Monday, August 27, 2007

goldmine part 2

The last time, it was this.
Let us all sigh together. Sigh!!!

Thursday, August 16, 2007

movies and their songs

I was just listening to the songs of Life in a... metro. I like the O meri Jaan number. It would have still been very nice without the guitar from silent lucidity. It has lost the chance of being called original due to this, just like Bips I should say. Bipasha lost the chance to correct the world on how to pronounce the Taj Mahal by picking up an accent at the airport and announcing Taj Mahaal at Lisbon.

Coming back to the song, while I was listening to it, I remembered a song of yester-years. Jeetender ran with the saree clad heroine singing,

"Saumbar ko hum mille,
mangalbar ko nain
sath dino mein hogaye jeise sath janam ka pyar
ho ho ho (hero and heroine running)"

We met on monday, eyes met on tuesday, ... after 7 days, it looks like its the love of seven lives ho ho ho (hero heroine running.)

Now, some lines from the song O meri Jaan goes like this:
"kal uska raha
ab hain tera ish raat se
O meri Jaan"

Until yesterday, I was his/hers. Now I am yours from this night, O my life.
Nobody seems to have time nowadays. Sigh!

Ok, the movie has come (was released in May) and gone but I still want to mention my observations. I don't particularly like Shilpa Shetty but she is famous in the U.K. In India, she is famous for having...
I mean she has got a flat stomach that would put any LCD T.V to shame. She has an easy smile too. If you start looking at one end of her smile in the morning, by the time you reach the other end, the sun would have set.

In this movie, the characters get to play what they have done before. Shilpa, cried racism racism in Big Brother but then had a change of heart and denied it. In the movie she cries love love through an extra marital affair but decides to go back to her husband.

Konkana Sen yet again gets the chance to catch her boyfriend pants down with another man like the movie, Page 3. Ironically she realizes that her competition has been with a man.

Kangana Ranaut(I hope I spelled it right)gets to play a woman who doesn’t know with whom she is sleeping with and hits the bottle like the movie, Gangster. This time the bottle was phenyl.

Shiney Ahuja plays the helpless man of few words like Gangster.

Now, I am not able to say anything about Irrfan, KK and the other guy. Interested people may kindly help me out. Let’s leave Dharam and Nafisa. I liked the movie particularly Irrfan and Konkana Sen. I liked their chemistry and one particular dialogue:

Konkana is choosy about her man and has been rejecting guys after the first meeting itself. She is not ready to compromise on her expectations and she is understandably, quite lonely. (This is the background)

Irrfan: My friend is waiting for the traffic in the city to go green so that he can take his car out from the garage.
Konkana: But how will that be possible unless he takes it out and tries?
Irrfan: That’s what I am saying. You have to take your chance baby.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

All about myself-untagging the tag, whatever!

Went blog hopping and I saw that many are showing the symptoms of having no better idea than to pick up some old tag, which is exactly what I am feeling at the moment. I like to believe I was tagged. Kishore, it was you right? Please say you did.

Ok, I don't remember the rules but I am supposed to write some 8 things about myself. This blog has been all about myself for more than 3 years now but here are some more:
  • I never do a spell check while blogging. This must be very evident but I can explain this. At work, anything that I write goes through three rounds of review or approvals. (yes, I am expecting a hike for this). The best part about our job is that we paint each other's work red with the track changes. It is mutual you see. If you have put a double space by mistake, the paper will come back with a long comment saying that double spacing used to happen some 30 years back and it should be avoided. So, you know why? I feel like a queen here. Without any worries, just click Publish Post.
  • I feel for Ashok Kumar like I feel for no other actor. I mean, I know he has passed away and all that but he is one actor who was old even when he was young. He looked the same when he was the hero or when he was the grandpa. I really really feel for him.
  • I don't understand how people manage to have multiple blogs. I am not talking about photo blogs here. I mean how the hell do you guys manage? How the hell do you find time for it? How the hell is your personal life? How the hell do you spend so much time online?
  • You will never find a recipe being posted on my blog. I don't like to read them on other's blogs too unless it is something entirely dedicated to recipes in which case, I avoid going there.
  • This is a case of jealousy. Why are people linking up to libraries and showing off their collection of books? I own only about a dozen books. I have always relied on friends to gift me or read it from the local library. So I am jealous. Yes, I am.
  • To add to the above point, I am dating someone who owns more than 200 books. Yes, this is also one reason why I am dating him apart from many other reasons. I actually counted one day and felt so proud that someday, it is all going to be mine. I am thinking of having a pre-nuptial agreement on the ownership of the books. No, he is not the librarian. The librarian is a female.
  • I am running short of ideas so let me add this: I have been swimming every weekend religiously and I have only been swimming width wise. 10 laps leave me very exhausted. I intend to cross the length of the pool someday. There will be a post on my trials and tribulations and how I conquered the 50 mts.
  • In most interviews, I am asked about marriage and being single in the city. I always answer that I am engaged and my fiance is in Bangalore. I attend interviews regularly whether I am looking for a change or not and I have been replying this ever since I turned 25.
  • One more point even if I am not asked. I read my own blog to ensure that atleast there is one loyal reader.

Thursday, August 09, 2007


"A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)" ~ The Byrds

Last month, P’s wife had a baby who was just 1.5 kgs. We went “Oh My God!” The baby was kept under intensive care in the hospital, the bill running to lakhs.

There have been some 6 pregnancies in the team and people have been going on maternity and paternity leaves. It is a different feeling all together to see female colleagues get pregnant and see the baby develop each day. I have been with them throughout the cycle- from morning sickness, to the various rounds of ultra sounds to food cravings. Sometimes, I crib and ask them to spare me as they go on and on about the .2mm long nose or 3cms long legs in an ultrasound which is like a patch of black and white marks to me. I had felt V’s stomach the first time the baby kicked and then it was the turn to feel R’s stomach again. V has just come back from her leave. During her absence, R had carried on the legacy and updated me almost everyday on the progress of her baby. Her mom prepared 5 different kinds of rice and fed her, her husband sings nursery rhymes to her stomach, they are planning to invest for the baby, and she will go for one of the best hospitals to deliver so that all of us can visit her.

R was just about to go for her maternity leave in another week’s time. She did not feel any movement suddenly and was rushed to a hospital and we came to know she has lost the baby. Just a day before this, she had said the baby is looking very chubby in the scan. She is in a family of doctors too. We have only been praying as her husband got in touch with us saying she is still in a state of shock.

Her cubicle is bang opposite mine. I see the empty chair and our group photo on the desk with a heavily pregnant R smiling radiantly.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

A country without a post office

"At a certain point I lost track of you.
when you left even the stones were buried:

Who is the guardian tonight of the Gates of Paradise?
My memory is again in the way of your history.
You needed me. You needed to perfect me.

In your absence you polished me into the Enemy.
Your history gets in the way of my memory.
I am everything you lost. Your perfect Enemy.

I am being rowed through Paradise in a river of Hell:
Exquisite ghost, it is night.

The paddle is a heart; it breaks the porcelain waves.
It is still night.
The paddle is a lotus.
I am rowed-
as it withers-toward the breeze which is soft as if it had pity on me.

I'm everything you lost.
You won't forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.

I hid my pain even from myself;
I revealed my pain only to myself."

Only certain lines that I liked from Agha Shahid Ali