The title has nothing to do with what my Mom dreamt about me. She would wake up with a stark and kick me out even if my shadow dares to enter her dream. Though I feel good about myself but my parents don’t have great thoughts of me rather she considers me as a paying guest in my Dad’s house. She dreamt of me to be tall, dark and handsome but almighty decided to structure me completely opposite i.e. dwarf, fair and repulsive. Then she wanted me to be a very famous personality in the society, which I tried but somehow now, famous for all wrong reasons. But the best part is I never been forced by them for excellence because my parents have been quite friendly towards my incompetence and always acknowledged it with big heart. I love them for it.
I am talking about kiddos who are between 5 and teen, who are committed to give their best before millions, willing to beg for votes, embrace failure with utmost grace makes me feel ashamed. I feel disgusted that at this age when I had to be doing something which is quite meaningful is not been crafted in the manner it should be. The grit of small kids, showcasing talent without fear and possession of attitude to work round the clock for achieving someone’s dream with phenomenal consistency is something I implore. These are reality kids born out of reality game shows. They study, they play, they fight, they do whatever they can but they want to ACHEIVE and never try to forfeit from the best. I doubt if those kids really know, what so called “success” is all about or for that matter what they are up to in such a global amphitheatre. What they simply know is to give their superlative and explicate their flair to the nucleus.
I recently off to another blunder on weekends which is called as “Part time MBA”, where I happened to see a video from Harsha Bhogle which happens to talk about Talent and Attitude. He says talent cannot solve your problem but what you do with that talent is all that matters. He went on to give Sachin Tendulkar’s example of playing for nearly 52 continuous days at the age of 14 with mere 2 hrs of break every day and that what he calls "attitude". He says, Sachin didn’t know what he would be after 2 decades but what all he worked upon was on his skills and talent and his attitude towards working hard. This is excellence without corruption. Many people think they have to buy values and attributes, hypnotise attention by making someone feel good, do things which others might feel excellent about you but in the process we forget what we actually want to do also the joy and happiness of achievement when we do it by self. This is not only about Sachin Tendulkar himself, it’s about all talents which I see on television and some do it by their academics who are unseen yet popular in their own rights. This proves that in such a corrupt society and self centric people like us, sheer talent does share good piece of stage where people will be forced to accept the way they are without getting any price.
As I always believe that best part of human’s life is when one is in their “infancy”, we absolutely not concerned about people's thinking, we just do things the way we do with utmost naivety. The point I am trying to make is about the passion of recent kids who fight tremendous competition, try to imbibe excellent values of functioning rigid, though making accessible for all sort of non sense which at their age one should possess is quite dazzling. And they excel to parent’s dream and make them proud in all possible manner.
I deliberately end my thoughts with a condition which directly or indirectly means that I am not a great philosopher or writer. I am not always right , my thoughts may not be correct but I still try myself to be out of confusion so that someone can catch me out. This is just so called ramblings which is quite unidirectional within my brain cells and extremely close to the state of madness. Bye and God bless your soul if at all you happens to read till last word.
July 22, 2010
January 17, 2010
Encountering Strangers
This time let me focus my attention from my “life” towards instances which I had come across off late. Following are the two cases which are bright in my thoughts.
Instance 1
I got inside a Cab asking the chauffer to take me to VT Station via Churchgate since I had to drop my colleague halfway. After few kilometres I realised that he is heading directly towards Churchgate and from there it would have been difficult to get back to VT as it would have hit my wallet and time more. I literally yelled at him and calling him insane as it was told well upfront about my destination and how it should be routed. But ignoring all what we said, he claimed that he was told to drop at Churchgate but actually did not mutter much. I was fuming with frustration as I was getting late and was about to miss my train. Ultimately once we reached Churchgate with anger I got down and decided to board another Cab as I had plainly given up on that person. I paid him and it was a shock of my life. As he tried to pacify me, he was stammering and making me understand about what happened. Also I figured out that he was having hearing problem since he was not at all responding to my voice and didn’t even reply to my question about the fare. He was completely passive about the whole incident.
I didn’t know what to do with myself and how to retort because I read such incidents only in my English textbook during my school days. I just walked away and boarded another cab. It’s really strange sometimes with the kind of situations you get into and realise that you could have acted better. Also I was wondering whether he pretended to be one in order to avoid my “Mother-Sister” abuses. If he was truly hearing-impaired then how did he get the licence? Hmmm....Did I get fooled? I don’t like to believe that.....
Moral: When you get inside a cab ensure you check two mandatory sense of organ (i.e. Eyes and Ears) of the person who is responsible to drive.
Instance 2
It was around 8.30 pm in the evening, got down at Bandra Station, waiting for my friend to join me but was expected to be late. I decided to just loiter around and found a canteen to quench my thirst. Doing so, I noticed few beautiful ladies footing next to me were munching ‘Wada Pavs’ with my watering mouth even I sought to have it. My reference out here is to ‘have’ Wada Pav Ok!! Anyways so I asked the Canteen guy to give me Wada Pav as well but he said it is a “Juice Canteen” and for ingestion I will have to go ahead to another eatery. I looked around and people were looking at me as I was bit loud in asking so and I knew I made a ‘popat’ out of myself in front of those attractive chicks. Yea, it’s okay as I am quite used to it. There was another man standing next to me, looked very old and shabby on his sports shoes along with his weird face. He got unimpressed about what had happened. He asked me “Yahaan Kya Wada Pav Milega Kya ? Dikhta nahi sirf Juice bhara pada hai? For a moment I could not understand what that man was up to. I looked at him and I smiled. I asked “Aap kyon bura maan rahe ho,aapki dukaan hai kya ?” and I laughed horribly. He again muttered the same “Wada Pav milega,Wada Pav huh !!” and walked away.
I couldn’t stop myself laughing as I fail to fathom his bloody problem when Canteen guys were courteous to guide me. I finally managed to spot some smiles on those chicks and one actually looked at me saying “That man is mad” and I was like Uday Chopra from Dhoom 1 visualising all that theatrical dreams with that sweet girl. Then I got a call and had to part
Moral: Next time any gorgeous lady is eating Wadapav infront you and you want to eat as well then please go and ask her where did she get it from. Otherwise you will make a mockery of yourself.
Instance 1
I got inside a Cab asking the chauffer to take me to VT Station via Churchgate since I had to drop my colleague halfway. After few kilometres I realised that he is heading directly towards Churchgate and from there it would have been difficult to get back to VT as it would have hit my wallet and time more. I literally yelled at him and calling him insane as it was told well upfront about my destination and how it should be routed. But ignoring all what we said, he claimed that he was told to drop at Churchgate but actually did not mutter much. I was fuming with frustration as I was getting late and was about to miss my train. Ultimately once we reached Churchgate with anger I got down and decided to board another Cab as I had plainly given up on that person. I paid him and it was a shock of my life. As he tried to pacify me, he was stammering and making me understand about what happened. Also I figured out that he was having hearing problem since he was not at all responding to my voice and didn’t even reply to my question about the fare. He was completely passive about the whole incident.
I didn’t know what to do with myself and how to retort because I read such incidents only in my English textbook during my school days. I just walked away and boarded another cab. It’s really strange sometimes with the kind of situations you get into and realise that you could have acted better. Also I was wondering whether he pretended to be one in order to avoid my “Mother-Sister” abuses. If he was truly hearing-impaired then how did he get the licence? Hmmm....Did I get fooled? I don’t like to believe that.....
Moral: When you get inside a cab ensure you check two mandatory sense of organ (i.e. Eyes and Ears) of the person who is responsible to drive.
Instance 2
It was around 8.30 pm in the evening, got down at Bandra Station, waiting for my friend to join me but was expected to be late. I decided to just loiter around and found a canteen to quench my thirst. Doing so, I noticed few beautiful ladies footing next to me were munching ‘Wada Pavs’ with my watering mouth even I sought to have it. My reference out here is to ‘have’ Wada Pav Ok!! Anyways so I asked the Canteen guy to give me Wada Pav as well but he said it is a “Juice Canteen” and for ingestion I will have to go ahead to another eatery. I looked around and people were looking at me as I was bit loud in asking so and I knew I made a ‘popat’ out of myself in front of those attractive chicks. Yea, it’s okay as I am quite used to it. There was another man standing next to me, looked very old and shabby on his sports shoes along with his weird face. He got unimpressed about what had happened. He asked me “Yahaan Kya Wada Pav Milega Kya ? Dikhta nahi sirf Juice bhara pada hai? For a moment I could not understand what that man was up to. I looked at him and I smiled. I asked “Aap kyon bura maan rahe ho,aapki dukaan hai kya ?” and I laughed horribly. He again muttered the same “Wada Pav milega,Wada Pav huh !!” and walked away.
I couldn’t stop myself laughing as I fail to fathom his bloody problem when Canteen guys were courteous to guide me. I finally managed to spot some smiles on those chicks and one actually looked at me saying “That man is mad” and I was like Uday Chopra from Dhoom 1 visualising all that theatrical dreams with that sweet girl. Then I got a call and had to part
Moral: Next time any gorgeous lady is eating Wadapav infront you and you want to eat as well then please go and ask her where did she get it from. Otherwise you will make a mockery of yourself.
December 21, 2009
In a confused mode...
Time: At 4.30. am (Yaaawwwnn) – Not Sleepy
“I need not fear my enemies because the most they can do is attack me. I need not fear my friends because the most they can do is betray me. But I have much to fear from people who are indifferent”.
This is one statement which I read off late and left a smudge on my psyche. Yes this is true, but not that far from being false. Over these years I have met ‘n’ number of people and watched their reactions, heard their comments and seen them enact about others and to tell you honestly I really enjoyed it. There were times when I am also part of such mass and still crave to be one of them but alas I require the time which I want :). As someone truly close to me mentioned that “if YOU have to judge your character then “YOU” should be out of sight because the real “YOU” is always described behind your back”, I completely agree when she said this ... oops....Did I mention it was a girl who said this to me .. Anyways it was just another inexpensive attempt to tell you guys that I often natter with girls as well :).Hey don’t be mistaken, here I am not trying to demonstrate my innocence or trying to tell you that I just landed from paradise and have got no malice intentions. I am just confused as to why we act the way we do. When at some point in time I sit down and think what I did wrong in life and what I did right and what I wanted to do in life... it throws a big “?”(Which happens often these days). I ask questions as to why people are “Fake” and try to be good when actually don’t intend to and what it takes to be “truthful”. Too many hopeless questions been put across but there are no persuasive answers (regrettably).On occasions I ask myself that do I look “fake” or do I sound “fake” and that’s the reason I get the reciprocation. But trust me it is a “manufacturing” defect and nothing greatly can be done about it (attempt to convince that I am not what I look).
I envisage it just the “spark” which I misplaced making me muse on such futile stipulations. The day is not that distant when I will be taking “tough decisions” for sake of “peace” but almighty would decide what it would be as I surrendered myself to the destiny (confusion intended). Speech from Chetan Bhagat on ceremonial function at Symbiosis has described “Spark’ in detail which I found to be very apt and my note post in Facebook over last 20 days is an attempt to keep me on the loop of it. “Truthfully” my best friend is “Facebook”, who aid me to get out of solitude and cascade some “feel-good factor” :-D
I know it’s really funny to read this bit as I am sounding way too ‘negative” or way too “philosophical” or rather too “stupid” in it but not to lie “you are correct” and if you don’t get the feeling then you really got to visit a psychiatrist. I see my pals around and get the feeling that we are all sailing in same ship as one and all is obsessed about work, if not then worried about future and very much deceived by the present. All hankering for fun and wanting do something but “helpless”.
When I am down and dusted, I habitually toggle myself to movies and at 4 am I just ended watching “Dasvidaniya”. A beautiful movie and I love it more whenever I see it. It’s just another way of describing the magnitude of “priorities” in life as “life is too short”. I fancy myself to put in place of “Amar Kaul” (Character in the movie played by Vinay Pathak) and jot down 10 things which I want to do in life before I die. Movie has got incredible plots and it tells that at some point one needs to be self-centred and covet for cheerfulness. Simply brilliant way to describe that life is more than you earn and even extra than you work. Hard-work and Sacrifice is ZERO worth when you can’t have serene doze, an acoustic meal and it is more expensive when it multiplies to your hitch. “Rock On” is another movie which tells that “you are a misfit” in whatever things you do if real “passion” is not followed. Loss of “spark’ can lead to your negative flow of energy in “personal life”. This is actually happening with me.
Laugh at me ... its ok...this time I have given abundant reasons to do it :) I myself really amused to see from where I have begun the tête-à-tête and where it has lead to. In reality forgot the links. I ended up sounding like a “Film Critic”. Hmmmmm...Yippee...I got the links. Yea, I think my attempt was to explicate my discontent over the existing state of affairs and a “miniature” desire for varying it. A deep peep inside me is already been advised to me and I think a visit to “psychiatrist” is also on cards soon. Fine doctor can be suggested.
Good Night. (4.45 am.) I have work tomorrow. Bye. Lolzzz.
PS: Above passage has come from a mentally unstable person which might not make any sense.
“I need not fear my enemies because the most they can do is attack me. I need not fear my friends because the most they can do is betray me. But I have much to fear from people who are indifferent”.
This is one statement which I read off late and left a smudge on my psyche. Yes this is true, but not that far from being false. Over these years I have met ‘n’ number of people and watched their reactions, heard their comments and seen them enact about others and to tell you honestly I really enjoyed it. There were times when I am also part of such mass and still crave to be one of them but alas I require the time which I want :). As someone truly close to me mentioned that “if YOU have to judge your character then “YOU” should be out of sight because the real “YOU” is always described behind your back”, I completely agree when she said this ... oops....Did I mention it was a girl who said this to me .. Anyways it was just another inexpensive attempt to tell you guys that I often natter with girls as well :).Hey don’t be mistaken, here I am not trying to demonstrate my innocence or trying to tell you that I just landed from paradise and have got no malice intentions. I am just confused as to why we act the way we do. When at some point in time I sit down and think what I did wrong in life and what I did right and what I wanted to do in life... it throws a big “?”(Which happens often these days). I ask questions as to why people are “Fake” and try to be good when actually don’t intend to and what it takes to be “truthful”. Too many hopeless questions been put across but there are no persuasive answers (regrettably).On occasions I ask myself that do I look “fake” or do I sound “fake” and that’s the reason I get the reciprocation. But trust me it is a “manufacturing” defect and nothing greatly can be done about it (attempt to convince that I am not what I look).
I envisage it just the “spark” which I misplaced making me muse on such futile stipulations. The day is not that distant when I will be taking “tough decisions” for sake of “peace” but almighty would decide what it would be as I surrendered myself to the destiny (confusion intended). Speech from Chetan Bhagat on ceremonial function at Symbiosis has described “Spark’ in detail which I found to be very apt and my note post in Facebook over last 20 days is an attempt to keep me on the loop of it. “Truthfully” my best friend is “Facebook”, who aid me to get out of solitude and cascade some “feel-good factor” :-D
I know it’s really funny to read this bit as I am sounding way too ‘negative” or way too “philosophical” or rather too “stupid” in it but not to lie “you are correct” and if you don’t get the feeling then you really got to visit a psychiatrist. I see my pals around and get the feeling that we are all sailing in same ship as one and all is obsessed about work, if not then worried about future and very much deceived by the present. All hankering for fun and wanting do something but “helpless”.
When I am down and dusted, I habitually toggle myself to movies and at 4 am I just ended watching “Dasvidaniya”. A beautiful movie and I love it more whenever I see it. It’s just another way of describing the magnitude of “priorities” in life as “life is too short”. I fancy myself to put in place of “Amar Kaul” (Character in the movie played by Vinay Pathak) and jot down 10 things which I want to do in life before I die. Movie has got incredible plots and it tells that at some point one needs to be self-centred and covet for cheerfulness. Simply brilliant way to describe that life is more than you earn and even extra than you work. Hard-work and Sacrifice is ZERO worth when you can’t have serene doze, an acoustic meal and it is more expensive when it multiplies to your hitch. “Rock On” is another movie which tells that “you are a misfit” in whatever things you do if real “passion” is not followed. Loss of “spark’ can lead to your negative flow of energy in “personal life”. This is actually happening with me.
Laugh at me ... its ok...this time I have given abundant reasons to do it :) I myself really amused to see from where I have begun the tête-à-tête and where it has lead to. In reality forgot the links. I ended up sounding like a “Film Critic”. Hmmmmm...Yippee...I got the links. Yea, I think my attempt was to explicate my discontent over the existing state of affairs and a “miniature” desire for varying it. A deep peep inside me is already been advised to me and I think a visit to “psychiatrist” is also on cards soon. Fine doctor can be suggested.
Good Night. (4.45 am.) I have work tomorrow. Bye. Lolzzz.
PS: Above passage has come from a mentally unstable person which might not make any sense.
October 04, 2009
If I granted a wish :)
Today I am older by a year. It’s truly fascinating to actually feel the change happened in and around me. The way life has taken twists and turns is far more astounding. The transition from a baby to a boy then to a teen and to a man is something which was unwanted. In such transition of life I have gained many things, I lost many priceless populaces, I have been surprised with the beamers which have come my way, I repent on assessments which I have taken, rueful on my deeds which have wounded my close-ones . But thinking all about it, I get elated with my achievements and truly get dismayed with the clangers of my life and keep yearning if those errors could have been distorted. Consequently I wish to be living a survival of an “infant”.
The naivety of an infant is what I pray for. Being a”baby” would mean that there are no exertions from humankind, no expectation from individuals and more decisively there are no complains made against them. He is very much engrossed in his own saccharine thought which has got no malice intentions; there is no gluttony, no envy. All he knows is to give love and get the compassion. He cannot harm anyone with prose or mar anyone with form. The tenderly caress is something which he vie for. It’s according to me is the most impeccable phase of human birth.
But as and when one is disposed to the peripheral humanity, all the dreadful changes takes place. The evilness gets imbibed with the force of mankind. Yeah, must admit that the extent of it definitely differs from person to person. It’s really spine-tingling. People want the circumstances to be favourable according to their whims and fancies. Egocentricity, resentment, Attitude and mediocrity take centre stage in life. This is not to point fingers at anyone but this is an unsympathetic veracity which we all have to acknowledge. There is nothing wrong, as the situations demand this from each individual. And to be very honest I am a conceited being of such “phenomenal” possession.
Over the years life has thrown bolt from the blue but will relish 12 years of my school life. Those days have gifted me some unforgettable moments which I will cherish till my “death”. It has given me some good friends but unfortunately due some toxic acts of life we had to part towards quench of our own survival. It was something which took me time to assimilate. May be nobody could actually see my pain of losing closest of pal. Everyone gone distant for own needs, everyone gone practical for own endurance. The pals who I used to be around for most of the times for 12 years have become like a passing colleagues. It was from my “family” I got disowned. With limited means i.e. no phones and never heard of internet in those times, the distance have widened. Now everybody is at a very inaccessible expanse and with newly defined relations.
I was thrown into a new world called “College”, which had many unseen faces with diverse levels of adjustments and touch of arrogance. My 5 years of “College” have given new sets of friends who still continue to sail together. The perception about me was very interesting out here, as one “smart ass” who love to take things for granted and one who always love to have fun at other’s expense. I was surprised to see people knowing me so well. But it’s all a cameo in your life which you can’t carry it throughout. We friends in college really had a “ball”. The trips which we had together, fights between each other and the lectures which we bunked together have made those days special. Those were the days which I never going to get back.
The hardships have just been integral all the way. My fear to talking to people and thinking of their reactions puts me to isolation now. The never ending search for achievement and happiness by means of “work” keeps me away from unequivocal thoughts. My 3 years of so called “professional” career have forced me to sacrifice many things which I would have loved to do. But vulnerable circumstance is somebody “responsible” for making it happen.
On the eve of my “birthday”, I pray to god to bequest me my “infancy”. Who had no aberration in thoughts and never could have hurt anyone. I was then isolated from real world of “malevolence”, who wouldn’t have experienced quandary and expectations from people, who just stood to others mercy.
I just read a tale of a person who goes to his master to tell his grievances. He enters the room by banging the door, kicking his boots, throwing his hat and in very aggressive tone sits before his master. His master first asks him to ‘apologise’ to door for hitting it hard,’ apologise’ to his boots for kicking, ‘apologise’ to his hat for throwing him. Person gets all his questions answered and returns back. That’s how I feel right now :). I want to lay my apologies to all mankind for my inadvertent and premeditated gaffes.
But callous reality is that, I will ultimately have to get back to real world of vanity!!!
The naivety of an infant is what I pray for. Being a”baby” would mean that there are no exertions from humankind, no expectation from individuals and more decisively there are no complains made against them. He is very much engrossed in his own saccharine thought which has got no malice intentions; there is no gluttony, no envy. All he knows is to give love and get the compassion. He cannot harm anyone with prose or mar anyone with form. The tenderly caress is something which he vie for. It’s according to me is the most impeccable phase of human birth.
But as and when one is disposed to the peripheral humanity, all the dreadful changes takes place. The evilness gets imbibed with the force of mankind. Yeah, must admit that the extent of it definitely differs from person to person. It’s really spine-tingling. People want the circumstances to be favourable according to their whims and fancies. Egocentricity, resentment, Attitude and mediocrity take centre stage in life. This is not to point fingers at anyone but this is an unsympathetic veracity which we all have to acknowledge. There is nothing wrong, as the situations demand this from each individual. And to be very honest I am a conceited being of such “phenomenal” possession.
Over the years life has thrown bolt from the blue but will relish 12 years of my school life. Those days have gifted me some unforgettable moments which I will cherish till my “death”. It has given me some good friends but unfortunately due some toxic acts of life we had to part towards quench of our own survival. It was something which took me time to assimilate. May be nobody could actually see my pain of losing closest of pal. Everyone gone distant for own needs, everyone gone practical for own endurance. The pals who I used to be around for most of the times for 12 years have become like a passing colleagues. It was from my “family” I got disowned. With limited means i.e. no phones and never heard of internet in those times, the distance have widened. Now everybody is at a very inaccessible expanse and with newly defined relations.
I was thrown into a new world called “College”, which had many unseen faces with diverse levels of adjustments and touch of arrogance. My 5 years of “College” have given new sets of friends who still continue to sail together. The perception about me was very interesting out here, as one “smart ass” who love to take things for granted and one who always love to have fun at other’s expense. I was surprised to see people knowing me so well. But it’s all a cameo in your life which you can’t carry it throughout. We friends in college really had a “ball”. The trips which we had together, fights between each other and the lectures which we bunked together have made those days special. Those were the days which I never going to get back.
The hardships have just been integral all the way. My fear to talking to people and thinking of their reactions puts me to isolation now. The never ending search for achievement and happiness by means of “work” keeps me away from unequivocal thoughts. My 3 years of so called “professional” career have forced me to sacrifice many things which I would have loved to do. But vulnerable circumstance is somebody “responsible” for making it happen.
On the eve of my “birthday”, I pray to god to bequest me my “infancy”. Who had no aberration in thoughts and never could have hurt anyone. I was then isolated from real world of “malevolence”, who wouldn’t have experienced quandary and expectations from people, who just stood to others mercy.
I just read a tale of a person who goes to his master to tell his grievances. He enters the room by banging the door, kicking his boots, throwing his hat and in very aggressive tone sits before his master. His master first asks him to ‘apologise’ to door for hitting it hard,’ apologise’ to his boots for kicking, ‘apologise’ to his hat for throwing him. Person gets all his questions answered and returns back. That’s how I feel right now :). I want to lay my apologies to all mankind for my inadvertent and premeditated gaffes.
But callous reality is that, I will ultimately have to get back to real world of vanity!!!
September 27, 2009
Applaud to locals....
A week of disgust, with uptight routine has really taken a toll. That is what making you guys read my nauseating piece (keeping high hopes that many would read). Sitting and wondering what to do next and where to go next is the thorniest fixation to do in life, must admit that “I am as confused as a baby in a topless bar!!” I have no inkling again of what to scribble but will compel myself to do it, as I have lot of gratis time in my hand and an awfully extended weekend to squander.
At times I wonder how people endure in suburbs forces them to reach their dream city to gross livelihood. Every sunrise begins with a wrestle to dig inside the locals trains. It’s very fascinating to see folks manage it with a hop and falling inside on a leg and suddenly looking roughly for seats and all the more appealing to notice the discontent of trailing a seat after so much of exertion . Even ministers after losing polls wouldn’t be so disgusted. Certainly I am also the providential solitary to bestow these performances sunup and sundown. The aggravation of seeing senior citizens dozing and few uncles peeking with their half eye-lid, takes the blood pressure to the crest and my “B+ve” blood gets subtracted to” B-ve”.
Why blame politicians vying for seats, look at us, even we are not bad at all. And once train is on move then commence the nudges and anomalous pushes in order to fit respective legs on a half square feet ground. Star-crossed guys stand by the carrier where all the heavy bags are dumped. They are often addressed with inimitable names viz; “shoo-shoo” (thin air passed from full-size jaws, you can try and match the resonance),”Uncle”,”Bhai-Saab”, “Excuse me”,”Hello”,”Whistle with round lips” etc. Some people just arrive and keep baggage on their “head” and “shoulders” and next it’s their responsibility to shoulder, expressions on their faces are worth watching. Often they give it back out loud by asking “yeh kya hai?” ”Muh nahi diya kya bhagwaan ne?”Mera Kandha kya table hai kya?” With some supplementary cheesy profanity; but the person who does all these “parakram” is very much unmoved by this because he knows that baggage is on his shoulder to administer. He just shrugs with a “Sorry” and keeps himself busy on a dilapidated tabloid. But remember when all these things are taking place, our senior citizens are dreaming of their lingering life in “Paradise”. People who are enviously stranded nearby will deliberately offer jolt on them to bring them back to genuine planet of commotion. However they are too skilled to lever such calamities.
The most annoying element on those poor” baggage- handlers” are when individuals counsel them to fit it in a petite place. They (owners of bags) would just indicate fingers and strive make some room. I would just love seeing such sites and therefore I constantly forfeit such perimeters of local trains. I conjecture how people read newspapers! It’s wrinkled in so many dimensions and read column-by-column. Each and every paragraph is cut impeccably to suit clear reading. I appreciate the tabloid owners for designing in such a manner so that they can read it slickly despite of chaos around. Kudos!!
Often it is also a meeting place for many friends who don’t get time out of their hectic schedules or sometimes when pal is desperate to get a berth easily to loosen up their bumps. When you know somebody you can comfort yourself faster, at least with me it’s like that. It’s also a talent to let the person know which bogie you are in and which side and cleverness is justified when the later able to find it with accuracy. With girlfriends and boyfriends said place is squarely popular and very time saving one. You can always talk to each other when you are in a “Video Coach” (partition between first class ladies and first class gents).Hey; I know in which direction your thoughts are flowing but let me tell you candidly I never tried anything of this sort but witnessed and enjoyed doing it.
The mounting tensions are inevitable when trains are in truth behind schedule and bound to give justifications to bosses, as excuses must have been already exhausted with constant usage of the same. The way they try to touch-base with their respective offices with slightest network on their hand phone is amazing; the shout would really echo in everyone’s ears within the bogie. Person who is lynching at the entrance would chip in with fastidious and brittle dialect saying “Bhai Andhar Jaao”, “Thoda Khisko”,”Aaat madhe chaala” etc. I wonder why they do it; they are ones to get in last and we are equally on top of each other. But it’s the helplessness which I am talking about; people are ready to risk themselves for meeting their purpose of living. For several it is also a sacred place to hymn and some wait for ponds to pass so as to heave sacred flowers in it.
The attempt was to indicate miniature tang of life. When we are in relation to “metro”, local trains are integral part of our verve and in transit we forgo lot of things, as the amount of time we spend inside it is painful but gainful. We draw closer across an assortment of characters with diverse shades imbibed in them. The pleasure of travel with fortitude is fun. It’s just that how one looks at it makes even more out of the ordinary. Especially when guys are travelling in a “Video-Coach”, glimpse of beautiful ladies makes it exciting and vice versa. In reality local trains not only bridges distance from home to office but also it condense the distance between life and happiness.
I read one extract which says ”We die to pass school, Die to pass college, Die to do masters, Die to get a job, Die to earn money, Die to get the needful for family, Die to get married, Die for children’s and finally one day he realises that he only died for everything and forgot to live !! “.
Jeena isika naam hai!!!
PS: I would confess that I fail to fathom whether I made sagacity in my passage although I am trying to better my thoughts.
At times I wonder how people endure in suburbs forces them to reach their dream city to gross livelihood. Every sunrise begins with a wrestle to dig inside the locals trains. It’s very fascinating to see folks manage it with a hop and falling inside on a leg and suddenly looking roughly for seats and all the more appealing to notice the discontent of trailing a seat after so much of exertion . Even ministers after losing polls wouldn’t be so disgusted. Certainly I am also the providential solitary to bestow these performances sunup and sundown. The aggravation of seeing senior citizens dozing and few uncles peeking with their half eye-lid, takes the blood pressure to the crest and my “B+ve” blood gets subtracted to” B-ve”.
Why blame politicians vying for seats, look at us, even we are not bad at all. And once train is on move then commence the nudges and anomalous pushes in order to fit respective legs on a half square feet ground. Star-crossed guys stand by the carrier where all the heavy bags are dumped. They are often addressed with inimitable names viz; “shoo-shoo” (thin air passed from full-size jaws, you can try and match the resonance),”Uncle”,”Bhai-Saab”, “Excuse me”,”Hello”,”Whistle with round lips” etc. Some people just arrive and keep baggage on their “head” and “shoulders” and next it’s their responsibility to shoulder, expressions on their faces are worth watching. Often they give it back out loud by asking “yeh kya hai?” ”Muh nahi diya kya bhagwaan ne?”Mera Kandha kya table hai kya?” With some supplementary cheesy profanity; but the person who does all these “parakram” is very much unmoved by this because he knows that baggage is on his shoulder to administer. He just shrugs with a “Sorry” and keeps himself busy on a dilapidated tabloid. But remember when all these things are taking place, our senior citizens are dreaming of their lingering life in “Paradise”. People who are enviously stranded nearby will deliberately offer jolt on them to bring them back to genuine planet of commotion. However they are too skilled to lever such calamities.
The most annoying element on those poor” baggage- handlers” are when individuals counsel them to fit it in a petite place. They (owners of bags) would just indicate fingers and strive make some room. I would just love seeing such sites and therefore I constantly forfeit such perimeters of local trains. I conjecture how people read newspapers! It’s wrinkled in so many dimensions and read column-by-column. Each and every paragraph is cut impeccably to suit clear reading. I appreciate the tabloid owners for designing in such a manner so that they can read it slickly despite of chaos around. Kudos!!
Often it is also a meeting place for many friends who don’t get time out of their hectic schedules or sometimes when pal is desperate to get a berth easily to loosen up their bumps. When you know somebody you can comfort yourself faster, at least with me it’s like that. It’s also a talent to let the person know which bogie you are in and which side and cleverness is justified when the later able to find it with accuracy. With girlfriends and boyfriends said place is squarely popular and very time saving one. You can always talk to each other when you are in a “Video Coach” (partition between first class ladies and first class gents).Hey; I know in which direction your thoughts are flowing but let me tell you candidly I never tried anything of this sort but witnessed and enjoyed doing it.
The mounting tensions are inevitable when trains are in truth behind schedule and bound to give justifications to bosses, as excuses must have been already exhausted with constant usage of the same. The way they try to touch-base with their respective offices with slightest network on their hand phone is amazing; the shout would really echo in everyone’s ears within the bogie. Person who is lynching at the entrance would chip in with fastidious and brittle dialect saying “Bhai Andhar Jaao”, “Thoda Khisko”,”Aaat madhe chaala” etc. I wonder why they do it; they are ones to get in last and we are equally on top of each other. But it’s the helplessness which I am talking about; people are ready to risk themselves for meeting their purpose of living. For several it is also a sacred place to hymn and some wait for ponds to pass so as to heave sacred flowers in it.
The attempt was to indicate miniature tang of life. When we are in relation to “metro”, local trains are integral part of our verve and in transit we forgo lot of things, as the amount of time we spend inside it is painful but gainful. We draw closer across an assortment of characters with diverse shades imbibed in them. The pleasure of travel with fortitude is fun. It’s just that how one looks at it makes even more out of the ordinary. Especially when guys are travelling in a “Video-Coach”, glimpse of beautiful ladies makes it exciting and vice versa. In reality local trains not only bridges distance from home to office but also it condense the distance between life and happiness.
I read one extract which says ”We die to pass school, Die to pass college, Die to do masters, Die to get a job, Die to earn money, Die to get the needful for family, Die to get married, Die for children’s and finally one day he realises that he only died for everything and forgot to live !! “.
Jeena isika naam hai!!!
PS: I would confess that I fail to fathom whether I made sagacity in my passage although I am trying to better my thoughts.
May 03, 2009
May 01, 2009
Bizzare Murder Case...
I recently received a mail on unusual Murder Case. It's a good read, thought sharing it !!
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the Case:
On March 23, 1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly.
Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
"Ordinarily," Dr Mills continued, "A person, who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide." That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject "A" but kills subject "B" in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject "B".
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her.
Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded. The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident.
It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself, so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the Case:
On March 23, 1994 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide. He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly.
Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
"Ordinarily," Dr Mills continued, "A person, who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide." That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject "A" but kills subject "B" in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject "B".
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her.
Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded. The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident.
It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn't actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself, so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.
A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt
April 19, 2009
Indo- Afro Premier League !!!
Back with a bang...it’s not me but ‘IPL 2009’.After all exertions and collide Mr Lalit Modi was able to pull out a stunner. What a start off to a much awaited and glorified tournament which on the opening day itself distressed the winners and runners-up of 2008. It’s very disappointing to Indian Fan’s as an extraterrestrial country enjoying the opus of grand saga of 2009.
This year also things would be very unpredictable. I am very sure that Mumbai Indians and Bangalore Royal Challengers will fare superbly well this year. The way they played yesterday reflected their strong characters despite being warped completely last year. Yesterday was the day for old Indian war horses to prove their mettle yet again; players like Sachin, Dravid and Kumble made their intentions very clear for this year and presaged the opponents at the very outset. And it was attention-grabbing to hear from Rahul Dravid in the after match presentation that “these wickets suits player like me”. To hear such words from him really hints that he’s trying prove some point to people who criticise his presence in T20 format.
This year will not be easy at all for the batters and will miss the bang-bang cricket unlike last year but truly ecstatic to see ultimately bowlers getting some respite out of the format. All the teams will have to incise their elevated scoring targets and should be setting pragmatic targets. The batters will have to toggle down their gears and will have to play level-headed in such overcast conditions.
Personally speaking I was disillusioned to see my team Chennai Super kings lost to my next preferred team Mumbai Indians.CSK tried their best under tough conditions but finally the quick fire 35 runs of just 14 bowls scored by Abhishek Nayyar for MI's made all the difference. I felt his innings down the order was very crucial and it was turning point of the game which took the game away from CSK. It took 17 overs for Mumbai Indian to score 1st Six of IPL 2009 that too came from budding talent Abhishek Nayyar which gave the indication of how knotty the pitch could be for batsmen for free-hitting. I think there is lot of homework to be done for CSK to be back in the reckoning and it was gratifying to see MI’s playing to their unsurpassed. It was a delight to see Bangalore Royal Challengers slaughter Rajasthan Royals. I always believed that there is nothing defining about Rajasthan Royals and how they managed to win last year is still a mystery to me. This time around I’m damn sure that Shane Warne’s Team will bite the dust and will keep smelling leather in bouncy-seamy tracks of South Africa.
So....stage is set for an exhilarating tournament. Only Villain could be whether this year which is very mercurial in South Africa. And as the tournament progresses I hope the vogue of IPL will pick up in SA and will get to see packed houses, also I hope finally CSK will emerge as winners.
PS: The above post is not to promote IPL but it’s a post from a Cricket Lover who always loves to see game win at the end of the day.
This year also things would be very unpredictable. I am very sure that Mumbai Indians and Bangalore Royal Challengers will fare superbly well this year. The way they played yesterday reflected their strong characters despite being warped completely last year. Yesterday was the day for old Indian war horses to prove their mettle yet again; players like Sachin, Dravid and Kumble made their intentions very clear for this year and presaged the opponents at the very outset. And it was attention-grabbing to hear from Rahul Dravid in the after match presentation that “these wickets suits player like me”. To hear such words from him really hints that he’s trying prove some point to people who criticise his presence in T20 format.
This year will not be easy at all for the batters and will miss the bang-bang cricket unlike last year but truly ecstatic to see ultimately bowlers getting some respite out of the format. All the teams will have to incise their elevated scoring targets and should be setting pragmatic targets. The batters will have to toggle down their gears and will have to play level-headed in such overcast conditions.
Personally speaking I was disillusioned to see my team Chennai Super kings lost to my next preferred team Mumbai Indians.CSK tried their best under tough conditions but finally the quick fire 35 runs of just 14 bowls scored by Abhishek Nayyar for MI's made all the difference. I felt his innings down the order was very crucial and it was turning point of the game which took the game away from CSK. It took 17 overs for Mumbai Indian to score 1st Six of IPL 2009 that too came from budding talent Abhishek Nayyar which gave the indication of how knotty the pitch could be for batsmen for free-hitting. I think there is lot of homework to be done for CSK to be back in the reckoning and it was gratifying to see MI’s playing to their unsurpassed. It was a delight to see Bangalore Royal Challengers slaughter Rajasthan Royals. I always believed that there is nothing defining about Rajasthan Royals and how they managed to win last year is still a mystery to me. This time around I’m damn sure that Shane Warne’s Team will bite the dust and will keep smelling leather in bouncy-seamy tracks of South Africa.
So....stage is set for an exhilarating tournament. Only Villain could be whether this year which is very mercurial in South Africa. And as the tournament progresses I hope the vogue of IPL will pick up in SA and will get to see packed houses, also I hope finally CSK will emerge as winners.
PS: The above post is not to promote IPL but it’s a post from a Cricket Lover who always loves to see game win at the end of the day.
June 18, 2008
TWO DAYS OF SHOOT....
When I was in my second year of degree, our college decided to host an event which intended to converse on the influx of population in Mumbai. Guys….Stay Put!!!! “Don’t abscond please…..Listen to me…I am not here to give any complimentary GYAAN.”
Ok…I came to know about this and was very fanatical to link the team since I wanted to get the feel of the shoot. College had prearranged a “Camera Man” who was from Film Institute of India (FTI) and known to be one of the best and accompanied by a lady who scripted the entire documentary. With them I and my ‘female’ friend joined to help them during the 2 day shoot in adjusting tripod to fit the Camera and to sprint whilst he asks for whatever thing.
DAY ONE:
At around 6 am in the morning I and my friend waited for the Lady and Camera Man to come, finally after 35 minutes man filled with fur on his facade came itching with his full-size handbag. I leisurely whispered to my companion “It seems he is leaving the town” She said “it was a bad joke” and I admitted it too...When he came we asked him “What Happened?” He said “It was a bad night and I could not sleep b’coz of bugs lynching on my massive body”. I burst out to laughter and asked him where he was placed and came to know he was kept in an ashram near to our college which was just in the rear of the prime gutter of our town. I made him understand that in Rs 100 College could not have arranged for better lodging for him. He was uptight and resolute to shift to some superior cottage. But in the meantime “Script Writer” also joined us and added to our cluster debate and it went on. Then suddenly the “VICHITRA PRAANI – The Camera Man” asked the driver to halt the vehicle and he got down at the Thane Highway where vehicles were whizzing but being a first timer I watched very closely as he adjusted the Camera in middle of the road as if his father owned the road.
At around 7.30 am me and my companion feeling sleepy as we were not used to getting up early even for our lectures. Then suddenly my friend started giggling and I was clueless and asked her “Kya Hua??” she pointed her fingers to Camera Man’s hanging jeans. He was wearing a “Low Rise” Jeans with no inner wear and his Chubby Buttocks was peeping out. I also smiled but least engrossed I told her please don’t show me any terrible sights early in the dawn. Finally, he finished and got inside the vehicle and we were told that we would be interviewing Mr L H Hiranandani (father of Real Estate Tycoon Niranjan Hiranandani).We were damn excited to meet him and finally we did ask him questions and at the end of the interview he hugged us saying “You are like my Grand Children”. I wished if I was really his “GRAND CHILD”:(. Then we proceeded to Mantra lay then to Vice Chancellor of University ultimately halted to have quick munch.
We understood that shooting is not easy and with that “CLOWN” it is by no means trouble-free. While we were returning I and my Friend discussing about, movie VEER ZAARA that how dreary it was and about its droll song inside the court. We forgot we have connoisseur glued inside the sedan who liked Veer Zaara and treasured the Camera Angles and all those bull shit. I was yawning and by 8.00 we reached back home. We exhale the moan of respite. I to conclude admitted my blunder of having adjoined them for dreadful shoot.
DAY TWO:
Scene of our college – “Front Angle” to reflect the populace of our College. I was inclined down holding the tripod plunk and cursing the Mad- Ass who was shooting. But unlike me he liked the vista and he was foretelling the scene as in how it will look like. Many of my folks from top of College Building looking at me and laughing and I was literally getting frantic on the kind of commotion I was burdening. Then we went to Chemistry Lab, where students were developing their ‘Chemistry’ with opposite sex. There, I was asked to hold the big white colored board to shoo-away reflection of brightness. The shot was taken in different angle and I was asked to hold it Up and down, Left and right (felt like hammering it on Camera Man’s skull),I was feeling the pain on my body as that MASTER could not get the right F*****G Angle, told him the pain and asked to wind up finally. He smiled but his teeth were uglier than me.
We then proceed to ‘Geography Dept’ where I was clueless about the happening out there - photos of greenery, Dusty Books with repulsive looking lads. He still took the cinema and went on doing it. And Climax of the shoot was excruciating; he wanted to shoot “White Bird’ at 12 noon in order to represent “Migration’ which was the topic for the event... I told him we might have to go out of the college premises to do it. We then encroached the restricted area of ‘Ordnance Factory – Premises’ with tripod and Camera but fortunately escaped the guards. The "Cartoon" shot the “White Bird” by rolling the camera on 4 feet ground with brainless smile on his face. I told him ‘Don’t Smile, if guard sees you they will take your teeth off’. And that was the end of eventful shoot where I left my home to become a STAR but ended becoming a SPOT BOY.
At last the Camera Man walked away with Rs 50000 for his foolhardy demonstration in two days of shoot. Our script writer lady gave adieu to him by yearning him to see in Bollywood Award Functions. I said in mind, and then they will have to come out with some different nomination category; something like ‘BEST BUFFOON of the industry”.
Anyways, I was excited to see the film which was shown to all the contestants and bigwigs. The first scene in that film was of “Crow” I was gob smacked and wondered where was the “White Bird”. Then kept on waiting to see the shot of Chemistry Lab where I lost my chemistry with my soul, it was also missing. Then suddenly film ended with name scroll appearing where my name was mentioned as Shoot Co-Ordintor -‘Shrijeesh Nayyar”.AND I was wrecked…
Ok…I came to know about this and was very fanatical to link the team since I wanted to get the feel of the shoot. College had prearranged a “Camera Man” who was from Film Institute of India (FTI) and known to be one of the best and accompanied by a lady who scripted the entire documentary. With them I and my ‘female’ friend joined to help them during the 2 day shoot in adjusting tripod to fit the Camera and to sprint whilst he asks for whatever thing.
DAY ONE:
At around 6 am in the morning I and my friend waited for the Lady and Camera Man to come, finally after 35 minutes man filled with fur on his facade came itching with his full-size handbag. I leisurely whispered to my companion “It seems he is leaving the town” She said “it was a bad joke” and I admitted it too...When he came we asked him “What Happened?” He said “It was a bad night and I could not sleep b’coz of bugs lynching on my massive body”. I burst out to laughter and asked him where he was placed and came to know he was kept in an ashram near to our college which was just in the rear of the prime gutter of our town. I made him understand that in Rs 100 College could not have arranged for better lodging for him. He was uptight and resolute to shift to some superior cottage. But in the meantime “Script Writer” also joined us and added to our cluster debate and it went on. Then suddenly the “VICHITRA PRAANI – The Camera Man” asked the driver to halt the vehicle and he got down at the Thane Highway where vehicles were whizzing but being a first timer I watched very closely as he adjusted the Camera in middle of the road as if his father owned the road.
At around 7.30 am me and my companion feeling sleepy as we were not used to getting up early even for our lectures. Then suddenly my friend started giggling and I was clueless and asked her “Kya Hua??” she pointed her fingers to Camera Man’s hanging jeans. He was wearing a “Low Rise” Jeans with no inner wear and his Chubby Buttocks was peeping out. I also smiled but least engrossed I told her please don’t show me any terrible sights early in the dawn. Finally, he finished and got inside the vehicle and we were told that we would be interviewing Mr L H Hiranandani (father of Real Estate Tycoon Niranjan Hiranandani).We were damn excited to meet him and finally we did ask him questions and at the end of the interview he hugged us saying “You are like my Grand Children”. I wished if I was really his “GRAND CHILD”:(. Then we proceeded to Mantra lay then to Vice Chancellor of University ultimately halted to have quick munch.
We understood that shooting is not easy and with that “CLOWN” it is by no means trouble-free. While we were returning I and my Friend discussing about, movie VEER ZAARA that how dreary it was and about its droll song inside the court. We forgot we have connoisseur glued inside the sedan who liked Veer Zaara and treasured the Camera Angles and all those bull shit. I was yawning and by 8.00 we reached back home. We exhale the moan of respite. I to conclude admitted my blunder of having adjoined them for dreadful shoot.
DAY TWO:
Scene of our college – “Front Angle” to reflect the populace of our College. I was inclined down holding the tripod plunk and cursing the Mad- Ass who was shooting. But unlike me he liked the vista and he was foretelling the scene as in how it will look like. Many of my folks from top of College Building looking at me and laughing and I was literally getting frantic on the kind of commotion I was burdening. Then we went to Chemistry Lab, where students were developing their ‘Chemistry’ with opposite sex. There, I was asked to hold the big white colored board to shoo-away reflection of brightness. The shot was taken in different angle and I was asked to hold it Up and down, Left and right (felt like hammering it on Camera Man’s skull),I was feeling the pain on my body as that MASTER could not get the right F*****G Angle, told him the pain and asked to wind up finally. He smiled but his teeth were uglier than me.
We then proceed to ‘Geography Dept’ where I was clueless about the happening out there - photos of greenery, Dusty Books with repulsive looking lads. He still took the cinema and went on doing it. And Climax of the shoot was excruciating; he wanted to shoot “White Bird’ at 12 noon in order to represent “Migration’ which was the topic for the event... I told him we might have to go out of the college premises to do it. We then encroached the restricted area of ‘Ordnance Factory – Premises’ with tripod and Camera but fortunately escaped the guards. The "Cartoon" shot the “White Bird” by rolling the camera on 4 feet ground with brainless smile on his face. I told him ‘Don’t Smile, if guard sees you they will take your teeth off’. And that was the end of eventful shoot where I left my home to become a STAR but ended becoming a SPOT BOY.
At last the Camera Man walked away with Rs 50000 for his foolhardy demonstration in two days of shoot. Our script writer lady gave adieu to him by yearning him to see in Bollywood Award Functions. I said in mind, and then they will have to come out with some different nomination category; something like ‘BEST BUFFOON of the industry”.
Anyways, I was excited to see the film which was shown to all the contestants and bigwigs. The first scene in that film was of “Crow” I was gob smacked and wondered where was the “White Bird”. Then kept on waiting to see the shot of Chemistry Lab where I lost my chemistry with my soul, it was also missing. Then suddenly film ended with name scroll appearing where my name was mentioned as Shoot Co-Ordintor -‘Shrijeesh Nayyar”.AND I was wrecked…
May 24, 2008
Grief of my Life ......
I was perturbed, unaided and jaded that’s when I decide to spend some time in creating a blog and to eat my head out. As many would know, what I am doing is not my cup of tea but drawing inspirations from many bloggers across the country, who seems to have identified novel way of comforting their wits. But I am very buoyant about my writing skills.
Whenever I used to write essays during my school days teachers would heat my rear side with one foot long stick (as my back wasn’t that immense), they tried rigidly to rupture my fingers so that I would never commit such crimes in future. Moreover many of my friends did the same, who hit me and made me bleed nevertheless I could not figure out why people were reacting that way and why they were stopping my successful spree towards distinction. I was dejected with tears in my eyes and that’s when I realized people are envious of me, they wanted my blood because thoughts and skills were in my blood. Also I realized that teachers never intended to hurt my back, they were caressing it as I was a cute kid in my school days.
Probably due to my lettering skills I was never been able to woo beautiful chicks. My ex-girl friend dumped me when for the first time I gave her my honest opinion from bottom of my heart via multi-colored letter which described about her Copper Wire like curly hair, Pumpkin like face, horse like leg, Elephant like @##$ and she came running I raised my hand to get a peck but she brutal horse kicked me 5 inches below my belt. I stood embarrassingly steady with my round face. I am tired of people; they don’t have admiration for person like me.
One man is sitting above all of us…..don’t look up you grimy girls... I am referring to GOD!!! He will take revenge for me. Oh Lord! Can’t you see this? Please help me ……..
After spending 3 hours in café I can’t splurge more. Adios (HAPPY???)
Whenever I used to write essays during my school days teachers would heat my rear side with one foot long stick (as my back wasn’t that immense), they tried rigidly to rupture my fingers so that I would never commit such crimes in future. Moreover many of my friends did the same, who hit me and made me bleed nevertheless I could not figure out why people were reacting that way and why they were stopping my successful spree towards distinction. I was dejected with tears in my eyes and that’s when I realized people are envious of me, they wanted my blood because thoughts and skills were in my blood. Also I realized that teachers never intended to hurt my back, they were caressing it as I was a cute kid in my school days.
Probably due to my lettering skills I was never been able to woo beautiful chicks. My ex-girl friend dumped me when for the first time I gave her my honest opinion from bottom of my heart via multi-colored letter which described about her Copper Wire like curly hair, Pumpkin like face, horse like leg, Elephant like @##$ and she came running I raised my hand to get a peck but she brutal horse kicked me 5 inches below my belt. I stood embarrassingly steady with my round face. I am tired of people; they don’t have admiration for person like me.
One man is sitting above all of us…..don’t look up you grimy girls... I am referring to GOD!!! He will take revenge for me. Oh Lord! Can’t you see this? Please help me ……..
After spending 3 hours in café I can’t splurge more. Adios (HAPPY???)
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