Remember me?

This is one question I hate coming from people like recent classmates ! I mean, I get a mail and the person goes like “Hi, I’m so-and-so. Remember me ? I was your classmate !” Or they SMS me and say “This is ME !! Naam to yaad hoga!” What the ****. Do they think I’ve got such a bad case of amnesia !! Abhi teen maheene pehle tak to khincha-taani, gaali-vaali, non-veg jokes, project-work … sab chalta tha and now suddenly they think I don’t remember them !! And if this is supposed to be a sarcastic remark then – Thank You Very Much … I can do without such remarks. Vaise bhi agar hamaara ek maheene tak out-of-contact rehna itna khatak raha tha to khud hi koshish kar lete contact karne ki. Humein bhi khushi hoti ke bhai humein bhi koi itna yaad karta hai ! But what is this “Do you remember me ?” stuff. C’mon guys … lets act like grown ups and cut this “Aunty-style” talk.

What women want?

Actually the question on my mind is, “What do gals look at?” Now I don’t want to give an impression of being a pervert (of all things !!) but being a guy (an ELIGIBLE bachelor … to be specific, ahem) myself, I know what guys OGLE at while standing on street-sides in practically every city of India Mahaan. This in no way implies that I indulge in the afore-mentioned activity too ( … err … OK … wipe off that ‘all-knowing-smile’ from your face … i do … some of the times! Happy ?!)  Well, males are bio-logically programmed to ‘look’ while females are wired to ‘feel & sense’, but still females have GOT to ogle at SOMETHING. The thought never came to me that what might ‘interest’ the fairer sex?

This worm of a question started wriggling in the murky part of my brain after reading a similar post on FlowOfThoughts blog. Various theories propounded there simmer down to :
- Sense of humor
- Intelligence
- Compassion
- Constant attention
- Neat, groomed looks

Top four points attest well to the theory of women more prone to ‘feel & sense’. Only the last point i.e. Neat, groomed looks is obvious from a distance. But how in the world am i supposed to ’show’ my sense of humor, intelligence and compassion to someone who is looking at me from 20 mtrs !!! Maybe I need to first slip on a banana peel (humor), stand up and scratch my head while grinning (intelligence) and put the banana peel in a dustbin nearby so that no one else slips (compassion) !!! And through-out this ritual, I must be attentive that NOBODY in the FOV has missed the spectacle of me making an ass of myself !! A prompt encore is must on demand to further reinforce my qualities ! Somebody got another idea?!

Bye bye summer

OK bhai log, its official. Summer apun log ko tata bol rayela hai aur Winter aa rayela hai bindaaaas. Abhi bole to apun ko kaise maaloom?!! Vo aisa hai ke apun ko saal mein do time jukaam lagna hiich hota hai. 1 time sardi aane pe aur 1 time sardi jaane pe ! To aajkal apun ko vo sardi ke aane ke time waala jukaam ho rakha hai. Saans lene ka kaam bhi mooh se hiich lena pad raha hai ! Pan koi vandaa nai … ye do-teen din ka hi locha hai … fir uske baad to sab mast hai. Apun ko vaise bhi India ka summer maafik nai baithta hai. To tum sab log abhi apna chota kapda peti mein phenko aur mota kapda nikalo diraee-kleenar ke paas. Aur vo diraee-kleenar jiyaasti ka shaan-patti karta hai to ek kheench ke dene ka hai kaan ke neeche. BHAI log hai apun … kyaaaa?!! Cheer daalenge faaaar daalenge. Laash ko bhi diraee-kleen kar ke Dubai bhej daaalenge. Kyaaaa! Samajhti nai hai baat ko, Aa jaati hai raat ko.

P.S. – Uh-oh, lagta hai zayada ho gaya … oops ! /

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Don’t lose your peace if you don’t understand a bit of what is typed above. It happenned so that Jindas wanted to have a new template for his blog. I remembered seeing sample templates made by NothingButZen and I had liked those. So I wanted to check’em out once again before suggesting them to Jindas. While checking out the samples I noticed that all six of’em had the same gibberish used as filler text. The gibberish started with “Lorem ipsum …”

In his section for blog newbies, ZEN has described ‘Lorem ipsum’ as standard filler-text used by designers ! I found that wonderful … I mean they have STANDARDIZED even the text to be used as fillers !!! I decided to do a Google search, and lo … … what I found … … A complete site dedicated to this ‘Lorem ipsum’ stuff !! They call it Lipsum.

Kuch Na Kaho – Movie review

Rating – 2/5

For guys, the only recommended reason for watching this dud is ‘Aishwarya’ … she is looking superb … as usual ! For some gals similarly, the reason can be ‘Abhishek’ … but I didn’t find him too good here. (Please note : This statement is NOT prompted by any jealousy ;O) ) The movie explores a fresh theme but the handling could have been a LOT better and we would have liked it better with a screen-play which is not clichéd. The climax scene is ooooozing of ‘Mahaantaa‘. The only saving grace is the music. I could hear people whistling and clapping for the title song. Abhishek needs better stuff in his movies if he doesn’t wants to change career in coming future.

Birthdays – blessing or curse?

Your first reaction on reading the title of this post might be “Curse ? What does he mean ‘curse’ ?? How can birthdays be a curse ???” Actually this post is prompted by a line I read on Jindas blog. It says “These birthday celebrations.. are not my cuppa tea.. what is so great in losing one year from ur total allotted stay on planet..”. Now I don’t know why exactly Jindas said this, but on its face value it seems like a pessimistic statement.

This has made me think that do we have predefined time on this planet ? Are our B’days merely reminders that our time is running out? That our end is coming nearer day-by-day ? Is our life just a clock on reverse timer ? … just like those digital clocks with red display on time-bombs where the number of zeros keep on increasing on the left? Should we live our life as if waiting for the end … for all the numbers to turn to zero?

Instead, shouldn’t we thank God at night for giving us ANOTHER wonderful day to LIVE, to experience some more of LIFE, to experience new FEELINGS, to see new SIGHTS, to be amongst our LOVED ones ?!!! Shouldn’t we rub our hands together and say to ourselves in glee, “Lets see what happens tomorrow!” Shouldn’t we push ourselves to see how long we live … and enjoy every moment of it?

It all depends on whether you wait for the morning with a smile on your lips … or with your fingers crossed.

9/11 – 2 years

From this day 2 years ago, the sound of the word ‘terrorism’ got a new face. The dust rising from the fall of ‘Twin Towers’ seemed to take the shape of Osama Bin Laden’s face … turban on head, fanatical sunken eyes, long beard, evil smirk. After a few minutes what remained was a huge pile of rubble, mouths agape, shouts and screams, every thing covered with ash.

Saw these pages, remembring the tragedy. You might want to see this too. May God put the perished souls to peace.

Bad Boys – II – Movie review

Rating – 4/5

All you action freaks, grab the tickets to the first available show of this movie !! Believe me, its THAT good! The action and car chase sequences are better than even T3 ! T3 btw was a dud. Bad Boys doesn’t lets you even blink during the action moments. Wills and Lawrence are funny but not as one might expect. Thats the only let down. Baaki sab jhakaas hai.

Delhi and back

I went to IGI Airport on saturday night to drop my Bhuaji and cousin. They had an early morning flight and had to check-in by 3:00 AM. After the really big bear-hugs they went inside gate # 3 and I waited outside till they got their security check. Around 15 mins later I got the thumbs-up sign – every thing was OK. I waved back for the last time and came to the parking area. As I plonked in the front passenger seat, the driver smiled at me. “Challiye ?”, he asked. I snapped with my right hand and pointed forward. He was waiting for the obvious. We moved forward.

The new fly-overs had us confused while arriving, but now he knew the way. He was describing all the major turns and landmarks. Its something with the drivers of the species. They seem to remember ‘all’ the turns, landmarks, vehicles which had overtaken them, when and where!! Once out of Delhi, we planned to have some tea. “Annapurna Dhaba will be the best.”, it was declared. I agreed. At least 2 waiters seemed to know our driver. We had tea and chips in between our ’stretching-sessions’. Our first cup after virtually being in the Astra since 4:30 PM last evening. I snooped around as usual and discovered a ‘24-hour’ music shop. I had wanted to listen to ‘Sahiba’ from Shankar Mahadevan’s latest album ‘9′ since our journey began. I asked for it. “Wo to nahi hai ji.”, was the response. Several “Badhiya” alternatives were suggested. I spotted ‘Bally Sagoo’ somewhere. It was ‘Haanji’. I asked the guy to play it for me. That was just a formality. I had to buy anything with ‘Bally Sagoo’ on it. It was cheap for 50/- and real value for money when I listened to it play later.

After showing our ‘multiple-entry’ ticket at the Karnal toll-barrier, we moved faster. ‘Haanji’ was playing for the second time. The ‘Center-Shocks’ bought at the dhaba had stopped serving their intended purpose of keeping me awake with their ’shocks’. All the topics of discussion had been used, or so it seemed. I was almost dozing. It was then that the inevitable happenned. The driver started talking.

At first I thought he was doing this to keep himself occupied and thus awake. Some time later I realized that he was ‘actually’ being nostalgic. He talked about his “wonderful” days of playing kabaddi. What the sport had brought to him. His “mistake” of not going to England while there was time. His wife, his son. He told of his cunning relatives who had usurped his land when he was a minor orphan. He was compelled to get a job to feed his family. “But I have not let them sleep in peace. I’m fighting a case.” But he seemed to be genuinely concerned when he told that his offending relative’s elder son was a paraplegic and the younger one an addict. “I have nothing against the children. They have done nothing to harm me. Maybe this is Waaheguru’s way of justice.” Then I found what had triggered this out-burst. He very solemnly said “Tuhaade bhua ji tuhaanu kinna pyaar karde ne. Meri bhua ne mainu sadkaan te rol ta.” He was comparing my bhuaji who loves us so much, and his bhua who had brought him to the roadside.

The rest of the journey was largely silent.