long time...first post form the iMac i think...

anyways, lots has happened over the last quater...life is still the same. :-)

everyone thinks i look happier, i do, they ask me, they think i found someone...i just laugh in my head...:-)

anyways corporal punishment and dog stories.

hitting kids to discipline them, right, wrong? if ur my age, you must have surely been slapped, caned, punished. Do you have a grudge? did it help you in any way, or did it just make you dheet (used to). 

I was beaten up, in school, and at home. At school, remember this incident i was slapped without any real reason by my comp sir, slapped 16 times, ear bleeding i went home, didn't tell anyone. that day and today, i have take each and every less then perfect teacher's case, have developed a hate for authority and been a sucker for the weaker guy. 

anyways so did that help, nope it didn't. but that beating was not supposed to help me, it was frustration taken out on me...and thats the point i want to make. 

if a beating is given as a punishment, in the right amount, and it is ensure that the student know why, and understands why, then it is good. Its not a tool to be overused, well always should be underused. More importantly, the person using this tool should be very sure of the reasons, beating out of frustration will create monsters. am reminded of the Brad Pitt movie, 4 guys in prison, beaten up by that singer-actor. anyways. secondly an explanation, along with the punishment is very important. that puts things in context,  and more then an explanation, i think there should be a discussion before hand, ensure that the kid understands what was wrong and why, and then punish, so that the punishment seems justified. 

dogs...any animal for that matter. they are just scared of you, they don't have the intelligence to understand you, they just have the instinct to know that you might hurt them, and for good reason. its now got into their genes i think. so be kind to them, they will not bite you unless they feel threatened. they are always on the defensive, so just let them sniff you once or twice and then pet them..they will be your best friends for ever. 

and do not take out your frustrations on your dog. they are not your punching bags. 

and stop being hypocritical about keeping dogs, keep them as family and call them pets, or keep them as guard dogs and call them that. 

I remember watching 'I dream of Jeanie', not really sure what attracted me to it, but two things I remember from that sitcom was how Jeanie would blink her eyes and things would happen. And the other was the bottle she lived in, that purple colored long mouthed bottle which used to have a round sofa set and all comfort you can imagine.

We all live in our own Jeanie's bottles. We love to live in that protected environment, which is familiar and secure. Where we have built out  comfort zones, where we know where to get everything.

In my case, more then anything the firm I work for is a Jeanie's bottle for me. They give me everything I need, money is good, they ensure that my higher needs of getting respect and feeling powerful are satisfied. They spoil me with random comforts and perks. And not that the work is bad, work is good as well.

But then, I don't know what's happening outside the firm, my work world Is limited to that bottle. Because of the comforts I have, because of the security, you kind of forget your aspirations.

Frankly speaking, any kind of a commitment is like that bottle only, a commitment doesn't let you look beyond. You adjust your expectations to what that commitment can offer, lower you expectations. Only if there are actual problems do you wonder, is there something better outside the bottle?

There are two kinds of people, the ones who love the bottle, and the ones who love living up in the air. The second want to be those animals who roam around the earth, who visit different places, who meet different people, who see the beauty of every place, who fall in love to those places and people, but who don't want to be attached to anything. Who want to see everything, who are more about the breadth then the depth.

 I want to be the second,  and am fighting really hard not to end up the first.

Reminds me of george clooney movie, 'up in the air', the guy must have struggled really hard live that life. I can imagine the amount of opposition of that kind of life, because people want to be secure and attached and labeled. And when he started living that life, he must have been lonely, alone in his quest. Because  you have to be uber lucky to find someone who wants to go on an unending journey.

I think, that life is what everyone should live unless you have something or someone that makes it worth sticking around, makes it worth spending your life in that bottle, and mind you, without compromising, without lowering your expectations. Even after knowing everything, knowing what out there, you wanna stick around.

I have been flying around for 10 years now, and have become aware of it, and have started liking it for at least three years now. And the one who'd make me wanna stick around has come and...

PS - this is written 'Up in the air', literally, on a flight to home to fight another of those battles.

And I won't review 'Up in the air' but although I find something or the other in most movies I see, there are very few where I see my own reflection. 'Up in the air' was one…!

Take care

ank

awareness...

so every yoga / meditation class i have attended, the one objective that the trainer has told us is to be more aware. I have always wondered what being more aware is...hearing that butterfly in the traffic, knowing that a speed breaker is coming.

i am the passive kinds, i like to be in a trance always, not spaced out mind you, but basically i love to be within my own thoughts. and the best example of this is when i am driving, i always have those sound blocking earphones in my ears, am mostly wearing dark glasses, and so manage to block the world out. and am mostly thinking of what i am thinking. i am mostly not paying attention to the road, but always have a sense of the traffic or where i have to go, but am never never paying attention to the road.

but then that is not awareness. or is it?

it took, of all people, to make me realize what that is.

awareness is knowing, quiet implicitly what is going on around you, and maybe even the reason behind it. To be knowing the not so obvious.

to know that you are in a sulky mood, and to know know why, maybe.

to know that the uncle listening to the group leader doesn't know the language.

and yes, to also spot that kite carrying a long piece of cable in its beak (i did yesterday).

awareness makes ur life more richer, more colorful, simply because you start seeing more and more things. and u start growing.

how to get there, well i am not there yet, but to get there, you first need to make space in ur own head, you need to lessen the noise (which can simply be done by making sense of the noise, i you can acknowledge all the thoughts coming in ur head, if you can become aware of them, they will simply vanish). and thats where yoga helps, a lot.

i'll blog again about meditation, but what i do and suggest everyone to simply do is to just sit at a spot with eyes closed for about 30 mins straight. not move, not speak, do not open ur eyes whatever happens, just sit quietly. and do that every day for a week at least. at the end of the week, u'll feel different, and mostly better.

anywyas...

Couple of explanations

Diff between trance and spaced out - well trance ur not completely blocking the outside, but sieving it really. u let in what you want to accept. Spaced out is temporarily being lost in thought, and not really being able to pay attention to what is going around you. Trance is more like the the 'away' status on an IM client, as soon as a message arrives or as soon as you make a movement, it changes to green. Spaced out is as simple as sleep.

How does wearing black glasses block the world out, the world can't see my eyes, so they can't make out what i am thinking, gives me a sense of privacy.

the blind side...

so am gonna keep this real short and crisp...

the title...is based on the movie, the movie called for a dedication, and so here it is.

well the movie is great, and Sandra Bullock was fabulous, she won an Oscar and totally deserved it. Its amazing when people give such unexpected performances.

anyways the blog is more about one thought, which was triggered by Bullocks comments in the acceptance speech. She said that she was lucky to have a mom who taught here all the right things, who let her make her own choices. And that was exactly the character she plays in the movie.

Well my question is, why don't you find more parents like them. Every parent wants to be the best parent in the world, every parent wants to do what is best of their kid, atleast till its their kid, and has not become a grown up well educated thankless son...but still, every parent influences their kids in negative ways. Every parent, some time or the other has shouted or beaten up their kid for no fault of the kids, out of their own frustrations et al. well why?

because to be a perfect parent, you need to have had a perfect parent for yourself, who provided a perfect life. because everytime some problems come in your life, it affects you, changes you, and you move slightly away from being that perfect parent..!

Sandra Bullock in the movie seemed to be happy in all ways, successful, she didn't have any problems of her own, good marriage, money, great kids, and so was able to take that additional responsibility, and be a good mom. but not everyone is.

not as short and crisp as i wanted it to be...

anyways.

from the art of living...!

...and added to by me, hopefully you'll be able to make out which is which!!! :-)

1. the state of being high is very very similar to the state u reach after meditation. First one requires less effort.

2. "the most used compartment in a man's brain is the 'nothing compartment" - Russel Peters. "Meditation is nothing but the art of getting to a state of nothingness" - from the Art of Living. "Men are mostly always meditating" - the humble me

3. plain as vanilla right...well try describing vanilla to someone who has never had it, mighty difficult to describe something that plain!!! Somethings just have to be experienced in life, cannot be described. or maybe somethings are so plain that they don't have any attributes to describe them by..!

4. "20 minutes of this surdarshankriya is equivalent to 4 hours of sleep, if not more". Yea right, am awake at 4 in the morning!!!

5. First there is awareness, then comes action...and finally success...or like me, believe in 'ignorance is bliss'

6. so there is Shakti - Power, Yukti - Skill and Bhakti - Prayer, three things required to succeed in anything. The first two I understand, but frankly Bhakti, or saying 'i have done everything i could, rest is in your hands' is just an excuse you find in case you don't succeed.

7. There is no selfless act, says the great Phoebe, and Art of living says 'everyone should be selfish'..!

8. So the instructor asks for some examples, and this guy starts giving office examples. Come to think of it, we only do such 'think about urself, look inside kinda courses @ work'

9. People are seriously unaware, while sharing our experiences about 3 random kind acts we had to do the day before, everyone was speaking in English. No one noticed the most enthu guy was a 60+ year old uncle who didn't understand english, and so was not able to contribute, and slowly that expression of gleeful enthusiasm turned to self conscious disappointment...none of us did the kind act of speaking in Hindi.

10. Get up at 5:15 in the morning, so that i can go to this place and sleep again at 6:15 AM. Yoga / meditation or whatever it is that we do, surely gets me amazing sleep!!!

11. If you think something is wrong, never even do it once, especially thinking, 'ek baar hi hai, will not do it again', because believe me, you will do it again and soon although you still think its wrong, you'll also start thinking, 'chalta hai', and will become used to doing the things you never thought you will, never wanted to do. So, don't start, once it starts you won't be able to end it...and i am sorry for you if its already started..!

Still WIP btw...!

dog vs man...a short story!!!

dil to bacha hai ji - Part II

the song is here now the post...

wanted to see this movie as soon as i saw the preview the first time, and unlike what the reviews said, it was as good as i thought it would be. there was something missing, couldn't make out what though.

but then the post is about those subtle hidden things that you can take meaning out of, maybe because you have had similar experiences, or you just connect with it. thats the thing about these arty types movies, its like a painting, you see abstract art, and you, depending on ur experiences, on your perspective, can see things which others don't.

anyways, i love the juxtaposition of the two characters, of romanticism vs flamboyance, and how at the end, you realise, what ever your style, pyaar to pyaar hi hai, danke ki chot par karo yaa chup chup kar mann hi mann main!!! loved that.

how vidya's character, shows that a woman can do anything for love and revenge, how they can use people to get what they want, and how neither does the woman feel really guilty neither you, the used, feel revengeful (bad and hurt yes, but u can understand it), because ultimately, if you know love, u know this was done for love, and as the saying goes, all is fair in love and war....

and thats why i loved the ending, where the three of them end up as friends, well the dudes are still in love, but then what is true love but the fact that you feel happy that the loved one is happy, even if with someone else...!

the dialogues were good, the director hinted at what he wanted to say, and left the rest for you to interpret.

the setting, ah, eastern UP, it has a charm of its own, rustic as it is, it never ceases to suprise. the hindi...so sweet and beautiful, even curse words like MC BC sound good...i miss staying there!!!

naseer was his usual self, and this should have been easy for warsi and vidya, who looked classically beautiful.

i liked how the director created some suspense, he showed the burn marks on Vidya, and explained it later...

some gems in the movie...kuku, sena main bharti hona hai, teri lu kya and such...

also the fact, and something i have written about before, and is not very easily justifiable, sometimes its ok to do the wrong thing for just the sake of momentary happiness, in this case, vidya's sleeping with warsi or flirting with naseer to get some affection, i know most would say that it was just a ploy, but well not completely, nothing is ever black or white, life is always grey...

the two songs are awesome, dil to bacha hai ji applied to all three protagonist and frankly to all of us. right so, nahi to life main majja hi kya, whats the point of living an always serious faultless life??!?

and for once, bharadwaj named his movie appropriately...couldn't be better named.

so many other things i can't remember, blame it on my pathetic short term memory, but all in all a great movie...one for the collection.

PS: had loads of fun watching the movie with friends, partly because of the movie and its dialogues and situations, and partly because of the comment baazi (intentional and unintentional) of our group...saw it in one of the cheaper multiplexes and was good to see people hooting and whistling and loud bouts of laughter all around. this was one of those movies, where the atmosphere added to the movie...

i live by the adage 'experience everything' which includes understanding every song if not living it...i have seen many bollywood (not the hyperbolic ones, but a toned down version of them as well) playing in my life, sometimes as the protagonist and sometimes as a side character. and this is so true about ishiqiya...lets see if KANK comes true as well!!!

also on a seperate note, i am happy that most of my friends and acquaintances don't read my blog, or maybe they do and i don't know about it, but it lets me write what i want to write, if there was some way of knowing who visits my blog, i wouldn't have been this frank, am more naseer then warsi, lets see who wins (or maybe both loose)!!! See... :-)

am almost finishing up on hurt locker, another review coming soon...well maybe!!!

take care

Ciao!!!

i don't know, you decide...

was on a flight from Ahmedabad to Bangalore yesterday, and something happened, and i can't decide whether i was right or wrong...but am sorry in any case.

so the build up...the flight was 1.5 hours late, it finally arrived and we were comfortably seated. all well till now, the engine starts revving up, u know like just before running down the runway for take-off, how the engine gains full power, you can feel it in ur bones, but the plane was just standing on the tarmac, and was almost at full power...i tell myself its not a helicopter.
soon a lot of mechanics came running to the plane, and after 20 minutes of what seemed like no activity from the window of the plane, the go ahead was given. the plane starts rolling and a rythemic grinding sound starts coming, every driven a cycle, heard that sound when something on the rim rubs agains the brakes, similar sound, just very very loud, almost screechy. ok, i am a bit alarmed.15 more minutes of standstill waiting just before the take-off and i am thinking something is wrong. apparently not, the flight takes of smoothly.
I am seated at the second emergency exit, 13A, someone is at 12A, and then two other people at 13C n 12C. The flight attendants comes to explain the procedure to open the 15 Kg door, and starts with, 'you are sitting at the emergency exit door, will you be will to open it during an emergency' and this guy on 12A, a very well built guy wearing black shades and a black shirt goes 'No'. the rest of us and the flight attendant stare at him to see if we heard right, well we did, his seat is changed. Who says 'No'!!!
we ascent, the pilot tells us on the PA that we are 37,000 feet, outside temp is -49C, and i think, if you would have to crash the plane, you could just open the emergency door. am sure there are some kinds of safeguards.
and then the guy on 12C proposes to the female flight attendant, she couldn't stop blushing for the next 20 mins, and couldn't help smiling every time he passed him for the rest of the time. Her male counterpart kept on making fun of her throughout. not part of the buildup but worth mentioning.

12A (window seat next to emergency door) is empty and this guy moves from his seat a couple of rows ahead to 12A, almost hops, very sudden. a flag goes up, it mostly does in my head when i see something out of the ordinary expected, just me being my curious self. i start observing the guy, muslim guy, bearded, wearing a crushed kurta pajama with a sweater and one of those woolen monkey caps, carrying a red colored handbag, with something written in urdu on it.
i catch his eye, am wearing my black raybans, and his glares into my eyes, doesn't blink...
he keeps on looking out of the window, so much so that his nose is stuck to the window glass. very very fidgety, keeps on unbuckling and rebuckling his safety belt, keeps on looking back and front, all sudden movements.
seems so agitated, i start getting a bit concerned.
now he keeps on staring towards the back, towards the loo's i think, and then suddenly gets up halfway and looks towards the front, signals or something. another guy catches his eyes, and there is this look of understanding in his eyes, accomplice.
now i am concerned, its been almost 45 mins, and my noisy head is full of thoughts. two possibilities, second being he is a first time traveler, you would expect them to be a bit nervous. this guy is grown up, in his late 40's, you would expect some control on his emotions. second thought, if it were the obvious, then he'd actually be quiet, try not getting any attention to him. thats how its in the movies...
meanwhile he keeps at it, still not calm, still as agitated if not more, almost expect him to stand up and start saying his prayers anytime now. and i tell myself, u'd be luck to get to blr this time'

so i take the decision of informing someone, go up to the flight attendant at the back, say, 'i don't want to be alarmist, but the guy in front of me is kinda concerning, is very agitated, keeps on moving in his seat a lot...et al', and the flight attendant asks me my seat, 13A, and he goes ah the guy with the cap, and i say yes.
anyways come back to my seat, and after about 5 mins, his 'accomplice' moves to 12B...not good. they both start fidgeting, one bends forwards...and then suddenly both get up, go to the back toilets, one in each, on the way the guy with the cap signals to some guy on of the back seats. i seriously was preparing for them to come out with weapons...!

they don't, they come back, and start talking. the guy with the cap asks the female flight attendant for some tea who gets it for him and smiles at the guy on 12B. they start talking casually, the guy on 12B showing and explaining stuff in the plane, and pointing out of the window and all....
first time traveler.

now i am feeling guilty, a little bit, tell myself better safe then sorry. tell myself, its not even an error of judgement, anyone observing would have come to the same conclusion. but i don't know, you decide. i know why i was a bit more hyper, and i am a very very calm, quite fearless guy most of the time, but then all the movies and all the news has changed me, unconsciously. tan said day before that u like it or not, u want it or not, all these things do affect you unconsciously, and it had.

my sincere apologies to the guy at 12A, i am thankful that the flight attendants didn't over react, because if they would have, it would have ruined a first time travelers experience, caused him embarrassment and justifiably angered him and would have exposed my hypocrisy.

My apologies.

dil to bachcha hai ji...!

was thinking of this some time back...i have gone through such highs and lows, i would expect myself to have become a bit numb, a bit immune.

neither am i immune, nor am i numb...am still alive, thankfully!!!

and then today found this song...describes my kiddish, always hopeful heart quiet well...

if i am asked, and i have been asked,

would you prefer a more stable, less eventfull,

and ultimately easier life,

i wouldn't...life should have crests and troughs,

the higher and the deeper the better

life should be interesting always,

whats the point of just being alive,

you should feel alive.

cheers to that,

and to a hundred more crests and troughs...

enjoy,

ank.

humility...so undervalued!!!

so a fb status and comments on it. i started bloggin about this twice and stopped...didn't have very clear thoughts about it, but then its something which has been on my mind (and frankly pissing me off) since the start of this year, so here goes.

Arrogance, as defined, is the state of having overbearing pride...arrogance gets a lot of mileage, i have seen arrogant people get a lot of attention and sometimes respect as well, respect mostly out of fear i guess, but still. where as people who are humble, have the undervalue quality of humility, are just taken for granted. they are liked, no doubt about it, but mostly are not respected.

arrogance coming out of some achievements is ok i guess, u have achieved something that others haven't and so you are proud of it, but i still believe the higher being is the one who achieves a lot, and still stays down to earth, it is a level of confidence which doesn't require you to showcase ur achievements.

its like the Nouveau riche, or people who get quick rich out of startups or something, you can always make out, flashy cars, flashy clothes, the places the visit and how they act. compare to people who are rich since generations, their is a subtle touch to them, they seem far more classy...

anyways the two comments left above...first is of course about me, i, i think, surely others do, used to be really arrogant, and that mostly was the bad kind of arrogance, not achieved anything, but people and myself saw potential, and i was basically capitalizing on basis of future unrealized potential. guess happens with every kid out in college, atleast those who haven't lived a tough life, who have gone through the hardships, who have been provided for, but then u start going through experiences which humble you, you start failing at ur dreams and realized that their is a big factor called luck, and their are circumstances, and forces bigger then what you can control, heck, bigger then what you can understand, and the arrogance dies off, slowly, surely. i wish i could tell the kids i see now a days about this, but guess that is how life goes, u have to go through ur own disappointments, ur own failures, to realize we are all human, and the end all equal.

the second, by an American, tells so much...about them, about why they are successful. if you have achieved something, talk about it, hell, get a loudspeaker and shout it out...and frankly, working for American company, talking to a lot of people, somewhere i have started realizing its not wrong. selling urself is not bad, 'let ur work speak for you" doesn't always work, or atleast, takes a long time for people to just realize ur work..but ensure u have something to back it up with.

but still the entire thought of talking about urself, somehow feels ichy...guess just the indian mentality.

sorry for the rant, if thats what you think it is (it true :) )

later

ank

the new age government job...

as soon as you start getting comfortable...its time to quit what you are getting comfortable...that, in my mind, is the only way to keep on moving forward.

well yea big big statement, now where it came out from.

so when i joined my current job, i knew from the start that this was not what i really wanted to do. frankly, i don't want to do a job, i want something of my own, but this job was not that bad. i got good work, i enjoyed what i did, got good money, which led to a comfy life. but then this was not what i wanted to do...

now i have gotten used to it, which means if i want to move on, it will be double difficult, once their is a lack of inspiration, secondly, their is a lack of push too. i am comfortable being stationary.

was talking to my ex team lead...he made the same point. you get good money, you get respect, you feel good about your self and you end up spending your life here. because life is comfy, you don't really want anything else. but then at the end, you haven't achieved your dream. you are still a rat at a new age version of a govt job.

well...my jobs a bit better, but still not there...

anyways got inspired watching chak de to write this post.

later...

the best way to get over politics is to just work...

thats the last piece of advice my team lead gave me...and for someone i didn't like to start off with, i now find most of what he says very meaningful.

i don't really look up to people, the question which is usually asked to people, 'who is your idol?' mostly leaves me baffled. i always sheepishly answer, my dad, which is true but i also know how cliche'd it sounds...

i don't really look up to people because most of the people i have met have some qualities, but the life they have lived is not really extra ordinary. they are not extra ordinary people, just normal people with some extra ordinary qualities. they don't inspire me....they are not wholistic enough for me.

come to think of it the only person except for dad who has inspired me is Chacko sir, my physics prof in 11-12th, but then again, i didn't really see too much of him to justify it.

but i have seen a lot of kumsha (that's his login), and i am inspired. i didn't like him to start with, mistakenly took him to be a dilliwala, which he was, but then over the last three years, he has changed a lot.

kumsha was always a mystery to me, i have not met anyone who follows his dreams, who is an idealist but knows that the practical political world devours the idealist, who has compromised somethings to retain what was the most important to him, to retain his idealism. ofcourse on this journey, this struggle to be what he is, he has been humbled, but that humility has only made him more clear and more sure of his ideals.

in a long discussion (more like mentoring session) once, he told me that i need to change to be more acceptable, i need to become more diplomatic and political and all that. but then at the end, the one thing he told me which actually inspired me to take on the world was 'don't change so much that you are not what you are'...meaning give in 20% if it helps you retain the rest 80%, but if someone asks you to change that 80%, just don't. and i really loved what he said.

intelligent, strategist, visionary, a good executioner when need be, a mentor and a friend, and a pretty good philosopher ...kumsha is all that and more. he is driven by his dreams, add to that a very fun loving guy...

he also has a great personal life, which is kinda opposite to what chika once said 'either have a successful marriage, or a successful career, both don't come together', i was surprised to know he married his school time sweet heart...was so curious about it and asked so many questions about it, that his wife ultimately commented, 'he IS the inquisitive one'...

Sharad, this is for you, its good to know that people who have followed the path i have chosen don't always end up big time losers!!!

i will miss having you around to save my ass...and to give me the much required pep talks. for me you are my first and best team lead...

best of luck...and take care.

we killed our mother...

thats a quote from 'the Avatar' and for me something which, more then anything else sets the movie apart.

avatar is a great movie...the Fx made me go 'fuck amazing' after a long time...3D makes it just better. the plot has been used quite a bit, a hero goes to fight someone and finally realizes he is not fighting against the evil, but for the evil, and changes sides and wins the war....but then someone told me, their are only three basic plots, well am sure there are more then three, but not that many...

what matters is the presentation...and well, this movie presented the idea in a very different way. the entire idea of humans going to another planet, trying to build relations with the civilization their, and ultimately trying to run them over, was quite unique. mostly its the other way around.

so back to the quote...the movie passes a very subtle message, we are killing our our mother, our mother earth. we are using it up for our comfort, and soon we won't have anything left to use up. we are killing all that which makes the world a beautiful place to live in.

think of the na'vi as the human civilization 10,000 years ago, and it makes sense. i guess thats what Cameroon was thinking about. what happened to enjoying the beauty around the world. valuing that beauty and making sure we don't destroy it...today we create cities by destroying that beauty, and then try to recreate that beauty in the city as theme parks...kinda ironic.

makes me also think this...what is the purpose of all the progress, what are we progressing at. from what is see, everything we do is just to make our, the human civilization's life to be more comfortable, and to have a longer life to enjoy the comfort...

guess it all comes down to the so call human tendency of never being satisfied, or always wanting to move forward...but maybe we are instead moving backwards.

other comments on the movie...well people complained that it was only 3D in parts, maybe you just got so transfixed on the movie, you forgot it was 3D, if you know what i mean. i liked the fact that at one point, which came quite early in the movie, the story took over from the graphics...

the time shown in the video logs says LST...think it should be PST (pandora standard time)

their were a few gaps in the movie, or maybe i just missed out on somethings..the synapses, all trees are connected idea was not developed. also the transferring of souls part was a bit far fetched even for 2154...but i loved the idea of you controlling another living creature by just connecting to them...i think that is coming in our lifetime. also what the hell was unobtanium...it has a Wikipedia page though.

a friend, just returned from the States commented that the movie also passed a strong message against US...well don't wanna comment on that.

anyways long post...

and yea, am putting this on FB simply because i thought there was a very subtle point being made which needs to be highlighted, in the small way that i can.

take care

PS: is it a coincidence that this coming out in conjunction to Copenhagen, yeah yeah, me making too much out of the 'subtle message' now!!!

life at its ironic best...

Scene I

9 year old boy, innocence personified, arrives in a new city...

goes to his new school, find out his aunt is the principal...

aunt asks the teacher to take him to the two sections of Class 5, so that he can choose...

boy walks in the lobby, wondering, how do i choose a section...

passes by 5A first...peeks in...and the first thing his eyes set on is a girl...and thats all he see's...

teacher pulls him to section B, tells this is the better section...better students better childrent...

then the question, 'beta, which section'...ummm...5A madame!!!

Scene II

an year has passed, boy is well settled, one of the top five rankers, and the class monitor...

the girl...ah the girl, is also one of the top five rankers...but he is in lovvveeeeee...

the boy has made friends...his best friend, also in the top five...is also in lovvveeee...

with the same girl...

they best friend...writes a love note to the girl...in the name of the boy...

the girl cries, the teacher summons the boy...shows the love note... 'I LOVE YOU GIRL - BOY'

the boy cries...i didn't write this...

the detective teacher say - 'write a love not exactly like, we will compare the handwriting'

the super bhondu boy write the love note exactly like that...

now the teacher compares the two love notes, both say...'I LOVE YOU GIRL - BOY'

and the teacher shouts out ' Eureka, it was you after all'

and the boy sheepishly says - 'but..but, you asked me to write it exactly like it!!!'

and the girl and boy don't talk for a long long time...

Scene III

the winters come and go...and the girl and boy don't talk...

but the bhondu boy is a good boy, and the girl sees this...

and then the sweet girl talks to the bhondu boy...

and love blossoms...and the world is rosy again...

the boy falls sick...and the girl comes meet the boy with her mum...

and the boy watches her go back all the way home...

and then the girl falls of the stairs and breaks her back...and the boy visits her with his mum...

and the girl would have watched him go all the way home if she could get off the bed...

the best friend is jealous...doesn't talk to the boy.

and passes taunts...and becomes super competitive...

and fights with the boy...and humilates him at cricket...

and kicks him out of the group...

but who cares...the boy is in love and his life is set...

if only...

Scene IV

the boys dad gets transferred, damn marketing job...

and the boy moves to a new, big city...

and the best friend, when saying goodbye has a sinister look on his face...

and the boy is heart broken

but the boy doesn't forget the girl...

and writes to her, every week...religiously...

and draws big hearts...and sprinkles sparkles and spray perfume...i think

and cycles to the post office, looks at the letters like its his will...and posts it...

and waits and waits and waits...

did i write my address right...did the best friend take over...is she ok...

and he waits and waits...

morning and evening, dad after day he tracks the postman...

but the letter doesn't come...

and then out of the blue...it does...

and his heart floats...he doesn't need anything more...

and he starts writing another one...more hearts, more sprinkles, better perfume,

and cycles to the post office and post the letter...

he waits, confident that the next reply will settle everything...

but no letter comes, morning and evening, days and weeks...no letter comes.

event he postman changes...but no letter comes...

and then the big city takes over, a new girl, but no letters this time...

but he doens't forget the girl...

scene 'i forgot the count'

the boy grows up...does well for himself...

shifts to an even bigger city

many relationships have come and gone...

the boy still remembers the girl...

and the world has changed...

the world is now moved from snail mail to email to Facebook...

and one night the boy searches for the girl on Facebook...

but as luck would have it...he finds the best friend...

who also is in a big city...at a good job and now...married...

and a fleeting thought crosses the boys mind...

and he, with trembling fingers, clicks on his marriage connection...

and after 12 longs years...finds his girl!!!

true story...

Tiger Woods and his 11 mistresses, for almost all of us, its just a news, masala. I like the way he has handled his disgresssions though, very dignified, ironic isn't it. Frankly speaking, i am not opinionated about what he did, its not my place to judge, i don't know the full story, believe no one does.

anyways had a theory about this, why the people at the top, people who have proven themselves to be the best of the best of our society, do such things. well, replace people with men actually. this is specific to us, the still to evolve sex.

so my theory is this, these guys are basically the top of the food chain, they are the alpha males, and as per the rules of the animal world, the alpha male gets the chicks...a lot of them, its biology, they need to spread their seeds, the best seeds their are!!! and thats what they do. ...

but our human alpha males can't, they are married and committed and all that. so they can't, society doesn't like it. the problem is marriage and commitment are not something which is natural, they are acquired traits, but alpha males needs to spread seeds is very natural very instinctive...so, conflict is inevitable!!! can't blame guys for it, can ya??!?

:)))

well that was that, girls reading this, please don't abuse me too much. am not gonna do it...am never gonna be the alpha male anyways. ;-)

btw - BOBILLI VIJAY KUMAR, writes about sports for the Times of India, and i have found him really good, his article about Federrer after he lost to Nadal was a classic. and this one, linked here is sarcastic and quite funny.

anyways, to more serious topics...

yesterday we got into a debate on whether its good to be an idealist. the examples were from music world and FB, its origins. A very idealist guy from the North East, (a region where i think we have the most idealist youth living, something to learn for the rest of the country) made a point that why can't you just do something for the love of it, why should everything be a business, should generate a profit...

why can't we just live on ideals, on the fact that i make my own kind of music and i want to share it with people who like it, why should i have to commercialize it??

well thats where the conflict is, if you want to make your music and you don't really care about what people think about it, whether someone listens to it or not, thats idealism, what every happens you won't change it. the moment you want others to like it, appreciate it, their goes your idealism, the moment you want to spread ur music, you are already on your path to commercializing it.

i gave the example of Fb, Zuckerberg started out with FB as a way to keep in touch with people at Harvard, he a pretty little server, he wrote the app, and since he didn't really put in any additional money into it, it was a zero profit zero loss for him. then came other universities, who wanted to use the app, and so he said, ok, let me put in 10 other servers (made an investment here) and share it with others. At some point the dude must have realized, 'this has potential' and must have approached the Venture capitalists, or maybe the other way round. well thats when he turned it into a business.

Nothing wrong with it, and i think, if you want to spread you idea, you need to make a business out of it. as for your ideals, well you many times have to give some...

Rehman today, has western tones to his music, maybe to commercialize it, maybe to get acceptance, the point is, he, at that point might have decided, 'ok, so what if in a album of 10 songs, 1 is not really what i want, i at least get 9 of my songs across.' the question is when do you stop, if you end up with all 10 songs of what the 'public' demands, then you lost out.

take care...me off to cycling.

ank

friends..

yup yup...friends again, but this time, not only the sitcom but 'you have clowns for friends' group of friends that i have in blr...

i have watched friends everyday for 10 years now...i remember it started on Star World 10 years ago...it started, if i remember right, on the first day of my 12th board exams. if ur an Indian, you know what 12th board is, its basically ur career, and everyone, everyone is tense. ur parents treat you extra special, people call up on a daily basis to ask 'kevu gaayu exam aaje'...but their is also this hanging tension anywhere you go..ur home, ur friends home...the streets even. '12th na boards chale che' atmosphere anywhere you go....

anyways, which is a word i think i picked up from Friends, although the 's' at the end is mine, well anyways, i missed it the first day, and then negotiated with my parents that i will take a break between 9 - 9:30 to watch friends, and study the rest of the time. i loved it the first time i saw it, didn't understand it too much, but just friends hanging around all day long and having fun...used to laugh a lot, and that used to vaporise the tense cloud around me.

over the years...friends has been a constant companion, sometimes just to entertain, sometimes to support me. i remember watching 5 episodes back to back when i had my accident, and wanted to sleep but was too scared too....it started many conversations, one song, gave me many analogies and many lines.

today, after watching the re-run over re-run, and living through my life along side, i realize that friends was so popular, is so popular, because over its run of 10 seasons, i has all kinds of situations, everything that people just outta school, going to their jobs, living alone expect to experience, and so you connect. the best part is, it showcases each of that situation with a funny tone, there is always a line by one of those six which cuts through the tension, and u leanr that sometimes, always, laughing over ur situation is maybe the best way of living it.

i today have a group of very similar friends, we are 7, and we do all the same things. relationship crap, work woes, drama in life, and the individuals, each different, each very well defined.

and they are fun to be with, we have accept each other, questions each other on the way we are, but always to make each other better, never imposed. we know mostly everything about each other, all the gory details, we know that some are a bit perverted, that some are selfish, that some are kiddish, some are drama queens, some are too rigid, and almost all have a level of kaminapanti...but we all are great friends. we share and have fun.

and we entertain each other, there are small time situations happening on a daily basis, and there is huge drama around each situation, but each such situation is handled with a level of humour which makes the situation fun, easy to handle. ofcourse you also get support to handle that situation.

i never wanted to belong to a group, but here, without even knowing it, i do. and its been a life saver many times.

cheers to my friends...to sandha, dude, shogo, kauky, shaitan, mai, me and some more who come and go...and to friends, i hope never to get bored of it!!!

best friend / boy friend

'Marry your best friend, nothing is better' - i read this long time back in an article...

Someone asked me, what if you are more compatible with your guy best friend, more then ur boy friend...

and that led into a series of conversations on the topic.

Well, i think a boyfriend and a best friend are two different things. your expectations are different. you expect support from the best friend, you expect the best friend to question you, advice you...

you expect security from the boy friend, you expect him to be possessive about you...

ur expectations not satisfied by a best friend don't hurt that much, but not the same with a boy friend, simply because you feel a 'haq' on him. you feel he owes you that.

If you go shopping together with ur bestfriend, and the two of you will mostly argue on it, but with a boy friend, there will be a sense of disappointment, 'ah you don't like this' kinds.

also, it would be ideal if ur boyfriend is also your best friend, very ideal, but doesn't happen often. guys anyways are dumb idiots, i was giving an example that the fact ur boyfriend hears ur rants for an hour on the phone, is a big thing for him. stop cribbing about him not understanding what you are saying.

but boyfriends need to be trained, tuned to ur frequency, and that takes patience...this is one thing which perfects over a lifetime, if its perfect at the start...it'll become boring afterwards...

Soulmates is what i believed in, believe in...but someone told me about soul people group, basically meaning you can't everything from one person...but a group of people...makes sense sometimes. but yea nothing better then finding ur soulmate.

sorry for the girl talk, am gonna visit an auto show later in the day, so will write about some macho stuff soon...;-)

later.

ank