Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sylehti times with Maa and Baba

Sitting in a hair salon could be as terrifying and grandiose. It can be equally painful as I find my beloved mom testing my patience. It needs to go in my hall of fame, mom. I love my mom. She is my best friend. But sorry mom, waiting for u in the reception alley is tougher than batting for my college team.

This last weekend of the month of August 2009 was made special by by home-cooked Elish maach. Together we hopped to Madiwala market since most of the days I am stuck with ma routine work in office. So as baba kept on saying "ki bhalo syad syad"..I had to take maa for shopping.Also, Durga pooja is coming, and for we Bengalis, it is the much awaited major attraction of the after purchasing stuffs for maa, baba, it seem obvious that I eat like a badhyo chele n sleep like a shubdho balak on a saturday night.

This morning, I called up Shruti and inquired about Benarashi silk shops in Bangalore and then went to purchase couple of sarees for Maa from Angadi Silks. It was worth checking out. Thanks a lot Shruti for helping this stranger out in the city.

In the evening,I am sitting here getting maa a facial pack. It seems great for here is a lady who toiled endlessly in her life for/her kids..and to give back to her means so much.God I love ma mom and thanks to Nokia E 63 for putting my thoughts in.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Pain of a Cellphone

I have been lying in the bed for the past two days. But,it seems that it has been eternal. My cellphone has been a source of companion to me. It keeps me regularly updated me with my Facebook, Orkut and all my friends.Sometime, it is nice to be pampered and especially when your parents are at your side, I do not mind at all. I always enjoyed female company and attention; it makes me feel special. She has been to Oman for sometime now, and though there is not even a single dictum of connection between us, I wish she understood and come back.

The clock ticks 12 of the noon. It is generally when she is online, and I used to wait for her to login and ping. As a general tendency of a Capricorn guy, I used to wait for her to ping me instantly. I was in office, but then taking time out for her was something that I loved. Each and every instant,every bit of smile, her talks, her actions and so on was funny, but yet it had so much of love in it.

The deep passion with which they embraced each other was something that we shielded away from the internet zone and broke the tidings. Compassionate phone calls and messages at night made each of their heart beats faster. There was an attempt from each of us to get more closer than it seems. And, now there is a void.

Questions keep on trickling on my mind- what happen? is she fine? has her parents found about me? Random messages that used to flash in his screen were missing. It begin to hurt me. Questions poured whether I was showing more attitude to her that it pained me? have I ill-treated her? Could I change it? Yes, only if I could.

There is a sudden beep in my cellphone. A message flashed:Dawgy, dawgy!!1

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Yellow Journalism at its Best

It is the 62nd year of our democratic Independent I N D I A. Like every Indian, I am proud of my nation and woke up to witness our beloved Prime Minister, DR.Manmohan Singh addressing the nation. In this world of Satellite television, people become confused when it comes to viewing, for people has so many channels to select.Anyway, as I continued to watch the program, a BREAKING NEWS flashed on the screen. What could be more breaking than the Independence Day of India? The news is Bollywood star, also known as King Khan had been detained and interrogated for two hours at the Newyark Airport,United States of America.It is believed as Mr.SRK told almost all the networks that he had been quizzed because of his name-Khan.

SRK is that rare individual, a mediocre performer who is also a great communicator, an actor who understood his acting acumen better than most, and a sharp thinker who, like a chess grandmaster, consistently thought half a dozen moves ahead. He is also fun-loving, a mimic, accessible, and wears the crown of greatness lightly.

I take this incident an insult and as a democratic citizen requests authorities to please take it as a major action item, so that anyone need not undergo the pathos in the name of religion and name. But, my piece is not against US. I am surprised as to why Indian media has had made it more important selling item than our Independence Day?

Over the entire day, the media be it Aaj Tak, Headlines India, NDTV India, CNN IBN and so on kept on televising SRK' interviews and were doing post-morterm on what Muslim stars undergo at US. But, there was hardly 5 minutes of discussion on why this country is celebrating this occasion, how did we attain this independence?

Musings upon these concerns will not result in anything. But, highlighting these incidents and selling them as much as it could be in the name of social causes is a deep blunder. As I write this piece, one of the journalists has been dying to get a a piece of masala from SRK that if he would seen an apology from US.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Late up!

Late mornings have always resulted me in performing things at a peril. Things that actually could be done in slow and steady rhythm are now chalked under the burning suns.

I observed a grave momentary silence when these things happen, but then during those moments of observation, I have nothing but words of consolation, that good things are happening round the corner.My roomie and I both share a common bathroom-infact we share a 2bhk apartment, so obviously there is a common bathroom. He gets up at 9, while I wake up at 8, and though long stretches of exercise makes me get up to that bathroom, it is not usually before 9:15 that I come out of the bathroom.

In between that period, if my roomie gets to find the bathroom vacant, he sneaks in. Of course, the urgency of the situation makes me tackle the issue very mildly. There are no harsh words exchanged. Only a cold stare that can mean a lot of things. It is a stare that says: "dude! seriously, understand my plight."

So, now we have decided that we will keep our alarm clocks a lit bit louder, so that I can get exactly at 8 and start my morning rituals. My roomie has also been a little understanding in waking me up if I have been a touch late. Things have been going well for now. But, with the onset of weekend, everything changes for sure. Watch this space for updates.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

My Take on Love-Aaj-Kal

I do not like watching Bollywood movies and am a very boring company too. Staying confined to a theatre for 3 long hours is a tiresome job. But, I am sure my ex-girlfriends would kill me for it, but then darlings- I just wanted to be with you. Enough said.

Last week I managed to get myself a free ticket for a movie called LOVE AAJ KAL courtesy my PR friend Sowmya. Her exact words were- Raj, write a beautiful review of the movie. You must be joking for I am known to murder movies. I am a staunch critic.
Anyway, I found myself in an alley of beautiful hot looking girls in PVR. I said chalo, timepass ho jayega. The movie started and I have to admit I loved it. It has been such a refreshing change to watch a movie with practical being its theme. And, nowhere in the movie, I found anything that had been taken off the mark or something congenial to the bore.

Imtiaz seem to be a master in handling today’s youth-oriented love stories. A successful JAB WE MET has given Imtiaz the confidence to direct Saif and Deepika. Normally, the movie can be clubbed into nothing major but a serious drama bazi, but then this movie has shades of interesting personas. I wonder if Kunal Kohli would have directed the movie better.

Deepika has a great smile, dimples and all, but that's really it. I feel for Imtiaz to see his dialogue butchered by his heroine, heartbreak heightening when she murders a lovely 'break me' line. Both Imtiaz's earlier films featured heroines of tremendous talent, and one wishes this one also had an actual actress.

Saif does well but his character is wishy-washy, offensive in both the brash way he speaks to Rishi Kapoor as well as the callousness with which he takes his British girlfriend to India.Saif is a much better actor, but I am still not confident if he can carry a movie all on his own. The depth of the movie lies in its music.

Love Aaj Kal is a refreshing change. Go and watch it with your loved ones.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

The Break-up

Does a broken relationship mean The END? Nope. No way. Life goes on and on and on and on…Maybe a little faster, now that I have so much time for myself. The weekends are so jam packed with activities; every Monday morning I wonder where the last two days went!

But in the middle of all the hustle bustle, laughing, giggling, shopping, partying, I stop for a few seconds and think of the past….
Speaking to her friend I say “us” like I’m still a part of the gang. Seeing something that’s similar to the one she’s viewed with me sends a jolt of realization down my spine that I’m not her companion any more. When I go to a restaurant, and am deciding what to eat, the menu very rudely reminds me of the stuff she hates eating… list too!

I miss hearing her groggy voice when she used to call to wake him up in the morning. I miss the chocolates she used to get me sometimes. I miss lazing around with her. Deleting her pictures from my phone can’t erase her memories from my mind…I just wonder if she feels the same way for me. Does she miss the way I smell? Does she miss my whining? Does she miss my touch?

Does she miss our Cricket matches? Does she miss the way I used to crinkle my nose at the mention of her “friend”? Does she miss the way I keep blabbering? But does it even matter now? Maybe it does. And that’s why I’m writing about it!

Fine, we didn’t work out. I’m not gonna talk to her again. Not in a million years. Not even when she sends me a message to say she’s in some trouble. Am I being hard hearted? No I’m not. After whatever happened it’s only logical that I maintain a stony silence. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. I’m not a saint .

I can’t behave like one either; forgive/forget and speak to her is not possible any more. If in a relationship one person doesn’t respect the other, calling her/his only in the hour of need then the whole thing stinks- not of friendship, not of lust, but a rotten kind of love. There’s love here. No denying that. But it’s gone bad. And what do you do with something rotten? Throw it away…