Well firstky apologies for a prolonged absence on the blogosphere, it was aided by my very classic semester examinations( body art helping me get 10 marks in 3 different subjects) i felt like Micheal scofield( prison break people please spare me i mean no comparisons) working past the web of the semester examinations which were surely meant to entangle me courtesy the in"action" in the entire semester. But while i watch the world gliding past me, hitting the turf with both high and low i wonder what the next entry should be about.
( There we go look at this fella just 5 entries and already talking about "writers" block) well yes i am partly flabbergasted, partly bluffed with the response at my last post. ( Damn 6 comments = more than all the comments in the entire blog), so the cranbox starts screeching ( ah! talk about college life get instant nirvana) point taken so all i have to do is sit at that dark corner of my lecture hall and look around me, so i have( ah! my college canteen, damn what is she doing wid him!!) to the intellectually malfunctioning faculty to pen about,( how a proff still struggles to clear his own Ph.D while we wonder about what to write in matrix addition for a 5 marks question) and th dilemma does not end here, i jsut did the most painful thing a person can do ( look at your own blog and well, criticize it!!) and i confess i got lost in the post "The Case of iota" ( get ready for the admission: I myself got confused in the first reading!!!!) and was like damn what was i writing( thank god he realized) so there we go again, i again sit and wonder should i write my daily experience( get up, curse about fate, get screwed and curse again)or should i "write" about the movie i just saw( ah! another blog on bollywood, our famous fixation)so i talk to people, (the tempowallah, the maid who comes in the morning and makes sure that the horror show in my room ends) talk about various perspectives, talk about the way they look at life, amaze myself at how people look at situations, (imagine to your horror if you calculate 6*8 quick, people talk about you being a goddamn genius!! and you in your mind wonder when will yours parents feel the same!!) and well you can always "write" about some daily piece of news, or tle latest fad, new year resolutions( i solemnly pledge to download all episodes of How I met your mother, and promise to god that i will not buy original software , that hepls me save lakhs that i don't have. also i will try to send more SMSes to people i know, and stop being a miser!!!!!! ) to how did the year flash past you before you realized that (damn! you just had another pair of semesters coming to an end, and you can proudly continue to boast that you are immune to all forms of technical idiosyncrasy)and then there are friends who want you to voice "concern" over an issue you never heard of to the putting yourself in a situation and write about it( how about hitting a six ( an improbable event for me) and win a match as a captain) or think of those abs that older men seem to be acquiring at the rate we are loosing it!!!
Well as it turned out this really seems to what i have pulled off, ( copy form somehere was a safer option, in the (exabytes of data we have around us) so before u start sulking on this one lets "block" the "write" entry................................
Nope this is not the LP track we are talkin of! i will go to topic later first i would like to thank all those who took out their time to read my blog and post generous comments( special thanks: siddharth sir) while i ( hey dude wazzup!! watz goin on .... nothin.. yeah nothin here as well.... so what do u do in free time.... nothin u know same old hanging out....sahi yaar!! what else got hooked or something.....((answer's vary here))nahi yaar/kindoff/that *****(me a family blogger!) tu bata...... who the hell on this planet would tolerate me!! my arranged marriage will be the most disarranged marriage.......lolz:P 8-)..... aur bata..... tu suna..... arre i stared a blog(how clever of me!!!!!).....u?? i dont believe.. (me soo shy) nahi boss thought to pen down my thoughts.... what is the link.....(1 down, my li'l jig)it is ***.*************.***.... chal i will check out/i get it you want me to click some ads and u make money u ******....
Disclaimer : The above piece of thought came was a honest feedback from the minds of all those who i sordidly got into this.
Phew! what was i talkin about, yeah that this being december the UPTU exam festival has a lot to offer to us fellow engineers as we prepare to launch ourselves in a world where our books are outdated( oops! forgotten) a degree without attending that practical, no electricity in lab, to the clarion call of "BUNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" we prepare to take on 5 units of crap study from a book which is a summary from some foreign hotshot( i am loving it) while the "men" like it hard( Super Duper condensed volume of 5 yr papers solved by checkers themselves!!!! no doubt they are called Kaise Pass H oon) so after the watershed effect in the whole semester i sit to shed some light on the textbook( get it on rent bhai, comes at 50p a day) (beep! beep!) a message to the miser on the planet( how many times must i admit that, and please my inbox can take only 65 msg talk about quality control) movies related to exams.....(back)(delete).... the complexity of Krus(beep! beep!) letter to VC,UPTU(back>(delete>.....kal's algorithm is(beep! beep!) engineers marte nahin.....
What happens when you are exposed on screen? When those stark realities which co-exist comfortably around us are suddenly splashed in front of us. Complete with music and the finesse of one of the most promising directors of our times( RIP: Subhash Ghai)but the "show" must go on and the show belongs to those who belong to the times, the scene is not a Castle in "Hamburg" nor is "bauji" of DDLJ ( simran you can go now please). Yeah why do we have to fooled with those landscapes of an exotic land which now sponsers our movies instead of printing brochures. Why do we have to set our "Mumbai" in some set at "Dubai" or why do i have to identify with the khushi or gham of a family who is draped in a cloth designed by Rohit Bal.( the white colour u see is inspired from the school shirt i used to wear, this is dedicated to my bai who would wash and iron that shirt for me while i dreamt of designing designer coffins). "Lucky"ily we have a breed of directors who don't write in their promos to come and fall in love,( for that overpriced popcorn which your kid wants because Pogo has told him that Ben-10 comes free with this, or your girlfriend who still fancies those videos where love happens over popcorn throwing and no one cares, wow! i will do it when i go and see Ghazini).
But yes we are really "lucky" that a second line of lieutenants are willing to come on the scene and make their presence felt. And why does it have to be an "art" movie. (why does it have to be about brothels or a marital discord). The art movies of 70s with all their exceptions were meant not for you or me but again that ( Ah! Bentley, i just got an RR for myself) to (why is the fork 2.23 cm way from my soup which is cooked not simmered) class of self prophesied messiahs of fate of movie every friday, while the staple diet for public would be to believe that he can marry a girl who does not know the route to kitchen( and they talk about the highway to heart and stoppages at some gunny bag)lest the eyes are not outlined with god knows what( can someone in comments give me a beginner's guide to a make up kit) to those villains who for no reason smuggle empty cartons and barrels!
I dont wish to giev it a fancy sounding name like "cineplex movie" "multiplex movie" may be they are "simplex movies" movies which we wanted to see, but like when your dugestion system is churning sounds of a BEST bus it fails to recognize pill( though the doctor is confident that his top-up is now taken care off) we have stopped looking to movies that "sound silly" and go for those EXXXXXTRAAA( no pun here guys) long titles whose title has more animation then the movie( did someone say Chamku) to what was the name of guy ( nitin and some color and mukesh) and watch those "tashnee" movies that proclaim " we are king" because we are fool enough to watch a movie whose promos even fail to tickle a nerve( please don't try to move that nerve, we have a couple in progress at the left hand corner second last row).
And before i stray into the "big bollywood story" let me get back to the point.
Oye Lucky... Lucky Oye is not a movie it is a revelation something like Khosla Ka Gholsa did. Real life has no true idols no straight principles just curves that appear straight. Loops with curvature beyond those eyes,and yet everyone is happy to choose his own loop. So we have a music system as "gift" for that contract to the mercedes of ( 10 lakh loss in factory) suddenly slipping out of our eyes and we are again pointing fingers, to whom? i frankly don't know! the "straightness" is worth a debate, the hard earned bunglow( sales tax, income tax, property tax, water tax damn commissioners for all and "diwali" gifts for bunty and bhabhijee oh! she adores laxmi nagar ki chaat how sweet of her).
Enter "lucky" a product of our aspirations bursting out of cafes, restaurants, commercials with those me-so-good, me-so-happy faces, stuffing our conscience with "the good life". Lucky creates an "order" in the chaos, from the affable chaddha jee and his adorable parjayijee to sharma jee and his misej we have a sudden problem. Who is this "robinhood" who is stealing under my nose while i wipe it clean under my table. He is a "fiend" a "sham" who needs to be taught that swindling suits those plaster faces with a smile on face and hand in pocket and not those who have nothing to mortgage but "laid down souls". The "permit" is for those entrance exam cleared hob-knobs who think their quota alone is worth filling, so while chadhaa jee smiles as he invites you to a "gate-together" his heart brims with what we all know.
But look what this guy did he amplified those hushed tones, look he is showing people bare naked on screen cryin foul that their "victim" souls are being mocked by people in character as shady as the left corner of the second last row. Bravo dude! i am surprised how do they tolerate "the nakedness" or the depth of "cleavage" in society shown by you. That is not for viewing dude...... please watch it in your homes on the the T.V set recieved last "diwali" while Bantu can watch his assignments on sharma jee ka gift...............................
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