Defective piece.

Not too gross a description for someone who had 4 tooth extractions.

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An all time favourite. This is.Thoroughly in love with the way their relation has been portrayed.A must watch for this generation couples who have no dearth of reasons to break up!!And for those wannabe couples to appreciate the meaning of a relationship.And for all the women/girls out there who think their men/guys are the solutions to every problem.

Gal talk: In love with Bhanumati Ramakrishna's jewellery in the movie!! It made me realise that fashion is walking back into the past with the so-called 'antique' jewellery! :)

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'Orange'is, probably, the best Telugu music album released in 2010.

Fired

up neurons...blurred vision...messed up table and bed.

It totally freaks me out to think of tomorrow's exam which is gonna span from 9:30am to 5 pm with lunch being provided into the exam hall (sandwiches, sources said). Have never met a prof before who gives this long a time only because he doesnt want people to account their poor performance to lack of time.

I want to vanish.

In

need of white noise.

Nadal-Federer final.
:(

Time

 

hangover.

It

is amazing to have ur bed by the window and have the luxury to enjoy the rain and the wind.
What is equally frustrating is to be sitting by the window pricing options and meddling with the spreadsheets and course material, preparing for an exam that I am bound to flunk.

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So..just shut the books and started wondering...
Which one do I love more?
FH or AS?
:)

Terribly

long since I wrote anything. Here or elsewhere.

All I hear is noise.
Of
Impatient blowing of hundreds of horns
Restless sliding of layers of dreams
And
Nervous collisions of tons of thoughts

An endless circular staircase
And I drive down and down
On two wheels
The one behind half forgotten

Down in the deep
It is still noisy
Thats why they say
It is all in the head.

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I still havent really understood what I have written.
Just trying to go by the belief: Write. No matter what.

Matheran

The night trek that started at 2:30am and seemed like it would never end was an experience of satisfying the crazy souls in us. I can call it the most unplanned unorganised trip ever. All thanks to Krishna and Sourabh, who, by the way, love to rush and hurry others in the last minute. So...this unannounced trip left me and priyanka with no choice but to go on with worst possible chappal you can afford on a trek! We realised that this was better than having to go on without carrying a water bottle or even an empty bottle along. There, stopped the whining.

We have hardly had any company at that hour. While Pri and I were scared to death looking at the valley, the darkness and the weirdly shaped trees on the hills, Sandy wouldnt give up on narrating all ghost stories and legends. It turned out to be good that we werent carrying water as he had to stop after a point. The ghat road uphill was about 9 kms. After 3.5 kms, all of us got really thirsty and we werent willing to move one more inch without water. We woke up someone at a small cafe and requested,but of no use. He just ignored us and went back to sleep. We walked for another half a kilometer in hope of an imaginary pump, which by the way, was mentioned by some bikers-by. Right then, we heard water flowing somewhere like it was leaking from a broken pipe. And we ended up here....and thats Pri imagining all possible horror stories that describe a bunch of friends going on crazy tours and end up being murdered inexplicably. Say, Darna mana hain ya kaal types! Sources said, she was actually looking all around for any unannounced attackers! :):)



And thats the valley at dawn..





More..







And there we were...finally!!



After all that pain of reaching the hill station, we were told to walk along this track (a shortcut, apparently) to reach the market area.




Tired...





And inspired..



And amused..





And returned soiled...

Fresh Candy

wrapped in an old cover. Yes. Thats what Vedam is.
A wonderful compilation of 5 different tales, people and their destinies. The director can be compared to a sculptor who has carefully carved the storyline combined with an excellent screenplay, helping the message to emerge by itself with the subtle and succinct script. What is even more adorable is the cast and brilliant performances by each of them.Standards of Telugu cinema, reset.It indeed has its own flaws, but I loved it thoroughly. More so, because it has been really long since I have watched a sensible Telugu movie. It was worth all that knuckle breaking journey on the central line of Mumbai local.

One of the finest pieces of advice I have been given in Mumbai happened to be on the same local, last evening. She said, "Aapko dhakka maarke aage jaana hi padega!". Thanks, lady!

One

of those days when I have no option but to enjoy boredom at work.

Mumbai, I should say, is sexy in monsoon. It did keep the junta waiting for more than a week.But one shower was just enough to charm us all!

Last night, like many other nights, I was going through yet another mild phase of insomnia lying on a 3inch-turned-2inch mattress, looking out of the room through the grills of the balcony at the dark hilly area across the skyscrapers, when it started pouring. It was like a huge audience clapping in appreciation of a midnight victory of a battle somewhere in the middle world! (Pardon me for the overindulgence. I cant help thinking of LOTR in such mausam!) Given the darkness, anyone would have thought it was nothing but midnight. I slowly groped for my mobile without blinking at the view I just had...just to see that the time was 4:45 am. :) Once the clouds have danced, poured and rested, first thing that caught my eye was an under-construction skyscraper draped in green with blotches of wet cement. I cant still get to an analogy to describe the view. I just fell in love. With man. With nature. Yet again.

View from BSE terrace is breathtaking. For people like me who fear heights or looking down from heights, it is,literally, breathtaking. Still, I have surpassed all my fears for a greater cause and clicked these pics..for you all! :P

Thats the Rotunda building more commonly known as the baby building stuck to the BSE main towers.



The white building is the RBI headquarters.





The city...that never sleeps! I must say, South Mumbai is a feast to a traveller's eyes. It has an aura of dignity that is just enough to amaze the kind who have a taste for architecture or buildings or even better, history.



An adventurous night trek with scary stories of spirits, ghosts, hills with eyes and valleys and occasional LOTRish talks. Strike it off the list. Pics and stories. Coming soon.

Must read

This post!

Lol!!

Where to?

Kasab. I am sure the line, 'his poor, rural background and lack of education made him more susceptible to grooming by extremists.', must have caught your attention.No doubt he has committed crime in cold blood. If not for anything, he should suffer as a reply to all the lost heroes.But that doesnt please me. Not at all.

The point is..The extremist. What about him?? The numerous youngsters falling prey to this sick b*****d's institutions? Come let us hang all of them coz any 'evidence' against him seems almost impossible. Hang to death. It is possible, indeed!

Message, my foot! You might as well send an ' I love you Pakistan!'

Where is the system heading to? All this reminds me of blood diamond.

'Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we've done to each other...Then I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago.'

and this..

'When's the last time the world wasn't falling apart?'

Isshtrrike!!

Everyone at work is surprised that we made it! Read more! Wherever I go, crisis follows! :)

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And a real Mumbai post! Straight dil se!

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Inspite of everything, like Maggie says, Mumbai rocks!

Radio Aamchi 24.7 FM!

Aapka favourite gaana!! Chado chadao! Giro Girao!

(When you step out of home)
Haan Hai Koi to wajah
To jeena ka maza yun aane laga
Yeh hawaon mein hai kya
Thoda sa jo nasha yun chhane laga

(When I step onto, sorry, run, jump and land on the platform and get into the train)

Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Hua hai teri raahon mein aakar
Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Milega teri bahon mein aakar
Yeh local Haaye Khadey Khadaayein
Jannat dikhaye haan
O raama

Chhodi maine sare hi bandhan zamane se yaara
Choodungi na mein 1st class
Aadha Mumbai ghusa hain isme abhi kya karoon
Bacha tho body massage hi

Dekho na dekho mujhe kya hua hai
Teri bheed mein kho kar
Pucho na pucho mujhe kya
Mila hain teri bahon mein jeekar

(On the way back)

Mere jaise lakho mile honge
Tujhko piya
Mujhe to mila tuu hi
Tu hi mere hooton ki khilti hui se hasi
Gila bhi kiya tu hi
Yeh moti Haaye Khadey Khadaayein
Dhakke khilayein haan
O raama
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Hope my sense of humor doesnt get worser than this.

Random

The performance was far from awesome. Art. Let me share my definition first. Art is meant to be the skill of succeeding in expression or action with an effortless inherent ease. Anything that makes me feel that I have been trying to acquire it only tells me that it is an acquired ‘skill’ and not an art. This is what I had felt about the performance. The entire sequence was more of anguish while it could have been a sinusoid of happiness blended with anxiety and anguish emerging out of pain. There is no denying that the expression of anguish throughout the recital was outstanding. The sequence could have been more arranged and made use of more mudras rather than landing the audience in the trouble of figuring out which block is being performed. Yes. It was an ‘experiment’. All this aside, the crowd had hardly 2 p.c. of youngsters. :)

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Few commodities for which I would like to get into contracts for the next two months here:
1. Tons of sunscreen.
2. Liters of toner.
3. Thousands of coconuts.
4. Heaps of cotton scarves and toe sox.
5. Bottles of deodorants.
Any new device that enables me to escape the free massages on the local is always welcome. Please post your ideas in the comments area of this blog. Who knows? You might be the next big name in social entrepreneurship!

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To be able to give a vent to any emotion, at the right time and at the right place is just as important as it is to control it. Sometimes I recollect the fury of heroines in the movies scattering things off a table and breaking mirrors and throwing stuff. It’s kind of funny that I feel like having a desk full of papers so that I can scatter them all over and create a mess and then when things cool down, I promise, I will clean up the mess. Do let me know. Right now, my room doesn’t have a table that offers me this luxury.

One by one..

Tats our backyard. Cricket is indeed a religion in India. These guys devotedly gather every sunday morning to play cricket here. More than the game, we are amused and entertained by their conviction levels exhibited every now and then for a dropped catch or a lost ball or faulty umpiring! Yeh hain Mumbai meri jaan! :)



Bandra-Worli sealink bridge.It is a civil engg marvel. Apparently, no bikes and no stopping anywhere on this bridge.We happened to take a taxi with an understanding and enthusiastic driver (=P) who slowed down a little while on the bridge. This is the best I could capture.

One by one..

Haji Ali..





View from Bombay Stock Exchange.

Tats the shipyard.






MG Road..



Tats the high court overlooking the Oval Maidan. Back in the deep you can see Brabourne Stadium and Marine drive.



One more with the city's skyline..



By evening, when the drive is lit..it luks pretty much like our necklace road and is indeed called the Queen's Necklace.

Well

Tat was an electrifying experience at the DY Patil Stadium. I agree.But of what use is it when its just another no-victory for Sachin. Yes. I did see both the Gods at a time. But of what use if I walk out telling myself, 'Sachin is not God.'? Thats exactly what I hoped to have disproved! Oh how I wish he picked the trophy!! To top it all, he gets the honor yet embarrassment of Orange cap and Golden player. He has enough of them. God!Are you listening? I beg to differ when people say that he lacks the art of finishing or the art of captaincy. Its only he who can take the pressure of the entire team. There were no beams. No pillars. None to distribute the load.None to stand by him. Catch droppers, incorrect batting line up..to sum it all...a 'sold out' match. I now know how much it hurts any fan to even think of it. Hopes. Betrayed. They say,'Its sport.All this happens.' Oh yeah!

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I might find it difficult to go back and live in Chennai.Now thats quite a revelation, I should say. :)
This city is great.It makes one dream. Again and again. But it does leave me with one question at the end of the day..when will earth evolve into a place where money stops topping the charts?? Any of them.Yeah..I am too naive for this place.

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Yes! It is!

Forgive the lapse.No access to picasa. No access to net at home.
Doing good.

Irony

of independence and loneliness. Is something I havent been able to figure out. They come in a package. Dont they? Why cant someone be independent and not be left alone simultaneously? Yes. I know. Its about the line. The line you draw. The line of emphasis. The line you purposely put down, there. But isnt the beauty about trying to push the line, tweak a little or even trespass and then decide?
Why are independent people taken by the face value? Why is it that they are left in their corners? How often have you or I tried to bring one of them out of that zone?

Imagination. Assumption. Truth. Order please!?

Now

Thats where I will be one month from now. For around 2 and a half months. Peace during the most inappropriate phase.

I

hate ranting on this blog. I hate ranting about ranting on this blog. I hate ranting about ranting about ranting on this blog.

Of late, this is the only thing I have been doing. Ranting. Futility at its best.

Feels like heaven

To live a night
Go for a stroll
Around 4 in the morning
To a nearby chai-coffee place
Under a moonlight tat refuses to stop pouring
From between the tree tops
Over the lazy street dogs
Over the paper boys and milk vans
Under a moonlight tat refuses to let the night break
And the FM at chaiwallah (where we had coffee :P)goes..

vennilave velli velli nilave
pogam idam ellaame
kuda kuda vanthaay
vennilave velli velli nilave
nachaththira pattaalam kuttikondu vanthaay..

(Its from 'Raghavan' in Telugu. Kamal Hassan, Jyotika and Kamalini 'borer'!)

Off to bed!
And ha...I love Chandler and Phoebes the best! Remember tat "Smelly cat smelly cat...smelly cat" ?:)

Happy Holi!

My Name Is Khan

And I am not a terrorist. I guess this movie had very loudly, sternly, strongly, if not vehemently insisted, told that every Khan or Mohammed or Ali or Sultan is not a terrorist. I really dont care if the hero suffers from autism or cancer. I dont care who looks how or how the chemistry of a hot favourite couple has come about. I am glad. Just glad for the attempt.

I love this. Totally.

Mediocre 'Leader'

Expected a lil more from Sekhar Kammula. Except for brilliant expressions from Kota, surprise entry of long-forgotten Gollapudi and beautiful Telugu literature in the only romantic song which was anyway grossly picturised on a dumb heroine and Rana aka Avatar, movie fails to keep the audience with it. Just loved the song. A feel good 'Mickey Meyer' song. I like the way Naresh Iyer says 'Sindhooralu'. :)

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Taara taara dooramaina chotaney aakasallo
Kanneeru velluvaithe venneley kabolu..
Ningi nela ekamaina poddulo sindhooralu..
Neeku nenu cheruvaina enduko dooralu..

Aasalanni maasipoye aamaney aahvaninchey
Shvasalele baasalanni badhalaipoyena..
Poola jadalo thokachukka guttuga uyyalugey..

Honestly, I cant help but fancy a guy who can actually think of and emote over trivial "Poolajada","Thokachukka" and "Uyyala". All in a line. Ok. I know. This kind doesnt exist.:D

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Happiness. In all forms. At all times. Like...the early mornings. Reasons unknown. May be a birth disorder! :P