I looked around for another auto. I was getting late.The episode ended with some more profanity, and auto driver resumed our journey. I caught his eyes, found them with little more water than twenty minutes ago, when I first saw him.

During lunch, I saw the message from the girl, I was dating from last month. She was getting married, and so conversations were concluding in nature from past three days.I replied, as appropriate. As I finished lunch, I lit a smoke when a colleague joined me. We discussed the upcoming presentation and profanity.For most he spoke. I responded verbally and nonverbally. Adequately.
As I was finishing for the evening, Boss came by. He looked happy with work (my?). I too reflected the same, and took leave.
Routine  Evening Activities.
Tea, Shower, Food, News, Business News, SMS/Phone in between.

Now I am here.On this terrace. Feeling cold for lack of better things to do, before it becomes appropriate to sleep.
But this one thing I do feel.
I feel cold, with a warm tea.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

children's day special

"Happy children's day, " I said to that irritating Monu, and offered him a cadbury. He took one, then he snatched the other. Without much thanks. I hated his guts.
Aavi came by, his elder cousin sister. She is in college, and she is pretty. One reason why I talk to this pain in grass Monu. I smiled at Aavi, and she returned it. I wished her Children's day playfully, and she asked me for chocolate. I hated Monu again."You snatched that one, you little weasel," I thought. 
I used some cool college words and phrases, that I had learnt 5 years back, and made an "unbreakable vow" to "treat" her at some other time. Aavi gave me a kittenish look, followed by a giggling laughter. I was satisfied by pleasing her with my theatrics. Monu was doing round and round with his football, with a strange hostile look, that he kept reserved for me.I couldn't care less.
Mini came out. She is elder to Aavi. Her parents chose to name her Mini, because they thought she was the only they would have. Mini is pretty, just like her sister and unlike her cousin brother. She is second reason why I talk to this chimp Monu. She is serene, graceful for her age and place, and all with a precious smile.She is out of college and these days home. Monu made some drama and called Aavi, leaving Mini and I alone. She had a book in hand, same that she had two days back, same which I had googled two days back, and read reviews and premises.We discussed a bit, and it went well. She seemed impressed; I was happy. I told her I would love to read it again (since I hadn't read it ever). She said, "Letmee finiish yar,"with a big smile. 
Twice happy, I moved out of compound, straight to the tea-smoke shop. Mission accomplished. 
Thanking the world for this children's day, I called up "chotu" for a chai and a goldfleck.

Vikram, Betaal and The Immunity Problem

As a routine exercise, Vikram got Betaal, the Dracula dude, hanging upside down from a tree doing his abs and said, "Okay bro, let's go."

Few days back, when it all started, Betaal was rather annoyed. Out of green this Vikram bloke had appeared, and tried to arrest him without any warrant. Betaal, the old potato, had never seen this kind nonsense since the end of emergency, but he had seen The Ghost Rider. He struck a deal with Vikram.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Mission Mars and Irritated Tiwari Ji


News came out of Indian mars mission, and Tiwari ji came out fuming like a dhoopbatti.
Couple of months back, Tiwari ji (among 78000 others) had opted for a scheme initiated by a Dutch based organisation , asking for volunteers who would like to leave mother earth to have a flat on father Mars. “A full new planet”, he had exclaimed with his sparkling eyes jumping out of his old pair of glasses. As he stood proud next to his small garden that he had cleverly crafted out from the invisible yet legal roadway, Tiwari Ji couldn't be happier to have a planet to capture.
But his happiness had come to an end, with a smug little satellite on its way to great Mars.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Rainy reminder..



It poured instead of raining, and traffic responded by standing still in Noida sector 60 making all the office- released hasty and horn-honking. Every shop and compound became shelters, and got crowded enough to hide their purpose. Smokers started smoking to bid the time rather romantically watching the rain and few hung up to their phones.Checking mails and checking time.


One guy, whose name could have been anything, stood there neck deep in thoughts, and head deep in the rain-less cloud of smoke rising from his mouth. He could be seen as seeing everything around, but with a lost sense of flicking the ash and slow exhales of smoke, he wasn't actually seeing anything. His mind was full of thoughts, too many to think one through. As if he wasn't thinking anything either.As if he wasn't there or anywhere precisely. He was just somewhere, some gloomy place that has kept him at an average low point of feeling.This was just as vague as a cold sense of strangeness that he and his wife shared from quite sometime, seldom resulting in an argument, but often in prolong silences. After seven years this was perhaps usual,he thought. Love marriage sucks, was another.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Capt Phillips: one among many untold stories..

Till now I was convinced that merchant mariners of cargo ships are invisible people.In a world where movies cover professions from media to Intelligence, time travellers to space travellers, writers to painters, engineers to doctors, ninja warriors to modern soldiers, stock traders to serial killers, add man to mad man, ghosts to wizards, perhaps all possible streams of life, one wing that remained nonexistent was of merchant mariners in cargo ships. These people cover the largest part of sea going trade and vessels,  and are largest part of seafarers in a group which also includes warships, fishermen, support vessels, and luxury liners. Somehow the majority is out of picture. They are perhaps the common man of high seas. 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Allahabad airport

The quietness of Air Force cantonment is superimposing on the part-commercial part-defense airport in Allahabad. The vastness of the protected defense area makes the airport appear smaller than it actually is, which actually is very small. As you get over with the Air Force effect, the airport starts appearing more and more homely with every passing minute.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

one long time back

What do you do
When the day comes,
And you come to know
All the act, that you did for long.

It's better to know,
That you do care,
And  you do love
The One, who forgot
You a long back,
Like those waves
Hitting the shore,
For no reason;
But to make you fall,
But to make you feel
All that you know, 
And all that 
You feel 
And all that
You felt ...

One long time back.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

They think you are that stupid!!

During the passage of life you come across many who are completely convinced of you being an idiot. Now for most cases they are right, and so are you. But there has to be a limit of this assumption. One can't just think of other being "that" stupid, especially when one doesnt know any of the "alleged" stupids personally !
It's time we name them.
Here is my list of people who are convinced of us being the dumbest  ass around. They think we are "thaaaat" stupid!!

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

These talented kids !!

I hate kids showing off their talents, to put it bluntly. The other day a kid was just on and on, rambling all the geography that I don't know. How irritated was I with  all this shameless act of superiority. But is that enough for kids ? No !!
What about those guys cooking all the world, in that funny cooking show . God be damned , all I can cook is a bloody Maggie!! Then those idiots , dancing with all expressions and steps! Leave me alone, will you ! Do you know how much I have to drink before I can do a simple balle balle of Bhangra? 
And you , the little brats, singing on top of your voices! You are killing me , with all this talent and lack of mine. What the hell was I doing at that age? The biggest hurdle that I attempted to overcome was not to spill food on shirt, and not to appear in underwear when guests were dropping by! 
And even now , with this silly, useless blog, and an even more silly profession, I must confess, all this show off is ripping my soul, and my hair.
I am stuck in a world, where I can keep taking inspiration from all around. This is sickening! 
I need a show , where people of all ages can come and demonstrate just how stupid they are. I want to see a show intended to maximise the potential of one in having no talent whatsoever. Where a participant can come and show just how pathetic he can sing, and dance. He should demonstrate it by keeping silent and standing still. The lowest of the bench mark needs to be set for people like me to take a sigh of relief. 
Till that time , I hate you all, you super talented kids. One day I will be Spider Man, and guess whose ass is that I am not saving! 
What ? Super man was like super man even as a kid ?? Kill me!!!!


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Torn up and thrown away !!

I could not enjoy more than what I did , with the famous intervention of The congress Cesar Rahul with respect to the ordinance on representation act. Now those who were observing this from start are well aware how BJP took an about turn , keeping in mind the popular sentiment. Double speak ? Of course , but the little subtle. Even can be seen as political mastery, if you consider that they assured congress to bring it on  and dumped them when the time came. Kind of waiting till you take your clothes off, and then telling - sorry boss, no sex today , but I will click a pic and post on Facebook!!
But Rahul was different.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Convicted MP - Convicted public

An ordinance was braught in to avoid immediate sacking of any MP/MLA convicted of any serious crime and sentenced for more than two years . Now I agree with the move . It's simple survival instinct and what good a country is, if leaders don't know how to survive!
Stop crying . It's a dog eat mouse world and save your lofty sense of betrayals, you got a girlfriend for that . ( or boy friend )
Sadly though, such MPs won't be able to draw their salaries! That's a bummer. Who would want to work for free , leave alone being a member of parliament . It's a hard work. Sitting there on those old wooden things , with headphones supported by one hand or at times hanging like a beard making you  weird, listening to things that you don't get, and fighting for an ounce of silence: all that for no salary!! That  amounts to extortion , suppression , depression or any other sort of -" ession" that one can think of!!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Memories.. ( short story)

There are these things, "Memories".
They are one surreal concept. Existing by their end , by their previous existence.
They are there because they are not there anymore . Keeping a part of Life ,breathing in breaths of someone.Living in ones life....Like a parasite.

 Kali walked , in oblivion to her pathetic life, around the dusty market of kamala chauk.  Every day.Every night.One could see her almost any time, if one wanted to. Small kids of the local had their story. They were convinced of her being a dark witch and would stop making noise, if their mothers threatened them with her name. She got her name by her sun burnt , muddy, dusty, and dirty dark skin. With her age touching half way to death , no one had a time to look at her carefully and see, a beauty corrupted by sun, dust , time, and memories.

Yes,memories.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Youth demands!!

A was obsessed with youth icons. Now I am not one of those who take "obsessed" word lightly. I don't mean to say that A was fond of youngsters, or was slightly likely to choose a young person for any job.He was simply obsessed with it! A had these statistics ready for reference - How many millions are between 20 to 25 , how many working professionals between 23 to 27 and so on.
A wanted india by the youth and for the youth. He used everyouth face pack and hoped that he would always be young and relevant in society, unlike those oldies,who were no good!!
But apparently, oldies were holding back the young Turks .They were not simply promoting turks to become their boss! They should !! Why not?? Isn't the younger, the better?

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Prime minister-Demo and Aandhi

The race is on.It's either Demo or Aandhi . They  are running for the top job of the country that I live in. Demo has been running long before he was spotted. He came running from his home to the track, where the race actually started! Aandhi is not running even now but he is walking on the track, some times even backwards. But he is part of race since he is on the track and, instead of not running , he is perceived, as running slow. At times when he is standing, people of means say that he is running with a decent speed of zero.

Demo has been demonised over the decade, as some say . Some say he was just an honest ticket holding passenger of a train. When train ran over some puppy at some point, he was sleeping on upper berth. He feels sad though .But people are not letting go!

Monday, August 19, 2013

Prime time news debate.

I was furious. My head was full of sounds. My room was full of sounds. My stomach was full of sounds. And every sound was being echoed in the tv anchor 's sky rocketing voice - Country needs an answer.
"It does", I thought.
I did not know that before but now I knew.
Like an opera singer , he kept touching higher notes and I kept getting boiled up. My teary eyes could see his, through the pair of glasses that he wore ( often rumoured that he is x man and if he removes his glasses, you will be burnt to death)
He shouted like an army trainer, like a college senior perhaps. He asked relentlessly , furiously. 
Panelist tried to give what they thought was the answer, but anchor was even more furious after every attempt.
Stupid fellows, that they are.
Some tried to look here and there.They wanted to copy the answer, I thought.