Crazy world... insane thoughts
It's like the title says...

Time for a RACE!!

Monday, March 31, 2008

Too many twists and turns... nothing is certain here!
Things move at a breakneck speed and there are no absolute blacks and whites. Everyone is imbued with deep shades of grey. So whom to root for??

The acting is good, the music is better and the stunts are definitely worth a watch. The horses and bods make for some great watching too...
The twists and turns keep one on edge till the end... yes - the end!
I kind of identify with Ranbirs (Saif) character. Play by the rules - but don’t hesitate to stretch them if required. Never forget or forgive. Do unto others as they would to you. But keep the moral scorecard clean by not striking the first blow.
Bips and Katrina play their roles effortlessly - bitches to the hilt. Though Bips manages to evoke some sympathy for her ordeals in life Katrina is just power hungry.
Anil is wasted as the fruit eating Police inspector who takes bribes through a charity foundation rather than directly - at least he keeps the public perceptions clean. Ms.Reddy is completely wasted as the BLONDE assistant... at least they should have dyed her hair... it’d have been more effective. Maybe they could have switched roles for Katrina and her. I think that would have been a better casting.
Akshay is the perennial loser.. never really getting ahead in the RACE!!

The key to winning is to focus on WINNING rather than making the other guy lose. You might disagree - but it’s the attitude on trial here.
Maybe we all know that good triumphs in the end, as in most films.... but one has to watch this till the end to realize that.

Definitely worth a watch!
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Two Faced me!!

Monday, March 31, 2008

Sometimes I wish I had 2 heads (... and thereby 2 faces).
One for work and one for home. One for business and one for pleasure. One to handle the boss and one to appease the wife. Oh - for a compartmentalized world & life.

There is a stark difference between the 2 lives that I lead. I’m a different person at home from the one I am at work. It’s not something I plan for - guess it just happens.

The transition period between the 2 causes friction - generally when transiting from WORK to HOME. The aggression & assertive tendencies take some watering down once i get into the car to get home.
It leads me to wonder if i’m doing a good job on either of the roles...
I wish I could be dual faced and say what was politically correct rather than what I perceive to be RIGHT.
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Grr..points of view!!

Saturday, March 29, 2008
A few lines that I picked up from the internet..... for a few people that I know....!!


1. Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!
2. Are you always so stupid or is today a special occasion?
3. As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?
4. I'd like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?
5. At least there's one thing good about your body. It isn't as ugly as your face!
6. Brains aren't everything. In fact, in your case they're nothing
7. Careful now, don't let your brains go to your head!
8. I like you. People say I've no taste, but I like you.
9. Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?
10. If I had a face like yours. I'd sue my parents!
11. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent!
12. Don't get insulted, but is your job devoted to spreading ignorance?
13. Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent!
14. Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?
15. Don't think, it may sprain your brain!
16. Fellows like you don't grow from trees; they swing from them.
17. He has a mechanical mind. Too bad he forgot to wind it up this morning.
18. He has a mind like a steel trap-always closed!
19. You are a man of the world-and you know what sad shape the world is in.
20. He is always lost in thought-it's unfamiliar territory.
21. He is dark and handsome. When it's dark, he's handsome.
22. He is known as a miracle comic. if he's funny, it's a miracle!
23. He is listed in Who's Who as What's That?
24. He is living proof that man can live without a brain!
25. He is so short, when it rains he is always the last one to know.
26. He is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot.
27. How come you're here? I thought the zoo is closed at night!
28. How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open?
29. How much refund do you expect on your head now that it's empty.
30. How would you like to feel the way you look?
31. Hi! I'm a human being! What are you?
32. I can't talk to you right now; tell me, where will you be in the next 10 years?
33. I don't want you to turn the other cheek; it's just as ugly.
34 I don't know who you are, but whatever you are, I'm sure everyone will agree with me.
35. I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works.
36. I could make a monkey out of you, but why should I take all the credit?
37. I can't seem to remember your name, and please don't help me!
38. I don't even like the people you're trying to imitate, if you are at all.
39. I know you were born silly, but why did you have a relapse?
40. I know you're a self-made man. It's nice of you to take the blame!
41. I know you're not as stupid as you look. Nobody could be!
42. I've seen people like you, but I had to pay admission!
43. Why are you so stupid today? Anyway, I think that's very typical of you.
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FLASHBACK!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008
My life just flashed in front of me. It’s a sign. Nobody need tell me that because I’ve known it for sometime now. Its just that i’d hate to leave tasks unfinished. I’ve lived the good life for what it’s worth and have no complaints - just a few regrets that maybe i’d do a few things differently. Maybe the route would have been different. The destination however, is something that I am happy with.

Every moment from hereon is a gift. So i shall treat it as such.

We are traveling to work and my wife is beside me. Her eyes are closed as she catches a quick nap before her time in court. She cannot see me as I am. I closed my eyes and that’s when it began.

Moments from school at Campion, incongruous memories from college & a few happy scenes from my MBA. It was like watching a movie and myself evolving - all in 3rd person. Those moments - when my first crush requested me to wear a tuxedo as we attended a wedding in Bangalore. The taunts of my classmates for those 6 years in school which drove me nuts. I spent the next 10 years building on my persona - refusing to be cowed down by anyone or anything.

I still remember receiving the General proficiency award and all the other awards in class 3 as i swept away all honors. Then the pain of being alone as a year was spent in Rajkumar college, Rajkot - an exclusive boarding school - but without the comfort of having mom around at mealtimes. The health took a beating then and since dad was also bedridden with a slip disc - nobody came to see me. So i was all alone in the Medical ward and wondered why no one came.

Then the time that I had this seemingly bright idea that i’d put in Valentines cards for all the cute girls in the building. Hopefully one would think of me at least. I put in the unknown admirer cards - but no one called me / thought it was me - because I’d always been perceived as a bookworm.

There was the scene from my 21st birthday as Dad made me take that first puff on a Cuban cigar. I had but a few friends with me then. There was Vishal, Kapil and Shabbar. Most of the folks were friends of Tina from college. We’ve always had joint birthdays, since the gap was but a few hours. I miss her being around.

I never imagined that I’d get this far so quick.

It’s been an eventful life filled with ups and downs, more ups than downs i must confess. But i’d ike to do more and make a difference. It’s cliched - that statement - about making a difference, But I know and i firmly believe that it isn’t a difficult thing to do. Happiness is not fleeting - grief is. The tears were wiped away before she could see them and as soon as I get to work - i will do what i always do.

SMS her the word of the day - reached!
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Too hot!!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The wife comes home.....

..... Feels me up,

Says I'm HOT....

... And then gives me a CROCIN!!!

She hopes that it will bring the fever down.

This is traumatic!!!
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Why drink & drive?

Thursday, March 20, 2008
This is touching.... and i read it because it came to me from a dear friend. Under normal circumstances - i would have deleted it. But today it struck a chord. So I'm putting it here.. as a way of showing that I believe!!

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mum, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mum
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mum,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mum!'
So I love you and good-bye.

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last tree standing

Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The wind blows faster than ever. There is a tempest in progress. The rustling of the leaves is replaced by a low droning howl as the wind echoes with a latent fury. The clanging of the window necessitates a walk towards it. He approaches it warily, fearing for his life. There is no one to attack him. Only a clanging window that echoes the wind.

He reaches the window sill and risks a glance outwards. It is a barren landscape with its one distinguishing feature. The banyan tree. It stands tall and wide where others have failed. Survival instincts honed by generations gave that seed the willpower to develop thus far. It has weathered many a storm. The sounds of distant thunder grow ominous. Some of it is man made. He looks at the tree willing it for strength. The wind in the leaves continues with its dull rendition of Mahlers symphony.

He had always had a soft touch towards the music of the legends. Circumstances had pushed life in unsolicited arms and the russian roulette that followed had not gone as planned. Fourteen years and some, such was the passage of time. The lights came on and the familiar flashback was upon him again.

Darkness dawned to light and thunder faded to the melody of spring. The swing attached to the lower branch of the tree moved faster and faster. The child upon it was a happy one, looking towards the lady behind, searching for her maternal instincts to come to the fore. He watched now, as he did then.

Oh - that he could but change one little twist in the tale. But nature gives and takes as it chooses. It cares very little for the plans of men. He is in a dark mood aptly reflective of the season. The cross under the tree calms him as his hands move towards his required dose of intoxication. He will not be denied that - not today, not ever. It is his destiny to live single.

The veil lifts from her face. She would have celebrated her fortieth birthing day and the little one would have stepped into adulthood. her eyes filled with a mystic energy had always captivated him. It was those eyes which had been the ultimate downfall too. They were expressive eyes not designed for clandestine overtures. Those eyes had told him when love began. They kept him abreast of her moods as rapture settled down to a life of peace. Those orbs had glowed with fear when he asked if something was wrong. Then he knew that love had gone.

He tried to ignite the passions within, but the embers had dulled. So he turned to his drink - the mistress without questions. It came to pass that nature took its toll and the little one escaped the pain. The last bond broken - she vanished one night. She never came back and he did not search - knowing that the results would be the same. But she took with her - his breath of life. The shoulders of friends lessened over a period of time and now he lived in solace.

It was not a grand residence by local standards, but he maintained it well. A visitor would always find food and shelter. But he did not invite anyone here. The royalties from his works kept the hearth warm - but he was grayed charcoal within. The melancholy that had set in, bound him to the winter chill.

So - a knock on the door, at this time. Well, it was a surprise.

(to be contd...)
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Peace!!

Monday, March 17, 2008
the breath of life..... sometimes it just flows out. It’s not anything specific. But these low periods coinciding with the sinusoidal curve of my biorhythm kinda hold me down from time to time.

I resort to anchors in a rowdy ocean rather than trust my sailing skills. I come from a naval family and sailing is in our blood..... but somehow it’s just not got me enthu enough!!

Every storm is categorized as per its intensity. Sometimes I may misread the storm intensity. Erring on the side of caution - i handle every storm as it is my last.. as if there is no tomorrow. So i weather the blast.

But now the energy levels are down. I can’t fight each battle on my own, by myself.
The anchors can hold the fort for a bit. But it would be stupid to expect that that they’ll hold the fort each time.

I watch these saas-bahu serials all the time, cos’ my wife watches them. Somehow, the women are in the middle of it all the time. The men are merely pawns. So am I a pawn? As far as I understand things - it’s my thoughts rather than words heard from a source that drive my actions... sometime its just deewangi ...deewangi!!

Circumstances drive me to cruelty. It’s not deliberate.
So all hot boys’n’girls put your hands up and say,”OM SHANTI OM”!!
Let there be peace - and not pieces!!
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How Akbar got his name

Sunday, March 16, 2008
Watch Jodha Akbar(JA) and find out. Its a nice film- worth a watch as a one time see. But you have to be a patient viewer as the duration is close to 4 hours.

Luckily I had a secondary film going on in the seats next to us. Now that was also a love story and without the incongruous twists and turns too.

The spectacle created by Ashutosh G is BIG. There is a certain feel to the whole period dram that comes across as original. The acting is par for the course - though Mr.Roshan does ham a bit. Ash is nice as the Rajasthani princess and seems a lot fuller.

The music is warm and the camera work is good. Interestingly though, the sword clanging does get a lil painful on the ear drums. The action scenes are well executed keeping the theme in mind. Certain camera angles and shots especially in the battle scene as the armies clash are remembered after the movie too.

This may not be a LAGAAN in terms of Box office collections or an oscar nomination - but the director hasn't lost his touch.


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Imagine the universe

Friday, March 14, 2008
Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine.
So speaketh Sir Arthur Eddington.
... and we believe him..... cos' he would know.....!!!!
Douglas Adams tried... and I'm not sure he has all the answers...
My Dad keeps trying...and he hasn;t got very far either :-)

So why do I worry about it?
It's not like it's gonna end tomorrow. Then again, if it does end - no point in worrying about it!!
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Help reqd...

Friday, March 14, 2008
The creative mind wanders. So many ideas. The mind needs to expand to comprehend and categorize. I don;t have the faintest idea what the scientists have t say about all this. What i do understand is that there are a whole lot of themes that come to mind in the course of the day. I wish i could speak aloud on each of them. It’s like having do many threads to hold on to. Each thread is a roll of yarn in its own special way. But I can’t hold on to those ideas.. those mesmerizing images of the end of each rainbow.
No pot of gold awaits me there. But I’m not inspired by gold.

I’ve always had a latent desire to be a good photographer. So I’ve started studying the subject. Much of what i know has not come from books. It’s something that is in the blood - a sense of appreciation of aesthetics and pictorial value. There is a thought to each composition. It’s understandable that what is obvious to me may need some serious convincing on the other side of the fence. I’m willing to try and work on that piece of communication.

Communication has been a strongpoint in my life. I’ve inherited it from my dad. He can be the life of the party and break the ice in an instant with most strangers. I’m good - but not as good as him - yet. But it’s not something I make a very conscious effort at. When the frequency clicks - it clicks. When it doesn’t - I adapt and click.

So I look at communicating ideas. I admit I’m not the best chess player around - but in matters of ideation and communication - I manage to hold my ground and convey some.

I start at home - with my wife, the parents & then to work. It’s interesting to note that I get these vibrations when I know I will gel with someone or clash. In most cases I work towards avoiding that clash and seek a middle ground for both parties.
But now, after 3 decades of experience in life - there are a few folks with whom i can brook no patience. Some are not in my circle of interest/ influence - notably the politicians who run this country, Brittney Spears etc. There are also a few folks within this circle who are now approaching the edge. The creative mind is seeking solutions to these circumstantial aberrations who are malfunctions of procreation and/or traumatic growth processes inflicted by family & society.

Ideas anyone??
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Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Sometimes the mind is in a tailspin.
Then, a few therapeutic words, a song, a nice pic... Go a long long way to make things right.

The positive thoughts come in from varied sources. Today I got them from the radio.

Just one line from the RJ and I was smiling again - wondering why I'd been thinking like I did.
All she said was B+

The dormant hope was revived...


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Tuesday, March 04, 2008
So I have this headache. The pain is right behind the eyes - kinda like a retro-orbital thudding that keeps my eyes and forehead in a pop out mode.

This pain is magnified in the delhi traffic. Blaring horns help elicit the choicest abuses. My wife just stares on.

The head continues with its aching!!
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Saturday, March 01, 2008
Incomes rise - so do demands and accompanying expenses. I tried to disprove this truism of life. But the reality is that the fertile mind looks for ways to spend - to aspire ... That sometimes is quite disconcerting.
Then there comes a time when you wonder... What next?
Eyes scan the market and the web for some more ways to blow a hole in the pocket. Its like a total mind trip- and getting my hands on something NEW is the drug.
Luckily - I save enough to justify these holes!!

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