How many times have we heard people telling us? There is only one life that we have got to live. Live it with wild abandon.
But the real question is not how many lives we have. Rather, we should be asking ourselves how many people are pining to lead our life the way they want it. Parents, friends, teachers, lovers, fiancées… Everyone seems to think they have a better idea of what you want for yourself than you.
What do you do then? “I love you but then I need to figure this out for myself”. Why does this sound as an apparent contradiction. Why does my unwillingness to follow the path you chartered tell you that I don’t care for you?
The most laughable, pitiable, deplorable thing is this – People who sermon on how we shouldn’t let others to trample over our feelings… the same set of people will react violently coldly when you try and put them firmly their place.
Ouch! Talk of different set of rules to play the same game. One for me and one for all others.
No sir no madam. Life doesn’t work that way. We all have got just one life to live. You have yours, I have mine. The fruits of your virtues are for you to eat. The thorns of my vices are for me to bear. And I like my thorns better than your fruits, thanks. It makes me feel I have done something. Yeah, it wasn’t great… it wasn’t perfect… it could have been a lot better than this… But don’t you realize, it’s very very beautiful as I see it… after all I created it. I love my life the way it is.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Letting go?!!?
When is letting go a choice?
There are certain things in your life, whose mere presence calls for celebrations. And then there are some not-meant-to-be kind of wishes and things. Why the hell will you want to let go of the category one stuff? And where is choice for the category two?
I have realized people talk a lot about letting the past slip behind you and stuff like that? Even I had resolved to ludicrous stuff like these in the darkest hours of my life. But then, past doesn’t become past until you stop believing in the immortality of whatever it is. And until that happens no one including you can make you “let go”. Once that happens, again no one can make you pine for the same again.
And where is the guarantee that once the mistakes are made the lessons are learnt the chapter is closed, the next one will not bear some other errors? What is the game plan then?
So the next time someone tells you to “let go” just dust the impulse off!
There are certain things in your life, whose mere presence calls for celebrations. And then there are some not-meant-to-be kind of wishes and things. Why the hell will you want to let go of the category one stuff? And where is choice for the category two?
I have realized people talk a lot about letting the past slip behind you and stuff like that? Even I had resolved to ludicrous stuff like these in the darkest hours of my life. But then, past doesn’t become past until you stop believing in the immortality of whatever it is. And until that happens no one including you can make you “let go”. Once that happens, again no one can make you pine for the same again.
And where is the guarantee that once the mistakes are made the lessons are learnt the chapter is closed, the next one will not bear some other errors? What is the game plan then?
So the next time someone tells you to “let go” just dust the impulse off!
Monday, November 27, 2006
Too many is a crowd...
My patience levels seem to have hit an ebb these days! Normally, the kind of things that would not make me bat an eyelid can potentially make me throw a fit these days... Must do something about it for sure... That's an action item for the days to come.
Meanwhile, I am dealing with an issue of socializing with too-many-people at once these days. The last weekend I wanted to just have a laid-back weekend with a book and some music but hark! the doorbell kept on ringing and guests just went on pouring. Aunts, Uncles, the darned Chartered Accountant (Been waiting for him for the past six months and the man turns in without any relevant documents on him!) and who all God only knows.
Same thing at work as well... I am looking forward to a quite lunch or meal or tea siesta with the gang or Sri drops in for a moment or two and I have all sort of people barging right into my private space...
Guess there are times when we just cant avoid socializing but why cant people just take a hint and hike thereafter. But when we cant change the people better to introspect! Right?
Meanwhile, I am dealing with an issue of socializing with too-many-people at once these days. The last weekend I wanted to just have a laid-back weekend with a book and some music but hark! the doorbell kept on ringing and guests just went on pouring. Aunts, Uncles, the darned Chartered Accountant (Been waiting for him for the past six months and the man turns in without any relevant documents on him!) and who all God only knows.
Same thing at work as well... I am looking forward to a quite lunch or meal or tea siesta with the gang or Sri drops in for a moment or two and I have all sort of people barging right into my private space...
Guess there are times when we just cant avoid socializing but why cant people just take a hint and hike thereafter. But when we cant change the people better to introspect! Right?
Whats wrong with the media?
I mean the way most trivial issues hyped up and re-runs after re-runs... How the hell is sane audience expect to react to it?
The last weekend I was browsing through the so-called news channels and came across this Telugu news channel… It seems a student was trying to jump off some high edifice. The rescue operations were on in full swing and the relatives and friends were all tensed up. And this nosy journalist keep shoving the mike into their noses asking them awkward questions like,” Did he ever discuss his love life with you?”, “Was he suffering from some secret disease?” and e.t.c. The poor friend already petrified of all the din around yelled at the journo – “Please leave us alone! Right now our main concern is for his safety.” The boy was literally sobbing and the unapologetic journo did not even apologize. THAT was being broadcasted LIVE to the entire world!!! Wonder what things like that do to your integrity?
Switch to a Hindi News channel. Ok, I enjoy the Great Indian Comedy show immensely. I watch it religiously on Star ONE all the time. But isn’t that a right place and a right channel for it? Why the hell do you need to air the same show on a NEWS channel for God’s sake?
DITTO. Cyrus Broacha is an extremely funny guy. Keep him to MTV ZEETV SAB V whatever. What’s the need for him to air an dig at the famous The World This Week?
And if this is what the e-media is busy with, the print media is not left behind either! The HOT item in TOI today was the Ash-Abhi drift thanks to few intimate scenes she did with Hrithik in Dhoom-II.
REDIFF.com did a full article of the “secret” poojas that Abhi Ash offered at Varanasi. The poojas that only “married” offer it seems… Like hell it matters!
Don’t know who is to blame? The media or the audience to whom they claim to cater?
Can someone please hand me over ONE decent newspaper and switch on ONE decent NEWS bulletin please!
The last weekend I was browsing through the so-called news channels and came across this Telugu news channel… It seems a student was trying to jump off some high edifice. The rescue operations were on in full swing and the relatives and friends were all tensed up. And this nosy journalist keep shoving the mike into their noses asking them awkward questions like,” Did he ever discuss his love life with you?”, “Was he suffering from some secret disease?” and e.t.c. The poor friend already petrified of all the din around yelled at the journo – “Please leave us alone! Right now our main concern is for his safety.” The boy was literally sobbing and the unapologetic journo did not even apologize. THAT was being broadcasted LIVE to the entire world!!! Wonder what things like that do to your integrity?
Switch to a Hindi News channel. Ok, I enjoy the Great Indian Comedy show immensely. I watch it religiously on Star ONE all the time. But isn’t that a right place and a right channel for it? Why the hell do you need to air the same show on a NEWS channel for God’s sake?
DITTO. Cyrus Broacha is an extremely funny guy. Keep him to MTV ZEETV SAB V whatever. What’s the need for him to air an dig at the famous The World This Week?
And if this is what the e-media is busy with, the print media is not left behind either! The HOT item in TOI today was the Ash-Abhi drift thanks to few intimate scenes she did with Hrithik in Dhoom-II.
REDIFF.com did a full article of the “secret” poojas that Abhi Ash offered at Varanasi. The poojas that only “married” offer it seems… Like hell it matters!
Don’t know who is to blame? The media or the audience to whom they claim to cater?
Can someone please hand me over ONE decent newspaper and switch on ONE decent NEWS bulletin please!
Hunger pangs!
Wow! This is better than all those days and weeks and months of dieting! For over a year now, I got into that “reduce” “reduce” mode and refused to look at “sinful” cuisines. But over the past few days, I have caught myself digging my nose into those savory aromas yet again! And for once, I don’t even regret gorging those “caloried” morsels either. Wonder what my weighing scales are going to feel about that though! For once, I am not thinking!!!
Thursday, November 23, 2006
If wishes were horses...
Beggars would ride, right? But don’t we keep wishing for something or the other nevertheless?
The other day some kind of discussion cropped up about how each negative thought that we think eats into our psyche and affects us adversely. Someone popped up the million dollar question - "Do positive thoughts enhance our mental well-being then?"
Well, doesn't it? A chubby little baby smiling at you - Doesn’t that light up your face as well? A chance finding of a dear personal belonging long lost/forgotten - Doesn’t that make you glad as well? A good clean joke heard, fun filled siestas with friends, a silent viewing of an old comedy that has always been a favorite, a garden full of blossoming red roses... Doesn’t each one of these scenes, moments rise your spirits?
How difficult is it to be happy? What does each one of the joys listed above cost? And which one of your personal issues/conflicts/tensions do they fail to diminish, if not conquer altogether? Just remember, no matter how big or how severe the problem appears today... In retrospect, when you place it next to life as a whole, it does appear dimunitive!
Life is made of simple pleasures. Simple joys. Simple moments. Don’t fret too much trying to find inner peace and contentment in other distinct venues. Its lies in simplest of stuff that is available in abundance everywhere!
Life is beautiful. Too beautiful to waste on trifles anyways!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Gizmo freaks we are saar!
Ah! The very sight got me weak in the knees... A harmless touch and I broke into a sweat! The first caress and I knew this was it!!!
Wait wait wait! Before you think that I am about to kiss good-bye to my single status... I am talking about the cell-phone shopping spree I took mom out to today! Dad's instructions were clear, crisp and precise - "Mom doesn't use any of the fancy features and neither is she going to change now. So no camera, no gizmo hunting. Stick to plain vanilla of the cell phone universe."
Alas! Obedience has never been my scoring point with dad anyways! :) The moment I walked into the web-world the service engineer who regularly attends to my whims (and gets fat bonuses for the money he milks out of my credit cards) promptly walked our and bared his tambakoo stained teeth at me - "Kahiye madam ji. Naye models dikhau!"
I parroted dad's instructions to him without much enthusiasm. "Haan bhaisahab. Basic models mein kuch bataiye!"
Luckily or unluckily this fellow also doenst believe in hearing out the customer requirements. The next thing I know is that I am ogling my eyeballs out at a Nokia - 6235.
"Madam, cheez dekhe... Sleek, lightweight, camera - badhiya piece hai madam... Aapki taste ka mutaleek hai!"
After that, what was left to do... I got that one. Mom was a picture of satisfaction too. Chalta hai. Aakhir paisa hi sab kuch thodi hi hai! Ah... A day's job well done. Handling dad is going to be the next step... But with his experiences of the daughter-wife duo strutting off to the shop he is already expecting it I guess...
Wait wait wait! Before you think that I am about to kiss good-bye to my single status... I am talking about the cell-phone shopping spree I took mom out to today! Dad's instructions were clear, crisp and precise - "Mom doesn't use any of the fancy features and neither is she going to change now. So no camera, no gizmo hunting. Stick to plain vanilla of the cell phone universe."
Alas! Obedience has never been my scoring point with dad anyways! :) The moment I walked into the web-world the service engineer who regularly attends to my whims (and gets fat bonuses for the money he milks out of my credit cards) promptly walked our and bared his tambakoo stained teeth at me - "Kahiye madam ji. Naye models dikhau!"
I parroted dad's instructions to him without much enthusiasm. "Haan bhaisahab. Basic models mein kuch bataiye!"
Luckily or unluckily this fellow also doenst believe in hearing out the customer requirements. The next thing I know is that I am ogling my eyeballs out at a Nokia - 6235.
"Madam, cheez dekhe... Sleek, lightweight, camera - badhiya piece hai madam... Aapki taste ka mutaleek hai!"
After that, what was left to do... I got that one. Mom was a picture of satisfaction too. Chalta hai. Aakhir paisa hi sab kuch thodi hi hai! Ah... A day's job well done. Handling dad is going to be the next step... But with his experiences of the daughter-wife duo strutting off to the shop he is already expecting it I guess...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
The clown speaks...
Group friendships! Ah, the gang of three’s and four’s. Looks so beautiful from outside, right? But a group of “pals” or “buddies” more often than not is a kaleidoscope of characters, peeves, and inclinations that we cannot hope to diminish or conquer. When you are in a group of people, no matter how big or small the congregation of people is – remember this!!! Everyone needs the same amount of space and the same amount of dignity as you do.
In most of the groups, there will be one chap who will bear the brunt of most of the jokes, be the butt of all "well-meaning" jabs 99.99% of the time. Any attempt of restraining is met with something like - "Arre, we all know you wont mind"( Ah ah ah! Not minding is not a carte-blanche invitation to attack every time incessantly?!!?) or "Tch, if we can’t joke with friends then what’s the fun?"
With some people/groups, you can hope to get your point across even with the subtlest of hints; the others don’t just get the drift even when you scream at them at the top of your lungs. In such cases, what else can you do but sigh and let in/go in exasperation?!!? Actually the trouble with being nice is that everyone expects you will eat out of their hands.
The one who bears the cross with a smile never loses. It’s the people who are out to “have fun” who lose in the long run. I have heard so many people lamenting at the end of the day stating – We thought he/she was a friend whom we could depend on. But today we realize he/she doesn’t bother about us at all.
Well, people I can tell you only one thing. It’s a simple way of the world. What goes out is what comes in. Never expect to slight someone and get respected in return. That doesn’t happen. Has never happened and will never either. We all have fun at the expense of our friends and there is nothing wrong with that. No one is asking you to discuss Socrates and Pluto over a cuppa cappuccino. But the moment the jabs start emerging into a pattern – watch out! Get your act straight and keep a friend. Learn to recognize the destructive patterns you are establishing in your relationships and your friendships.
Or else you DO have a choice. Forget that you can forge a life-long relation with your “clown” partner. That clown has a heart of his/her own and is sensible enough not to give any coveted positions to the people who go on raking up his/her self-respect.
The choice is for you to make... Lets drink to a life-long friendship then!
In most of the groups, there will be one chap who will bear the brunt of most of the jokes, be the butt of all "well-meaning" jabs 99.99% of the time. Any attempt of restraining is met with something like - "Arre, we all know you wont mind"( Ah ah ah! Not minding is not a carte-blanche invitation to attack every time incessantly?!!?) or "Tch, if we can’t joke with friends then what’s the fun?"
With some people/groups, you can hope to get your point across even with the subtlest of hints; the others don’t just get the drift even when you scream at them at the top of your lungs. In such cases, what else can you do but sigh and let in/go in exasperation?!!? Actually the trouble with being nice is that everyone expects you will eat out of their hands.
The one who bears the cross with a smile never loses. It’s the people who are out to “have fun” who lose in the long run. I have heard so many people lamenting at the end of the day stating – We thought he/she was a friend whom we could depend on. But today we realize he/she doesn’t bother about us at all.
Well, people I can tell you only one thing. It’s a simple way of the world. What goes out is what comes in. Never expect to slight someone and get respected in return. That doesn’t happen. Has never happened and will never either. We all have fun at the expense of our friends and there is nothing wrong with that. No one is asking you to discuss Socrates and Pluto over a cuppa cappuccino. But the moment the jabs start emerging into a pattern – watch out! Get your act straight and keep a friend. Learn to recognize the destructive patterns you are establishing in your relationships and your friendships.
Or else you DO have a choice. Forget that you can forge a life-long relation with your “clown” partner. That clown has a heart of his/her own and is sensible enough not to give any coveted positions to the people who go on raking up his/her self-respect.
The choice is for you to make... Lets drink to a life-long friendship then!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Bikes! Ah... The Dhoom effect...
Men! Jesus... I just can’t understand that species! Phew...
On my way back from work the other day, I witnessed a weird incident. There was this dude riding his chick to God-knows-where. The reason why I noticed them in the first place was that their outfits did not quite agree with the weather or the weather did not really agree with the outfits. The lovebirds were cuddling/ huddling against each other to beat the chill... The babe was this gorgeous delicate darling types trying to balance the pile of papers, the sling bag, the seat and the boyfriend all at once!
Suddenly an unruly auto-wallah came from heaven knows where and this guy had to apply brakes suddenly.... Swoooooooooooooooosh! The bike skidded and all the papers flew all across the ground... The girl was kind of thrown away or methinks she jumped the guns...
The guy almost fell off the bike and the bike was JUST ABOUT to fall on the ground when this dude does a John Abraham and picks up the bike from a 15 degree incline! All of us rushed to help them gather their stuff and this girl was almost close to tears when this brain-dead jerk exclaims,” Thank God! The bike did not fall. I was almost dead at the thought..." or something to that effect...
I realize that men love their machines more than they love their women! Having said that don’t some of them take the admiration a bit too far?!!? God! With such a hot chick how can you care about the bike dude! Tch! Never been able to understand these guys' fascination... We women have no chance against the machine :( Sigh!!!
On my way back from work the other day, I witnessed a weird incident. There was this dude riding his chick to God-knows-where. The reason why I noticed them in the first place was that their outfits did not quite agree with the weather or the weather did not really agree with the outfits. The lovebirds were cuddling/ huddling against each other to beat the chill... The babe was this gorgeous delicate darling types trying to balance the pile of papers, the sling bag, the seat and the boyfriend all at once!
Suddenly an unruly auto-wallah came from heaven knows where and this guy had to apply brakes suddenly.... Swoooooooooooooooosh! The bike skidded and all the papers flew all across the ground... The girl was kind of thrown away or methinks she jumped the guns...
The guy almost fell off the bike and the bike was JUST ABOUT to fall on the ground when this dude does a John Abraham and picks up the bike from a 15 degree incline! All of us rushed to help them gather their stuff and this girl was almost close to tears when this brain-dead jerk exclaims,” Thank God! The bike did not fall. I was almost dead at the thought..." or something to that effect...
I realize that men love their machines more than they love their women! Having said that don’t some of them take the admiration a bit too far?!!? God! With such a hot chick how can you care about the bike dude! Tch! Never been able to understand these guys' fascination... We women have no chance against the machine :( Sigh!!!
Monday, November 06, 2006
Falling in love? Excuse me...
Starry eyes, that i-am-a-lost-puppy-take-me-home look, the sleepless nights...
Once a friend remarked, "Falling in love is the most beautiful aspect. Everything else beats it..." has had a profound impact on my mind... True it is, no matter whatever be the outcome, the process of falling in love is an amazing feeling... FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE INVOLVED...
The others can be pretty embarrased though... This is have realised in abundance over the past few months... With too many love stories floating around, I havent had a chance of escape... God! Little did I realise the extent of self-obsession and obsession with the object of admiration feelings of this kind generate... (Am amazed that I have been blind to so many love stories admist our mundane existences though... People meet their soulmates in middle of nerve-wrecking deadline, a harmless touch at a conf call can trigger thoughts of lifetime commitment it seems...WOW! Been looking at all wrong places I guess... )
No offence meant to all those people in love but arent there things that one would rather cherish as private and keep to themselves please. So all those guys who are in love and are not afraid to show it... YOU ROCK guys but please remember there are others who are here for something else... They would rather do without endless tales of how great your date yesterday was... How much affinity and affection does your beau exude...
Does this seem too much to ask?
Once a friend remarked, "Falling in love is the most beautiful aspect. Everything else beats it..." has had a profound impact on my mind... True it is, no matter whatever be the outcome, the process of falling in love is an amazing feeling... FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE INVOLVED...
The others can be pretty embarrased though... This is have realised in abundance over the past few months... With too many love stories floating around, I havent had a chance of escape... God! Little did I realise the extent of self-obsession and obsession with the object of admiration feelings of this kind generate... (Am amazed that I have been blind to so many love stories admist our mundane existences though... People meet their soulmates in middle of nerve-wrecking deadline, a harmless touch at a conf call can trigger thoughts of lifetime commitment it seems...WOW! Been looking at all wrong places I guess... )
No offence meant to all those people in love but arent there things that one would rather cherish as private and keep to themselves please. So all those guys who are in love and are not afraid to show it... YOU ROCK guys but please remember there are others who are here for something else... They would rather do without endless tales of how great your date yesterday was... How much affinity and affection does your beau exude...
Does this seem too much to ask?
Wish you were here!
Life gets tough at times
Seems more than we can bear
Its at times like these I miss you
Wish every breathing moment you were here
There are moments I want to scream
Where are you? when I need you the most
When emotions ruin the practicalities of my life
Where is my anchor of which I dream and boast
Your mere presence would suffice
Soothe the nerves and make me serene
A warm hug that could cheer me up
And give a new meaning to my being
I know problems will not cease
With you around issues will still arise
But doesnt your company make any difference
Doesnt the togetherness in itself suffice?
When our lives are intertwined
Our destinies and souls glued together
If your seperation weighs so heavily on me
These distances how can you bear?!!?
Seems more than we can bear
Its at times like these I miss you
Wish every breathing moment you were here
There are moments I want to scream
Where are you? when I need you the most
When emotions ruin the practicalities of my life
Where is my anchor of which I dream and boast
Your mere presence would suffice
Soothe the nerves and make me serene
A warm hug that could cheer me up
And give a new meaning to my being
I know problems will not cease
With you around issues will still arise
But doesnt your company make any difference
Doesnt the togetherness in itself suffice?
When our lives are intertwined
Our destinies and souls glued together
If your seperation weighs so heavily on me
These distances how can you bear?!!?
Posthumous recognition- Does it matter?
There was a lot of hoopla in the news channels regarding the phantasmagoria called Umrao Jaan. Although most of them seemed to be more interested in the romance that budded between the leading pair on the sets, there were interesting snippets here and there that made the viewing worth a dekko. A heart-rendering but true incident depicted the tomb of Umrao Jaan none less. Even as J.P.Dutta fills his coffers with the story of her life, her tragedy, Umrao Jaan’s tomb lies in the perpetual neglect! What a shame… A life that was more of a series of tragedy interspersed with episodes of neglect, abuse and just a whiff of love… Does that kind of life really care for all the fame and all the accolades that’s showered over their dead bodies?
I was reminded of the life of Vincent Van Gogh. A painting today fetches millions and millions and that genius that created these masterpieces always lived on his brother Theo’s charity. Why is genius never recognized when its alive? Why does every masterpiece trace its history to a neglected, abused, ridiculed & dissatisfied artiste? Does genius stem from the worst of the human emotions? Is it the the depths of despair and frustration that bear beauty?
If yes, is it worth it? Does a life need to burn itself in such perpetual ignominy so that the coming generations can appreciate the fruits of their ridicule? Is it really telling us something? Why don’t we value people for what they are, when they are! Rather than ridicule them for as long as they live!
To quote Javed Akthar Sahab, “Umrao Jaan ke seene mein bhi dhadakta hua dil tha, jiski awaaz uske jeeteji kissi se nahi suni…”.
Umrao Jaan, Van Gogh, Ghalib – These are gone anyways… but there are many of their likes amongst us… Let us show them respect for what they are, what they dare to be! What the likes of us can never dream to reach!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Cest la vie!
Nope, I am not analysing life on a whole. I havent yet decoded that great mystery called life... Neither am I trying to figure out the raison d'etre for our lives....
Just that I realised, whatever we give out to the universe comes back to us! That the law of Karma!
Kharma kharma, I experienced the same this weekend... All those movie screenings at the PVR, Bangalore in which I behaved like an absolutely spoilt brat?!!? The irrelevant comments?!!? The totally out of cuff remarks?!!? Aunties and uncles glaring at me?!!? Their children wishing I was anywhere but at that particular seat I occupied?!!? Well, I am truly apologetic for all those... (Ok, on 2nd thoughts, I exclude Shabd from the list. I would still do the same if I was made to watch that movie again!)
To fast-forward to Saturday. I took Ma to Umrao Jaan at The Prasads... And as it happens, that Lucknowi tehzeeb and that zubaan ki mithaas that both Ma and me enjoy so much as just about to drown us when two absolutely hot guys came and sat next to me! (Darned luck! Why doesnt this happen when I am in that movie hall alone! Murphy, you darned scoundrel...)
Any urdu dialogue comes up and they rip it apart! For one, mom was getting irritated as they disrupted her admiration for Javed sahab's handiwork... For two, like is the problem with 99.99% of hot guys, there wasnt a lot between their ears. So the comments were too passe... (If you are a guy, then Yes, you are hot and you fall in that 0.01%... Chillax!) ... For three, they had breaths that were heavily laced with zarda... (Sniff! Darned luck! Bye bye hotties...)
They were perfectly ruining the screening for me... My past karmas flashed before my eyes... Just as I was about to don that Rajani Didi avtaar and about to set things right... DIVINE INTERVENTION... I dont know what happened but just as abruptly as they came they left too and I heaved a sigh of relief... Mom commented something about how spoilt the kids today were and I couldn't help but agree... ;)
Cest la vie!
Just that I realised, whatever we give out to the universe comes back to us! That the law of Karma!
Kharma kharma, I experienced the same this weekend... All those movie screenings at the PVR, Bangalore in which I behaved like an absolutely spoilt brat?!!? The irrelevant comments?!!? The totally out of cuff remarks?!!? Aunties and uncles glaring at me?!!? Their children wishing I was anywhere but at that particular seat I occupied?!!? Well, I am truly apologetic for all those... (Ok, on 2nd thoughts, I exclude Shabd from the list. I would still do the same if I was made to watch that movie again!)
To fast-forward to Saturday. I took Ma to Umrao Jaan at The Prasads... And as it happens, that Lucknowi tehzeeb and that zubaan ki mithaas that both Ma and me enjoy so much as just about to drown us when two absolutely hot guys came and sat next to me! (Darned luck! Why doesnt this happen when I am in that movie hall alone! Murphy, you darned scoundrel...)
Any urdu dialogue comes up and they rip it apart! For one, mom was getting irritated as they disrupted her admiration for Javed sahab's handiwork... For two, like is the problem with 99.99% of hot guys, there wasnt a lot between their ears. So the comments were too passe... (If you are a guy, then Yes, you are hot and you fall in that 0.01%... Chillax!) ... For three, they had breaths that were heavily laced with zarda... (Sniff! Darned luck! Bye bye hotties...)
They were perfectly ruining the screening for me... My past karmas flashed before my eyes... Just as I was about to don that Rajani Didi avtaar and about to set things right... DIVINE INTERVENTION... I dont know what happened but just as abruptly as they came they left too and I heaved a sigh of relief... Mom commented something about how spoilt the kids today were and I couldn't help but agree... ;)
Cest la vie!
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