Monday, August 30, 2004

wishes for a friend

Dear Shailesh,

It's your day buddy. We have been friends for almost a decade now and I know I have never posted a card in your name but I haven't forgotten it you see.

From the days of our innocence to those of the brushes with our crushes, misses and fixes of my love life and yours and the blogging and slogging that's been happening, I am glad its charm has never waned with time or with familiarity. Inspite of the changes in our addresses and phone numbers, we have found time to always catch up where we left.

Thanks for being there to catch my fall, to help me realise that it's ok to whine for hours about the bad world and the bad guys, it's ok to think that I am the right girl around and people are just wrong. It's ok for me to hog and still eat from your share. It's ok to brey my favourite tunes, to listen to the stories of a book or a movie I missed or to share the tales of my man-hunt even when it is an STD or an ISD call.

I know nobody can take so many lies in one day. So, let me stop here. See, I dedicated a post to you. Stop complaining.

Wishing you lots of love and laughs and many happy returns of the day!

KentuckyFriedChicken doesn't taste the same without you :-)

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Stark Naked

I am talking about the recently concluded sale in the 'Globus' store. All the mannequins were displayed naked but for the flap of thin wooden planks which covered their nudity. On the planks were written 'Sale upto 50%'

I liked the concept. Gave the feel that the store was sold out.

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Electronic Jihad on Thursday

I was unable to post on my blog today, then I thought, what the heck! Well, here is a likely reason but I have nothing to do with it nor am I the right person to comment, I am rephrasing some of the information which have started puncturing the wall of the Internet with the bulleted information.

A coordinated online strike against Internet servers by terrorists, dubbed "electronic jihad," may or may not strike this week, security experts said. One security researcher in Moscow warned that Thursday would be the day in question. But a recent string of attacks on primary Internet services and the unraveling of major encryption routines are raising concerns in the Internet operator community.

"The hackers who have proclaimed 'electronic jihad' have enough experience and resources to paralyze the Internet for several hours at least," Kaspersky said report.

"The e-jihad has been discussed for years, but an undisputed attack has yet to surface," said Ken Dunham, director of malicious code at iDefense Inc. of Reston, Va. For the most part, coordinated "hacktivist" attacks have been "more talk than walk," he added.

your game

I went on playing my normal strokes, never losing my focus. Waited for a loose ball from you. It happened and I hit it for a six. Crossed the field and banged on a rooftop never to be found again.
Saw you curse. Saw you reel over the blow. Heard you asking me; a new ball in hand to start all over again and I just realised that I am not interested in the game anymore.

Honey, you are forgeting that it was not my game but yours that I played.

Tuesday, August 24, 2004

another day, another post

A very interesting post keeps running on my mind. I see myself being read by millions. I am writing short stories and what not. The only thing is while all these are happening, I am fast asleep or there is something wrong with the keyboard. So for now, I continue my tale of another Sunday.

Did not have anything to do, no boyfriend to romance, no errands to meet. Was happy to learn the steps, which I envied 3 months back in the dance class. The guy I wanted to dance with is still my senior and our batches can never be combined.

Exausted and having no stamina for a culinary riot in the kitchen, lunched outside. It’s a different thing that we don’t know when was the last time we cooked on weekends.

Fortuitously, saw RJ Surej Venkat involved in a road show. Feasted on him. Mid 30’s, grey hair, rich baritone, scored high on the ‘cool-o-metre’

Evening came. Opened the TOI. Uma Bharati stared back. Flipped to other pages, many faces and wasted pages on sports. Cricket-Indians walloped, Olympics-Indians mellowed, Tennis- Double disgust, doping and flopping. Aah! There was Rathore, his smiles shimmering amidst a thousand shattered dreams.

Read reviews of movies not released in the city due to tantrum thrown by the Kannada film industry. Wearing the ‘my kid is sick, close the school’ attitude. Happy when not rated properly.

Talks of sex covered the remaining pages. Umm, Media and the Masses are getting bolder. Finally, closed the papers and thought of posting something knowing that the day shall pass and another would come.

Monday, August 23, 2004


Me (after thinking deeply): I have decided...
She: please don't let me know about it. Everyday you seem to decide something and make my life miserable
Me: huh!
I decided to post my decision but now, I have decided against that decision :-)

Friday, August 20, 2004

short, sweet and smart!

This is an old ad from one of the best Bangalore based production houses. I was floored by the simplicity of it. It was for 10 seconds on Kishore Kumar.

On a blank black screen, with typing effects, the words come out ‘Kishore Kumar’. Background music goes on. Then ‘1929 – 1987’. After 1987 gets printed on the screen, the cursor starts deleting and moves back to
‘1929 – ‘ and the cursor blinks and stops there.

The caption comes," Legends never die"

straight, short, sweet and smart!

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Bangalore to Hyderabad(And God made us women)

Reminds me of a song we chorused in the hostel, ’Wo kaun chupa Jhaariyong ke peeche’. ( translated who is that hiding behind the bush?) Jenny and my much-awaited trip to Hyderabad materialised last weekend. Couldn’t bid goodbye to colleagues as I was in a studio editing a documentary movie with boss.

Left sharp at 5 p.m and picked up a gift for Meghen. What better than the much talked about and I guess the much hyped ‘The Da Vinci Code’? Had it been for myself I would have not mined picking it up from the roadside bargaining with all my skills and faculties. Got a gift for Shilpa akka and her hubby too. Had tea for the last time at 6 pm as the bus was for 8.15 pm. Gave my attendance to the toilet and left for the ATM and then to the station.

5 mins before departure, we stood watching Tom n Jerry and laughed like nuts. People around us did the same looking at us. Perfectly on time, we left even without knowing where in the land of Biryani Shilpaka and her hubby stayed or how far they are from Meghen all set for a self imposed adventure.

Had some snacks. A movie was played. To my horror, it was ‘Kuch to Hain’. My health deteriorated after seeing Tushar Kapur. A notorious headache attacked me. On grounds of sympathy, I found the luxury of Jenny’s shoulder to lean on.

The bus stopped for dinner. Decided against it but payed our respect to the venerable ladies toilet. The next time I got up to find a man crawling on all four by my side. Oh! He was searching for his misplaced chappals. I fished it out for him. A man came up with a lot of mausambi juices. Felt like gulping them down. I guess I thought it loud cos Jenny gave a stare of a lifetime and said,’ you can’t even hold back a drop of water and you want to drink that?’ Sat down sheepishly but then I noticed the guy had all his fingers dipped on the glasses.

‘Come down with me’ I said. ‘I don’t think there is one’, she said half-asleep and uninterested. ‘Let’s at least get down and ask’ I said trying to look as helpless as possible.

For once I wanted to be one of those guys standing a little away cooly and so focussed.

One man pointed towards the petrol pump. Found everybody asleep there. One of them stired and pointed somewhere else. There was a broken wall but no toilets around. Climbed it down to find a deserted lane. Jhaari hunt started and in the lap of nature, we answered nature’s call.

God created us women to have period’s pain, labour pain, to be born here but die there and not even piss in peace. Wondered if it is a curse or a boon? I guess the later cos given a choice, I would still opt to be a woman and perhaps continue my mission Jhaari whenever required. It seems words are inadequate to express the joy of motherhood.

Relieved and also satisfied with the knowledge that I have imported kidneys and urinary glands, we mounted the bus to reach Hyderabad the next morning.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

The conspiracy

A conspiracy was hatched. It was a real thrill executing it. Jo very sweetly told me to help him design something for their company jacket. The winner gets to see the design printed. It had to do something with DSP and multimedia. I had another deadline for the day too.

So, to and fro went some mails with forwarded text on what is DSP and what the company does. Then, every 5 mins rang my cell and I murmered something which always ended with 'ok ok got it got it'. Sat with Jitesh, one of the designers as I didn't know what to do with the softwares apart from the fact that I remember only their names. Told him to open photoshop and Illustrator and gave the design on paper with the colour schemes.

Looked around and peeped to Jitesh's screen, my screen then his screen and my screen all the while whispering something or the other to him. Selected the colour and noted its CMYK values and gave it to him. My cell kept ringing all the while and the ok ok continued.

Finally mailed the jpeg format and Jo liked it. He forwarded it to the judges. I came to know it is one among the top two finalists. I am not disclosing the name of the company other than that it is one among the top mobile companies in the world but if you see a jacket with a sine wave and a musical note drawn along with its logo, then it is the seed of our conspiracy. If it loses the contest, I enjoyed blogging about it.:-)

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

'The notebook'

In candlelight, I finished reading Nicholas Spark’s ‘The Notebook’. I read it’s sequel,’The wedding’ first and then came to this book. I had my first encounter with this author with his ‘Message in a bottle’. Many of his novels have been made into movies. By this I remember a quote I came across in a bookmark that I got in Shopper’s Stop the other day, ‘Never judge a book by it’s picture’. Nicholas has a way of twisting endings, which leaves the reader feeling a void, achingly touched, poignant and yet wanting more. As the wax melted so did my heart. Middle of the night I was crying buckets. Decided not to read love stories for sometime now.

Some lines:
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young brash and impatient must always break the silence. It is a waste for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking and it’s a paradox’

‘He was four years old at the time, just a baby. I have lived twenty times as long as he, but if asked I would have traded my life for his. It is a terrible thing to outlive your child, a tragedy I wish upon no-one.’

Monday, August 09, 2004

thinking pictures

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down." ---Love and Death

"I love him for the man he wants to be, I love him for the man he almost is, I love him… I love him"--- Jerry Meguire

"Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time." ---Casablanca

"I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without It." ---City of Angels

"My husband and I fell in love at first sight... maybe I should have taken a second look."--- Crimes and Misdemeanors

"I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you; I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. When Harry Met Sally, You can't express every feeling that you have every moment that you have them."---When Harry met Sally

"A heart can be broken; but it keeps beating just the same."--- Fried green tomatoes

"Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable"---Wizard of Oz

"I love you even when you are sick and disgusting"---Love actually

"You never lose what you never had"---How to lose a guy in 10 days

"I said the wrong thing and if I hadn't, I could be in bed now with a woman who if you could make her smile you got a life."---As good as it gets

She to him when he goes to her apartment at 4 in the morning. " Is it a secret what you're doing here?"
He:" I had to see you..."
She: "because..."
He: "It relaxes me... I'd feel better just sitting on the curb in front of your house than anyplace else I can think of or imagine"---As good as it gets

He: "Will you love me for the rest of my life?" (in the hospital bed)
She:"No, no, I will love you for the rest of mine." ---Phenomenon

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

walk away

I sat looking around my room, my room decorated with hidden words-words of my dreams, my angst, my fears…
The past week, emotions have been high and feelings pretty low. How much do I fight the odds and for how long?
I always put one foot forward and set a seeming pattern against an endless background of expectancy and don’t know what to do next. I am always caught in-between. I am always left vulnerable, unaware. I am always stuck.
Happiness needs getting used to I guess. I want to be happy, I want to scream it out but as much as I try, I cannot scream.
Left yet again would be my silent eloquence and me. My thoughts wonder and wander but before I face the truth head-on, I walk away, walk away and always walk away…

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

one word

I am tired of the word innovation. ‘Where Innovation is a tradition’, ‘Innovation is a way of life’, ‘We add value to innovation’, ‘We change lives through innovation’. There are again those punchlines of we dos, ‘we change lives’, ‘we make things better’, ‘We bring good things to life’. However, I like ‘We also make steel’
So, I conclude innovation is an over-rated word. But, I gave a line ‘Innovation in life through nature’ for some biotech company. Punch lines have forgotten to give the punch intended. Sue all for Plagiarism, me included.

One word to brand a media-related company, whose core competence is the research of contents and production epecially documentaries. When we say ‘Prestige’ you relate it to Benz, ‘Safety’ for Volvo, ‘Engineering’ for BMW, ‘Overnight’ for FedEx. A simple word, a very very simple word and what is that damn word? I have no idea. Deadline is just a few heartbeats away. I have been giving hazaar words. I was told, ‘You are good in vocabulary no doubt but try something simple’

"Making the simple complicated is commonplace; making the complicated simple and awesomely simple, that’s creative" -Charles Mingus