I am all out of Faith

Suddenly the rules have changed.
The perfect blue sky is grey,
Am I so late?
I'm already gone too fa to bring back
Edged out of my life-
Standing on the side
Plunging deeply into the boiling red.

The words aren't more meaningful
Across the glipmses of your face.
All i read is no more pain.
Yet the rain scalded only the skin,
No, it could not wash away tears.
Clouds of grey fogs my sight.

Where have all the lights gone?
Life's darker than usual-
When have they left the Black?
Life's forgotten other colors-
What have i done to deserve this?
Life's gotten Unfair-

The rules of the game have changed,
Rules of the older game-
Which I played and won,
Why has all that changed?
So, many times did I cheat life in my dreams-
Now love has found the loaded die
And each hand it wins
I lose; and wait my turn.
When is my Turn?

I'm all out of FAITH.

4:56 PM 16-09-2008

There are the worst kind of associations
and affinities, and then there are the
really worse kinds.
Ok, I think I have started off on the wrong
foot.
And no one has a clue about what I am
speaking.
I started speaking to this man, and then
there was a connection, let's call the
connection a sort of affinity.
We found taht we had an affinity towards
passion, and so we talked and talked and
continued exploring the myths and realities
of the same. Yet, there were times we both
failed to underastand where we were getting
swept into, it wasn't a very nice place.
We wanted to spend time together and that
wasn't possible because of the distance,
but our passion grew and pulled us towards
each other. Everday the conversations moved
us from the world we inhabited into a world
that was somewhere between this reality and
the reality we sought.
And then the unthinkable happened. By soem
trick of fate or some lacunae in physics,
the reality and unreality met, I led a Dual
life, one where I live and write this
journal and the other where I am truly
happy, in my complex web of images,
feelings and emotions.
I am going to take you on that journey.

Atrocious Customer Service

Last weekend we visited the lounge bar in The Stadel. There we met with the most atrocious customer service ever. The valet at parking parked our vehicle, when we were ordering drinks we found that one of our Cell Phone had been left behind in the car. When we asked the valet to bring back the car he offered us to get our cellphone from the car itself.

After about 10 mins he returned empty handed.

The manager there refused to believe that our plight was solely the result of unethical behavior of the valet. After many a threats and a huge brawl, we left for the nearest Police Station to lodge a complaint.

10 mins into the drive we received a call informing us that the Cell phone had been found. When we rushed back to collect it we were told that it was our fault as we had dropped it at the parking site, which seemed an unbelievable accusation because at no point were we allowed to go to the parking area.

Such service from a top of the line lounge was shocking what was worse was the absolute denial of any help towards us from the management, who did not do anything to control the situation rather they provided lip service for sometime hoping we would leave and never return.

There is a smelly rat in the way the cell phone turned up immidiately after we left. It seems quite possible that there is a vicious circle working here. Where the phone is reported missing and the lifter offers the phone back after sometime, to the owner in return for some Cash.

It was a shocking experience and it left us wondering how safe are our belongings in the Valet parkings all around this city which hires cheap and un-ethical people for their services.

As they said you throw peanuts and you will only get monkeys.

25th July 2008

I am not an economist.

Yes, everyday I am travelling by Public transport and I found in comparison to 2001 the ticket prices have rocketed. My income has simultaneously gone for an exponential growth, primarily because I have a job for the last 2 years.

In the year 2001 I went to school and came back via public buses, the round trip cost me Rs. 3/- and today one way trip on the similar Bus costs Rs. 6/-

Once a girl shared with me a story that reminded me how stark the differences in economy we see all around, and yet have become so used to seeing it, we hardly ever react.

There is a bamboo bridge that lies across a narrow canal, To cross it you have to pay 25 paise, I am not even sure till I heard the story and crossed the bridge myself that 25 paise still existed. She met a Rickshaw Puller one day who told her that he left his vehicle on the other side because taking it across meant paying 50 paise extra. She said that it is on that day that she realised the value of 50 paise.

There is a Puchkawala who sells his fare on the way to my home; I wondered again how much money does he make everyday. We sometimes argue and pester them for extras.

How lowly do we stoop sometimes!?

There is always more to life, everyday I walk as advised by a friend on my way home from work, and with the music playing in my ears I thought of these things.

As I said before, I am not an economist.

Weight Loss

Terrifying! that is the only word that comes to mind when reading Upamanyu Chatterjee's (UC) Weight Loss.

It is filled with Sex, and in a grotesquely un-funny way which leaves your stomach spinning like on a ride lurching up the runway ready to descend with a rush to the bottom. The rush and the excitement do not come nor does a release come from the fetters of a very bad hashed up case of a paedophile writng his fantasy of the blatantly improbable sex-starved kid.

As he grows into his adulthood he starts experimenting with his sexuality, strangely he is not even sure what he wants. And the poor reader is left perplexed, where is this going, the debauched son moves through the bleak world looking at life as one big orgy.

English August may have been a revelation but Weight loss is a complete lost case and cause.

There is no sense of direction and one is left wondering what the writer thought when he portrayed this character. Augastya may have had his confusions and disillusionment, he did not and need not have given excuse for his exercising or jogging, or his more adventurous activities.

But Bhola moves beyond that, becoming almost immune to any questioning by anybody, his adventures slowly leave his old diary and become real, leaving one wondering how much leeway has the author taken to frame this world of fantasy.

The book is unsettling and leaves one freaking out at the thought of young men in odd shape of Bhola.

It is by far the worst book I have ever read.

LATEST TO WHAT AM SHAKIN!!

Aye Paapi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvL-4jSM9_Y

Pappu Can't Dance Saala
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ox_HqsWbjuI

Milo na Milo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Yjb0nMCmPg

Check out the Youtube Links and Enjoy!!

[Tried uploading the videos but it was taking ages!!]

Jaane tu ya Jaane Na ... was amazing... in comparison Kismat Konnection went Kaput! only thing watchable was Sahid.. n loved his wardrobe, he ought to lend his designer to Madame' Vidya, she looked aged, and plumpy....

Love Story 2050 gave it a pass wud watch Hrithik y c a copy cat?

Original's best!

Sat night Party Rocked... Danced like crazzzy... and mah frnd was too sweet to gt d house DJ to play Pappu Can't Dance my fav currently.. That song jus gets my feet moving like Kabhi kabhi Aditi always brings a smile to my face...

Scooby at Office decided to make a Ringtone out of that Futuristic Sound in Milo na Milo .. dats wat gt me Hooked to it....
Ahem! bt didnt make two bones abt makin fun abt her all the time till she finally changed it...

I can be such a Bitch sometimes!

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

Reading has borne a certain kind of pleasure for me. It has the capacity to pull me out of depression. Books have lost their charm t most people. So, when I splurge 3000 bucks on books, serveral eyebrows are raised, thankfully the archness of the browline to me does not matter.

I have been attempting to diversify just as my work life seems to be on a verge to bifurcate itself, into experimenting with literature.

Karen Rose is a Best seller author about whom I had simply no idea. Realising this I have researched a few International Best Seller Lists like from Herald Tribune and The Times and found 2 authors that I am reading currently.

More on both later.

Recently an article in Graphitti a Sunday suppliment Magazine, spoke about new breeds of Indian writers. I have always had a special liking for Indians writing in English right from Anita Desai to Upamanyu Chatterjee. Yet to have become comepletely oblivious of the literary scene was too much of a shock. Corporate has finally started to immunise me from the Arts of which I was such a proud associator.

As I walked around the Big Book Store I realised how much I had to catch up.

So, an update or two may come this way about books.

However, the reason to have given this the Title .... was less than intriguing, because, I realised unlike a dear friend of mine who has a photographic memory with the capacity to retain whole paragraphs of book he reads, I am terribly short on memory, sometimes gropping even to connect the Title with the Author.

For Eg: I babbled at the Book store about Ken Kesey without being able to say "One flew over the Cuckoo's Nest".

Terrible!

Till I blog in again... I have read Karen's Thriller Die For ME! and 2 of Dean Koontz's Life Expectancy, which was preceeded by Life of PI and Kite Runner....

The combination has been lethal... now am delving into Weight Loss by Upamanyu Chatterjee, and feeling SICK.