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Friday, February 7, 2014


.......He,However never really believed ,could unravel the mystery which had baffled the greatest mind of humankind.He certainly dint have anything resembling a great mind.....Then it occurred to him..may be great mind was not what was needed to see behind the veil of illusion.May be a true perception comes from an unbreakable gut.This realization troubled him,for he knew in his heart,that he dint have a great gut either.But then he thought....perhaps with some desperation ,may be the secret was in having a great heart... and his face was red with elation..!..oo wait..Suddenly a thought popped up in his head..may be its in a futuristic Gadgets...He was back at the (0,0,0) of the curve!!.......

Poetic Ramblings of my Quotidian Moments….!!

"..And These frigid sun-rays, forked by my window.. paints a distorted elegance of a svelte female form on my bed…The entangled mire of wires laid around my bed shadows her with human veins..I,then brush a paint stroke of lips on it ,with the red blinking light from my "Not-so-alive" Mouse…running that blinking red light over her assets give her that one particular molecule of gushing blood in her artificial(wired) veins.. And suddenly with the melting of sun.. She ebbs away..And all I could see now from my window are.. mixed stray notes of music floating in the arctic air…A cold struck old man wanting to start his prayers... Inanimate subway passengers ..Noida high rises.. wilting flowers…A still man on a running road..my empty bed with an empty me, and around it,the partially eaten food and a half spilled coffee on my diary titled "Omnium-gatherum of Moron's mind"….And a world cut into these mundane pieces.."
..And There she appears again presenting me with the labyrinth of possibilities to ogle her again and ruminate over her appearance with the prism of my imagination…..!


Last time i watched Dhoom 2 All I wrote was .."Did a monkey get access to a typewriter again"...it was all Mr. Adonis and no brains!
But this time expectations galore..and boy!! did it live upto its hype...!!

If i wanted to find,you know,there are plethora of noticeable flaws.. but with a plausible suspension of belief..all i could perceive was appreciation..Appreciation for a man almost in his 50s..appreciation for the gravity defying stunts..appreciation for the barbie doll of bollywood..She is an amorous ball of Oestrogen...a dripping male fantasy...Gadzooks !..i knew i would get diverted into a completely different path, moment i start writing about "her"..So back to the track again...

No offence .but i never considered Aamir a 'great' actor..i mean i never came out of theatres saying wow...what great acting talents this man has..it was always his choice of scripts that took precedence over his acting skills..always!..But here..method actor that he is.. he looked good as an acrobat...he looked perfect as an autistic savant..schmaltzy when romantically involved with goddess 'kaamini'...perfectly sculpted contours of her female assets makes me want to venture in the world of literotica...Katrina eroticised the 70mm screen and roamed over it like a lascivious paint strokes of artists who conspire to arouse our beings in undeniable pleasures...phew! here i go again..diverted..

ehh..where was i..yeah.. so i was saying..Don't expect a "Dark knight" or else you will come out with "Dark knight rises" in your hand..Is it a mix of "Now you see me" and "the prestige"..let me tell you vociferously...NO it's not..it's a plain or more appropriately complicated and gooey bollywood flick...Just don't ask too many questions because you have to brace yourselves up for a bike that turns into a boat..that turns into a submarine and into a flying bike..So, Go have a smashingly good time..appreciate the beauty..Go malang malang dum dum malang malang..!.I am rambling now...I will shut up on a note.."One man's art is another man's porn..."...

Saturday, February 1, 2014


...Visited my own blog-page after what could be described as slightly longer than Jesus lived..Found it covered with dust and cobwebs and here I am set to change all that.. .."

Woke up today to the news of tragic death of 19 year old Nido taniam..a North east guy who was lynched to death by local people in South Delhi... With a cup of tea in one hand and morning slumber in the other..it would have been easier to assume things and label it as a racist attack but instead of concentrating on the problem,i tried dwelling on the solution..i say "solution" and not 'solutions' because however hard i tried i could not propel my mind to make it plural..and only thing my mind could latch onto was.."Read Read and Read"...
We need to read fiction Books,Novels and articles.Why?...Because if my memory serves me right..We were popped out of creativity and Spontaneity..rather we were "educated" out of it..No offence ,But i am sorry to say, that a lot of junk is being churned out in our schools and colleges..Those syllabus/curriculum, for Godsake, are outdated.. If I am right..still those 10 men are trying to plough the same field which was already ploughed by 20 men in 10 days...its time we tell them..mate its been ploughed!..let go!..Could somebody please update them "Sirs,that fertile land is already been taken..We have built Parliament there and field has been rendered infertile now (Not by the constructed building of course, but by the clowns that run the show there!!).. its high time we include the chapters in our syllabus.."How to cope with the loss of somebody"..."How to respect a fellow human being".."Life after marriage"..."How to deal with love post economic-liberalisation"..."The umpteen lessons on life"...et cetera et cetera ... 
But I think this thought will be in "Pending Researching" or "Work in Progress(WIP)" for another 500 years...SLA breached!!..So what do we do?..We create our own make believe world of creativity..How do we do it?..Through fiction..!Because it teaches us the concept of "empathy"..it lets us interpret things and see it in broader horizon before branding anything on the basis of caste creed or sex...it will peel off the various layers that we are made of..make us appreciate the different formats that like everything we humans are made of..you.mp4..me.jpeg..they.xls and not expect everything and everybody to run with same quality. Stories makes us Child again and instils the same sense of spontaneity with better morals of judgement and an improvisational mindset. I heard a fascinating story recently and i cant end without telling it... "A little girl was in a drawing lesson.She was 6.She was at the back, drawing...The teacher said she hardly paid any attention but at this drawing lesson, she did.The teacher was fascinated and she went over and asked..."What are you drawing, kid?..The girl replied.."I am drawing a picture of God."..The teacher intriguingly said..."But Nobody knows What God looks like?"...The Girl replied..."they will... in a minute"...Thats, how spontaneous ,we are as a kid. 

 Read Fiction..Read Books!!