Sunday, June 27, 2004

Point to Ponder

I was channel surfing yesterday when I happened to catch a rerun of 'Star Parivaar' and also managed to watch a bit of Kasautii Zindagii Kii... I was wondering... what would happen if Karan Johar and Ektaa Kapoor were to get married? Kkuch Kkuch Hotaa Haii? Kyunkii Anjalii bhi Kkabhi Ttomboy Thii? I suppose Aaditya Chopra would be best man for K-Jo and Smritii Iraani and Gaurii Pradhaan would be bridesmaids for Ektaa Kapoor...

One more point to poinder... Is the whole K thing a numerology gimmick? I mean... Shah Rukh could actually sue Ektaa... K-k-k-k-Kiran (and the poor guy still gets unlucky in Darr... n'est ce pas, Miss Kapoor?)

(This is a major Oh Whatever! Nevermind... post)

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Iterations in philosophy - wise goat talk much IV

The goat returns,
One of the books that i did read in professional college was Ayn Rand and i know, it sounds cliched but the woman makes sense at times, even the broad exaggerations of the characters in her books are excusable when it comes to one singular point that she exultantly makes in her books. pain is fleeting, happiness is the real deal. the constant, nay the ultimate constant. that flame inside that burns unruffled by anything else, in respect and celebration of all that is good and true and this earth.

 
which brings me to the crux of another matter in our lives that we seem to struggle with since the beginning of existance and usually ends up being a borrowed line of thought usually inherited from our parents without thought or reason. more often than not what we do end up with is a morality thats not even ours! any logical being would immediately perceive this as a heinous crime but most of us seem to be happy and even satisfied with it.
 
 
wake up people, you arent thinking. Altruism, defined in websters dictionary as "unselfish concern for the welfare of others", is probably one of the most mis-interpreted and ill-defined words present in the english vocabulary. we use these words with a sense of reckless carelessness and the fact of the matter is that we never care to really comprehend what the words "unselfish", "self-less", "welfare" imply.

 
when we think of the word "welfare" any social worker will tell you that its giving food or money or a house to the needy, or a chance. but that is only a means to an end, an exhaustible resource, a drain on the producers who are the real creators of this earth. what the welfare in spirit should mean and does mean is educate them, with knowledge, not the kind that schools give today, but the skill of production (but i warn you, this kind of knowledge is effective when given only to a particular breed of men) the men with a desire to produce to create and maintain what we have as men! give them to the men who claim their need as their right to anything on earth then you will only be wasting your time, money and not to mention productivity.

 
selfless aah yes one of the most psuedo-noble words used by those who have no respect for themselves, in the deeper philosophical perspective the word selfless is one of the most profane you could think of...that without a self, no self-respect, no pride, no mind, no courage, no will, no ability, no logic, no purpose, no reason. all consequences of NO SELF. only when we learn to care for whats truly important, the respect for the man, then only can we do something worthy of our life. man is a social being only not in the sense thats being used today widely. i cry to the men of the mind...

"show me your best work, the best of your abilities, of your mind, no strings attached, so that i know its possible and right to work to be as good as you can be and not feel guilty about producing too much. show me that there is a world out there that respects logic and reason and doesnt ask me to be ashamed of wanting only the best as a means of survival. show me that the mind is a mans greatest virtue and tool of survival and describing whats illogical as 'feeling' is only escaping reality and hence escaping the mind. show me my fellow men, that life is a celebration and we wouldnt have it any other way. a monument like the arc de triomphe"

the goat rests.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Chronicles of an Insomniac - I

It's been a long, tiring day. I slept through most of the flight from Mumbai to Ahmedabad, but that's okay. Indian Airlines doesn't have pretty air-hostesses anyway. It's good to finally be back home. Loads of work still needs to be done as regards the template for the blog, but I just can't get down to starting it. It's the middle of the night, and I'm unable to sleep, so I figured I'd write down all the random thoughts that seem to come only when I want to sleep.

I've been thinking a lot about what I'm going to be doing in two years' time when I graduate. My experience at engineering college has made me certain of one thing. It's not what I set out to do. Management seems interesting at times... but again, I don't know if that's something I really want to do for the rest of my life. And then, I don't want to work right after I graduate. In a nutshell, I have no clue where my life's taking me right now... At this point I usually start panicking and wonder if I'll actually ever end up doing anything at all...

A year back, I wrote a note to myself about how I wanted to spend my life. All I ever want to achieve in life is the ability of appreciate it. I want to explore... to study... to observe... but never in the oppressively academic environment of university. I want to spend time learning music, language, art, engineering, medicine, tennis, dancing... I want to learn it all. I live in the constant fear that my only goal is the one I will never achieve. I've achieved some goals, but they've never really been mine from the start. They've been hitch-hikers... Picked up along the way from roads I've traveled... people I've met... Not one of them has been a singularly satisfying experience in itself. What is life, I ask... It is the pursuit of that one goal that will turn my existence into life. It is my inspiration. That goal is my life itself.

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."

- Arundhati Roy (The End of Imagination)

I wish I could take credit for those lines. They describe everything that is noble and good about life. I'd better go to sleep now.

Aaaargh...!

This is being written from a cyber cafe on Mumbai airport... Having spent the last few days in Goa, a return to Ahmedabad is a very depressing anti-climax to my vacation... Fifteen and a half hours in a bus from Panjim to Mumbai is not an experience I recommend highly for vacationers to Goa... To add to that experience, I also spent half my morning in a variety of local trains trying to figure out how to get to Andheri, and subsequently, to the airport... It's a wonder I'm still alive... My mind isn't working right now... Will post tomorrow... And Holland got through to the quarters!!! Yahoo!!! Move over France... Move over England... The men in Orange are coming!!!

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Storm in a D-cup

To,
The Akhil Bharatiya Vidyarthi Parisad (ABVP),
c/o The Communal Party of India (CPI) a.k.a BJP/NDA,
Vast parts of civilized India,
India.

Dear Sirs,
I have been reading in the newspapers about your recent demonstrations against the film "Girlfriend". You tore down and burnt posters of the film at the Keshari cinema hall in Bhubaneshwar today. The reason: The film's theme is against Indian culture. I hear that similar demonstrations took place in Varanasi and Mumbai. It is with great pride that I inform you that i fully support your actions today. Girlfriend is a bad movie. It is trash. It does not represent modern India in good light at all. After all, how can a society which accepts diverse sexual orientation ever be democratic? I mean, what's choice if someone else isn't making it for you, eh? Of course we don't have the right to choose our sexuality, or coming to think of it, our religion... perhaps in a few years we won't even have to choose our homes, our wives, our jobs... maybe even our underwear! Who'll make those choices for us? Why, of course! You! We are just a society of poor, dumb people who will be "misguided" by the "bad impact" of films like Girlfriend or Fire. And then, there's also the issue about whether lesbians and gays are actually people at all. Right? I mean, it's like Muslims aren't people, lesbians and gays aren't people... Very soon we'll expand that list to include Parsis, Sikhs, Christians, Jews... hopefully NRIs... Sonia Gandhi... Janet Jackson... hell! we'll have a ball! I love lists... (Yes Mr. Schindler)... I just love the way you people declared that "ABVP will not allow the movie to run in any state theater"... It's so... so... authoritative... totalitarian isn't the word I'm looking for... really! I swear! We're democratic, independent, free (that's a tautology, or is it?) people... we shouldn't be allowed to watch things that you think will mislead us... But there's just one tiny question I have for you... What's wrong about lesbians? I mean... they're people, right? At least, they were, once... Of course, I don't mean to form an opinion here... but I would like to know why you're up in arms against the movie! How come you have nothing against Indian youth watching porn movies/kinky sex/kissing scenes in American movies? I mean... that's pretty misleading too, isn't it? I never watch such stuff. It expands the mind and that's definitely not a good idea... is it? Perhaps we should think about banning the internet. Or maybe we should go back to using lynx... I even have a slogan... "Only text... No Graphics" (Ok! Ok! I copied that from Nike!)... and then we could ban all those TV shows that have kissing scenes... wait! That'd mean we'd have to ban about every channel on TV! What fun! We can all watch reruns of "Krishi Darshan" together... We can ban co-ed schools... except that then we'd have to ban girls schools and guys schools too... (that causes lesbianism/homosexuality, you see)... perhaps we'd just better ban school! An uneducated democracy is so much more fun to run... The possibilities are endless... My eyes brim over... Thank You, gentlemen. For showing me the right path... for telling me that my opinion does not matter... for informing me that I cannot watch Girlfriend even if I wanted to... for telling me that you can decide my sexuality... Thank You...

Yours Sincerely,

A confused Indian.
I'm straight, by the way.

And to Mr. Karan Razdan... I think your movie sucks. It's the principle that matters, dude... not the cash... get it? Get some class... The same goes for Amrita Arora and Ishaa Koppikar...

Sunday, June 13, 2004

Philosophy of an insomniac - Wise Goat Talk Much III

Hullo there my loyal citizens....
The goat now responds to all the melancholia and madness around us when he addresses us all. Why does the glass have to be half full? Why does a horny goat have to wait for breeding season? Why, oh why! Can't the cable operator at my place get his bloody act together so i can watch Thierry henry kick some ass?!?! Why do the french have this infernal disease of writing their names in one bloody way and pronouncing them in an entirely different way, giving wannabe pseudo characters a chance to act even more snooty and high handed? Eternal questions... and i'm waiting for the eternal answer. They say the G.U.T is coming... the theory of everything, the answer to the world, the end of misery. All the goat can say is BAAAA-h. Does it matter either way??!?
Regardless of whether the theory of everything comes or not, project scorched Gujjus (as an eminent frog i knew put it) wont be repealed, mallus will still talk in that impossible manner and people like George "dubya" bush will continue to hold the most powerful office in mankind and goats will still be thought of as mere animals instead of the guardians of the universe that they are! But fear not. The goat will bleat on... the voice of free, strange, cluttered thought.
The goat rests...

Friday, June 11, 2004

Citius, Altius, Fortius... a dream

I was watching the Olympic torch relay around Delhi yesterday. It was the first time that the Olympic torch came to India in 44-odd years. Now that the event has passed, I feel an sense of acute disappointment and shame at the manner in which the relay was handled.

P.T Usha, arguably India's greatest woman athlete ever was invited at the last minute. Where was Prakash Padukone, one of only two All England champions that India has ever produced? Where was Leander Paes, hero of the Atlanta Olympics, because he brought home a bronze medal in tennis for a performance that changed the face of Indian tennis forever? Irfan Pathan and Virender Sehwag ran with the torch... If cricketers were to be part of the relay, and I really do not see why they should be excluded, where was Sunil Gavaskar?

How many remember that Chetan Baboor and S. Raman won India it's first gold medal at the Commonwealth table-tennis meet in Glasgow? How many remember the Indian football team of the fifties, that won the Asian games twice and finished fourth at the Melbourne Olympiad? Koneru Humpy, P. Harikrishna and Vishwanathan Anand are among the greatest chess players in the world, today... Anju Bobby George was the first Indian athlete to win a medal (bronze) at the World Athletics Championships... What about the Indian junior volleyball team that won a silver at the World Youth Championships at Bangkok in July 2003? The list is endless... K.M. Beenamol, Jyotirmoyee Sikdar, the Indian hockey teams, P. Gopichand, Sania Mirza, Aparna Popat, Ramesh and Ramanathan Krishnan, Nisha Millet, Jaspal Rana... They are Indian sport's finest.

I admit, we are ranked only a lowly 53rd in the Olympic medals tally. We are not world-beaters at athletics, swimming, gymnastics, basketball... it's a long list. But can we not at least prove that world-beaters or not, we are good sportsmen? Aishwarya Rai, Vivek Oberoi, Shah Rukh Khan, Aamir Khan, Rani Mukherji, Bipasha Basu, Suresh Kalmadi... what were they doing with the Olympic torch in place of these athletes? What is their contribution to Indian sport? It is sad that more people would turn up to watch Aishwarya Rai run with the Olympic torch than to watch Jyotirmoyee Sikdar. Or to see Vivek Oberoi and Shah Rukh Khan rather than Prakash Padukone. In a country where sporting heroes are rare, nothing could have been better than for the Indian Olympic Association to stand firmly behind India's sportspersons and to give them the recognition and honour they deserve. Yesterday was just a crowd-pulling exercise... A game... Not sport.

Thursday, June 10, 2004

Oh Whatever... Nevermind...

Turns out my result isn't really all that good. Some 10 guys in the class have scored 90+ in the exams! Which makes my 87.3 look pretty average... Oh whatever! Nevermind... I suppose...

Hmmm...

We finally got to watch 'The day after tomorrow' today. Thankfully, it was worth the wait. It's a bit unrealistic at times with the far-too-quick, far-too-dire implications of global warming, but at least it's a sign that people realize that global warming exists, and is very dangerous. I wonder if Rakesh Roshan can make a musical out of this...!

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

- Rudyard Kipling


One of my favourite poems. Hil I loved the psalm of life. that is indeed how life should be. the goat rests..and apologises for not having bleated much in the past few days. he's lovesick you see!;P

Wednesday, June 09, 2004

A Psalm of Life

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.



- Henry W Longfellow
(Voices of the Night)

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

The Memory Remains - II

It's kinda weird how I keep having to switch between two different lives every year... When I'm at Surathkal I'm a different person... I have responsibilities... important things to worry about (such as bank accounts, hostel fees, phone bills, expenditure, attendance etc)... I take important decisions regarding the number of classes I need to attend to pass the year, Feng Shui for my hostel room, how many sessionals to write et al... I feel grown up...
At home, I have no worries... My parents take care of most things... I just sit at home and watch TV and post inane stuff on this blog... I go out with friends, watch movies, eat at vague places (without worrying about the bills), listen to loud music all day (well okay... I do that in college too)... Three hours with friends is good... It reminds me of the person I once was... Sahil...

"Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains..."

A small fact: The woman in the song 'The Memory Remains' by Metallica is Marianne Faithful

He Lives!



Peace... Love... Empathy...
It's better to burn out than to fade away

Back in black...

Ah... haven't put anything on the blog for two days now... feels good to be back... must change template sometime though... just can't get started... (sigh) anyway... good news is that I finally managed to get my result... M had to get it for me from the college (masquerading as my mom, in the process)... Marks are good - 786/900 (87.3%)... biggest disappointment - only 66/100 in Applied Thermo (which adds to the 75/100 I got in Basic Thermo last sem and therefore, proves my ineptitude at this particular subject... and I still have Heat Transfer to go!)... bigger (pleasant) surprise - 93/100 in metrology... I don't remember even having written 93 marks worth in this particular paper... I'm not complaining, though... Other news...

Went to watch '50 First Dates' yesterday at Fun Republic with Vidit, Ninad and Trushal... *s Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler... Drew Barrymore is a woman with short term memory loss... She can't remember anything for longer than one day... (Her long term memory is fine, though, so she knows her dad, brother etc etc)... Adam Sandler is a vet (I think he's an icthyologist but I'm not sure if that's the word) who falls in love with her and helps her with her syndrome... She has a dad and a decidedly gay dope for a brother... There's a bizarre Hawaiian native who's Sandler's friend and "lives vicariously" through Sandler... The movie's fun, mostly... boring at times (read: FIFTY bloody first dates!)... All in all, worth a watch... Better than any hindi flick I've seen this month...

Saturday, June 05, 2004

Another misadventure

Went to Fun Republic with Abhishek (J) again today for "The Day After Tomorrow" (3:30 show). Guess what, we didn't get tickets! This is the fourth day in a row that I haven't got tickets for this movie, and I am getting seriously pissed. I don't understand Gujjus. They don't understand a word of decent English. Subtle humour is lost on them. Their idea of global warming is burning Muslims all over the state. What is it in their genetic constitution that makes them watch English movies, then? I've never been able to explain what a 60-odd year old couple (obviously Gujju) was doing at Matrix: Revolutions... Why were Gujjus watching Lord of the Rings 3: The Return of the King when they haven't read the book or watched the first two movies? Is it just because the movie won an Oscar? Maybe they should watch Amelie. Since they watch English movies, they could try a French movie too... I've decided. I'm going to watch "The Day After Tomorrow" on Monday (that's the day after tomorrow). If it's the last thing I do. Bring it on, Gujjus. I'll be waiting. *Growls*

Point to Ponder

I was wondering...

They say God is everywhere. If he's everywhere, he must be in the potty too... What happens to him when we flush?

ROTF LMAO

[In a confessional, Alejandro posing as a priest.]
Elena: Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been three days since my last confession.
Alejandro Murrieta: Three days? How many sins could you have committed in three days? Come back when you have more time, please!

[In a confessional, Alejandro posing as a priest.]
Elena: I have broken the fourth commandment, padre.
Alejandro Murrieta: You killed somebody?
Elena: No, that is not the fourth commandment!
Alejandro Murrieta: [pause] Of course not!

[In a confessional, Alejandro posing as a priest.]
Elena: I dishonored my father.
Alejandro Murrieta: That is not so bad. Maybe your father deserved it.

Captain Harrison Love: The lady and I were trying to dance.
Alejandro Murrieta: You were trying. She was succeeding.

Don Diego de la Vega: Do you know how to use that thing? (a sword)
Alejandro Murrieta: Yes! The pointy end goes into the other man.

Saw 'The mask of Zorro' yesterday. I love these dialogues. The comic timing is excellent!
On a more serious note:

Don Diego de la Vega: There is a saying, a very old saying: when the pupil is ready the master will appear.

Elena: Yes, were you looking for something?
Alejandro: A sense of the miraculous in everyday life.

Ole!

Identity

As I was going up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish I wish he'd go away...


Got this poem from the movie 'Identity'. Couldn't find the rest of it anywhere on the net. It's quite obviously about schizophrenia, but I'm unable to figure it out completely. Help!

Friday, June 04, 2004

A Toast to Harsh

Harsh Jain (read: best friend, since age 0) got into NUJS a month back. Last week, we found out, to everyone's delight, that he's rank 56 in the NLS entrance test. That means he now has admission to Asia's best law school. Way to go dude! I won't deny that I was looking forward to having you come to Surathkal. That would have been really cool, but you seem to be hell bent on becoming a lawyer. All the best, man... here's to you! And remember...

"You haven't lost until you've fallen off the backseat of the bicycle 17 times"
- Ancient IIMA saying

Result Woes

Abhishek (D) met me online today. Apparently the IVth sem results are out. He called college and they told him he has 78.15% or something. He gave me the number... I called... this is what happened...

Me: Hello?
Stupid Woman: Hello. This... is... NIT... Surathkal... (... = long pause)
Me: I'm a IVth sem Mech student. I hear the result is out. Can you tell me my marks please?
Stupid Woman: Come on Monday and collect your result
Me: No No! You don't understand. I'm calling from Ahmedabad. Can you please tell me my result?
Stupid Woman gives phone to another stupid woman.
Stupid Woman 2: Hello? Who are you?
Me: IVth sem Mech student. Please give me my result.
Stupid Woman 2: Come on Monday and collect your result
Me: Madam, I am calling from Ahmedabad. Ahmedabad, Gujarat. It's very far away. Please tell me my result now.
Stupid Woman 2: Come on Monday and collect your result. (Hangs up)
Me: Hello! Hello? Hellllllooooooooo?

*Bleep Bleep* (phone line disconnected)

*I hate Kandus*

Valley of Misery

Hey! I just discovered a song called "Valley of Misery" in my Metallica collection. I'd heard that this was supposed to be on Load/Reload, but for some reason it wasn't included. It's supposed to be an unreleased Metallica track. When I tried to get the tabs for this song on the net, it's listed under Darcane or Holochaust. Surprising thing is, every time I downloaded Darcane on the net, "Valley of Misery" was never listed as a Darcane song, but always as a Metallica (unreleased) song. Holochaust is the old name for Darcane, by the way. Darcane is a Finnish metal group led by Tommy Dee (keyboard/vocals)... They're unsigned as yet, and I have some of their songs. They're quite good. Download if possible. And yeah, if anyone who reads this blog gets any info about "Valley of Misery", do let me know. Fart once!

Yuva

All the LD/Nirma guys finished their exams yesterday, so, predictably, we decided to catch a movie. I suggested "the Day after tomorrow". The show was at 6:30, Wide Angle. We reached at 6:15, and guess what! Another house full! I can't believe this happened TWICE yesterday. I mean, those of you who visited the blog will have read about my frustration the first time I didn't get the ticket, but this time I was really, really mad. In a fit of pique, I decided I wouldn't watch the bloody movie. Who wants to pay for a Hollywood flick anyway? "From this day on I will only watch swadeshi maal. Pure unadulterated Bollywood crap"... And tomorrow when I'll be sober again and off pot, I'll delete this post. Anyway, we ended up watching Yuva. Here's a review:

Yuva: *ing Abhishek Bachchan as Lallan Singh (winces), a gangster who probably is a good guy somewhere deep, deep down, but just can't get out of being a gangster (kinda like his acting, wouldn't you say?)... then there's the gorgeous Rani Mukherjee as his loving wife who keeps hoping he'll get better though he beats her black and blue every ten minutes... Ajay Devgan is a college student (methinks he must have taken too many drops to write JEE before finally taking admission to some college in Calcutta) who is called Michael Mukherjee (shouldn't he be Mikhail Mukherjee, considering that the movie's set in West Bengal...?)... Esha Deol (who looks really nice in some scenes is his girlfriend...) is a French teacher who writes things like "j'aime Tom Cruise..." on blackboards while teaching a class of elderly people (!)... Vivek Oberoi is Arjun something, a confused engineer (deja vu?) who helps Michaelbhai out during the film in one scene (that comes after the intermission) and therefore becomes a politician and wins an election... Karreeinnaa Kapoor (did I spelll thaat riigghhtt?) is a bimbette. Period.

The movie's set in Calcutta and revolves around politics in WB. Om Puri is one evil politician types who does everything he can to prevent Ajay Devgan and Vivek Oberoi and co. from contesting the state elections. Ergo, he employs a train of baddies, which includes Abhishek Bachchan and his elder brother (who Abby doesn't get along with). The goons then proceed to bash up several students, locking them up in large buildings, torturing them... the works. One nice baddie, however, who promised Rani Mukherjee to help Abhishek get out of gangsterdom releases the poor students and is shot dead. The students contest elections, and they win. Of course, there are chase sequences (Vivek chases Karreeiinnaa, Abhishek chases Ajay (!), Abhishek chases Vivek (!!) etc). There are lots of fights, loads of blood and corny dialogues too. Performance wise, Rani Mukherjee and Vivek Oberoi steal the show. Their acting seems so spontaneous that it's impossible to imagine that anyone else could have been cast in their place. Abhishek Bachchan is sincere and does a fairly good job as Lallan Singh. Ajay Devgan shouldn't be playing college guys anymore. For Chrissakes! He's 40! But he acts well. Maybe if he'd been given Om Puri's role it would have been better. Om Puri is a bore. Esha Deol is not bad as the sweet girl-next-door and Karreeiinnaa is... well... Karreeiinnaa... All in all, not a bad movie, though considering the plot, a lot more could have been done. Not as good as Bombay (an earlier Mani Ratnam film), but definitely worth a watch at least once.

Rating: ***1/2 stars out of 5

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Peace

hil i know the riots piss you off...but one thing that really ticks me off is dubya..this ones for him

The sands of war settle..
As a child weeps under the scorching sun,
Wails of sorrow fill the desert air,
Someone’s lost a mother, but the battle’s just begun…

Human emotions crumble into the mud…
As fools who rule crave for more power,
Simple delights of life are forgotten,
The smile of an infant, the fragrance of a flower…

Battles rage in an ancient land,
As fire rains on the quiet night sky…
Lives are reduced to mere numbers,
And the common man knows not why!

Anarchy and chaos reigns supreme..
As men perish without dignity, life ends without a trace,
One can’t help but wonder….
Is humanity indeed earth’s most intelligent race?

If desire for a unified humanity doesn’t arise…
Hatred will always increase…
All a child can ever hope for,
Is one day mankind might see peace!

Finding Meaning

I'd never really given thought to why my blog was called Oh, Whatever Nevermind... It was just one more name, as far as I was concerned... so the blog URL kinda justified the attitude (my lack of one, actually)... I happened to read this today, and it embodies everything that the blog name stands for. Enjoy.

What's the season of love if you can't have everything
what's the reason of love if you can lose everything
What's the meaning in a crime? It's a crime if anything.
What's the meaning of love?It's a grand, it's a grand.


How can a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday
and you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyways
there's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday.
you could shit upon the stairs, you'll be friends

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly.
Should it subtlely irritate, keep it movin' equally.
All I know is just the fact, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway

All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
All i know is just the facts, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway

(Aero Zeppelin)
- Nirvana

Kurt lives!

Bloody Gujjus...

Srinath, Shreyas and I went to Fun Republic today for "The day after tomorrow". Awesome movie, except that we didn't get tickets. Damn these crazy gujjus. The movie's been in the theaters for a week now and today *Thursday morning* (please note) at 11:15 in the morning, we find out that the show's sold out. IT'S A WORKING DAY YOU FREAKING GUJJUS!!! You guys don't even freaking understand English... whatcha doing going to theaters and watching "The day after tomorrow"? Why don't you go watch Main Hoon Na for the fifth time and cry about Shah Rukh Khan or Zed Khan or whatever... Why don't you go hang out near commerce college, or go to Crossword and listen to Bakestreet Boys or something? Why, Why, Why?

(sigh) At least the morning wasn't a total waste. We shot pool for an hour and played a frame of snooker too.

Here's one more incident that comes to mind. All non-Gujjus, read and laugh your brains out.

This happened when I came last (March). We'd gone to Fun Republic to watch "The Return of the King". At the ticket window:

Me: 5 tickets for Return of the King
Guy at the window: (in gujju) mast movie che. 2nd part joyi che? Chamber of Secrets?

Me: @#$! (Oh Whatever... Nevermind...)

*and life goes on...

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Episode 2: About a Goat

Neobond returns! For the revolution that is you nitwits!
Uncle john galt stands at his side to guide him through the process. (Did we forget to mention that the orcale eloped after episode I?... Smith or something... long live the Oracle). Resolutely, they gaze at the lathes placed in front of them with Bob Marley crooning in the background. Why bob marley you ask? "Get up, stand up... stand up for your rights!" (He's the official song-writer for the revolution... he plays at all those ultra-cool rave parties we have with sex, booze and impending doom). plus they say he died at the hands of a lathe when his dreadlocks got caught in one.
The architect watches on intently, waiting for them to make the first move... but then... disaster! another complication occurs! Super-architect uncle Roark walks in, hand in hand with aunt Rand. If you're wondering whats happening at this point in the concept called time, the wise goat answers. It's the marriage of the two most important pieces of pseudo-philosophy we've seen in humankind! And all this must but happen in the presence of arbitrators, the messiahs of the universe, the answers to the system! The goat, the kryptos and the hil! E-LODU is confused at this point as the hand files grind away to the screeching rhythm of the "wedding march" as uncle and aunty meet the lord of the workshop. He is the almighty in the eastern region in the suburbia of USSR, he is mentally unstable and refers to himself in the third person for some inexplicable reason. He is...ALEXander! (first years, beware!) The ander is an afterthought that i just thought of! The wedding continues, among a chorus of bleats resonating from the hallowed portals of the foundry... the mistreated children of my kind... goats and emotionally constipated first years cry out for a prayer of a chance to make it into the second level of the matrix!
The gods of rock thunder in disapproval as AC\DC (anti chodu-dickheaded chums)screams that this is noise pollution! But wait! It's the KREC music club to the rescue! Praise be to the lord. The Masters of Cacophony are here. (More about them in episode III). Cut to the chase. The wise goat nods in agreement as he concedes that this entire system doesnt make an iota of sense!!! He hangs his horns in disappointment as he trots into the sunset on the beach... he has a date and hopefully will score! (sex on the beach is indeed his favourite cocktail!). In the meantime... Neobond is preparing for a forced entry into level two of the matrix. More in episode III.

I am Morpheus

Took this test through a link on Hemant's blog:

N3urotica

Morpheus
Morpheus

I'm Morpheus. What are you?

Greek Gods @Quizilla.com

Avril lavigne

Man! This woman really knows what to do to push my buttons, and in a good way. Just the other day i watched her in this video on the tube! She was actually singing "fuel" (yes ppl read metallica mad double bass drumming with a beautiful riff) and the Gods themselves were sitting in crowd and nodding their approval with Ulrich actualy air-drumming to boot. This woman really is something. Amazing hair fantastic voice and a rock em all attitude. I think im in love!:-p
Just wanted you guys to know that if you can get your hands on the video then plz do! Worth watching. Hil if you reading this...here's something really worth wasting bandwidth over! cure for the jobless indeeed! which brings me to something else... what is it with women and leather! i dont really think a leather fetish counts as something kinky cuz almost every second man i know has a thing for it! and kinky would technically count as something rare and bordering on the psychotic! and if the woman in leather is on a bike man we really arent that far from an orgasm then are we!:-D
Wise goat asks another question at this juncture..why does it take that god damn much for a woman to orgasm!?!?! the question remains... All we red blooded males need is a copy of the latest penthouse, playboy or a nice lil erotic story for the more sophisticated ones and we're on our way to whitewash nirvana! But with women... nooo you have to go through the motions...not that the motions arent a fun thought but foreplay and a quickie arent the best of friends now are they! but then i desist....
I bleat on yet another subject! Why oh why in the name of the mother of sweet jesus do these hindi music remixes have to have bimboes in skimpy clothes going through gyrations in non existent clothing?!? i mean not that certain men with bad taste dislike it, but seriously! if you want to parade naked on national television please do it in style. Vulgarity and exposure definitely do not need to go together. Ask parisian women! Hmmm me say me bleated enuf!

The goat rests...

What's in a name?

An important visitor was being taken around an experimental research facility that specialized in cross-breeding. The director proudly showed the visitor one of the animals, saying:

"That one's a cross between a lion and a tiger. We call it a liger"... They moved on to the next animal.

"That one's a cross between a zebra and an ox. We call it a zox"... They moved on to the third animal.

"That one's a cross between a pheasant and a duck. We call it Joe."

*A rose by any other name???*

Why do goats talk?

Now i know i'm obsessed abt goats, but i cant really help it... being a goat myself i'm really baaaad at shutting up. the inner goat in me tells me that since watching oprah i should get touch with my inner kid (note: that's the child in me...i think!) and then comfort myself for all the abuse that i endured at the hands of a ram. Now what does that mean you ask? I say get in touch with your inner goat, sheep, monkey, fire-breathing dragon etc and find out for yourself! It will be a touching journey indeed!
Besides, being loquacious comes naturally to goats, and so does being horny! But that's another story and will be posted in time on the blog, under the weekly series: "wise goat-talk much!". Will see all you animals in time! All female species contact me. I don't need to remind you that goats have a lot of stamina and in this particular case girth isn't lacking either.

Until i bleat next!
NEWSFLASH!!!

Extraordinary League of defenders of the Underwear (henceforth to be referred to as E-LODU) announces list of enemies.

Arch enemies include:

Super Sushil Man
Laurel-man from England (alias PHd Man, alias EcHeadMan)
Pee-man
Janet Jackson

When we get you, we'll send you straight into outer Genitilia... a distant planet in a galaxy far, far away... at the edge of the Milky Way...

Beware, foul scum of the earth. You can run, but you can't hide. We're coming for you.

E-LODU... coming soon to a theater near you.

Heroes of the Day

You have reached the official website of:

"The Extraordinary League of Defenders of the Underwear"

Members include:

X-Ray Man
Butthead Bozo
The Underwear Kid
Captain S. Dick (The name's Dick... Small Dick)
The Bra Brothers
Mutated Mushroom Man
Teenage Mutant Ninja Frog

Individual websites will be put up later. Dial 1-800-UNDERWEAR. Toll free.
Applications are invited. Just fart.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

42

I met someone on the net whose screen pic is the number 42. This person happens to be a big fan of Douglas Adams (of "The hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy" fame). I asked her why 42 was such an important number. It seems, that 42 is the answer. That was kinda cryptic and considering that I'm slow, I was still trying to figure out the question. However, I was informed, to my utter amazement, that she had no idea what it was an answer to. Apparently, it's the universal answer. Example: Do you want a coke? Ans. 42. How many women have you slept with? Ans. 42. What year is it? Ans. 42... Somebody, please help me here... What IS the bloody question? I know loads of you people out there read the hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy, so explain this concept to me. I'm sticking to Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance. Pah!

The Memory Remains...

Got my new scanner today. Had a blast going through old photographs and transferring them to my hard-disk. Varun and I had an interesting conversation yesterday. Linu's got married. It's kinda weird how that keeps reminding me that I'm growing older (note: i said older, not old). It's not something I'm good at, and to be honest, not something I'm too enamoured by. Somehow, when I'm back at home I can't imagine not going to the badminton courts in the evening and playing with Abhishek, Varun, Laurel, Harsh, Arun, Sarathy, Piran and the gang... I still remember our several "test" matches at the Vikram Sarabhai ground (I can't remember if it was Varun who came up with that name) where Abhishek would bat for three days and the rest of us for two days (he holds the record for the highest score on that ground... 200 something... by the second day we were usually too exhausted to remember). There were the birthday parties, the bus journeys to school, tuitions, holi, navratri and diwali celebrations, vishala outings, GI Joe parties, sleepovers... Somehow I always took it for granted that these were things that would always be there every time I got back from college. It's suprising how, to quote Calvin, "reality keeps ruining my life". We're all a long way from home now and the badminton courts are empty in the evenings. I haven't touched a cricket bat or been on the baddy courts for more than a year now. It's been two years since I celebrated diwali with harsh or went to vishala with some of the gang. I wish I'd known this was the price to be paid for growing up. Not that growing up isn't cool. The freedom it accords certainly is fun. There are decisions I can now make for myself... I can deposit money in the bank now (i'm THAT grown up), I can drive, I can travel alone... yep... growing up's not that bad... but maybe if I'd known that all that I'd enjoyed as a child was going to go away so suddenly, I'd have "squeezed and sucked the day" (to quote Metallica) and tried to make the most of each of those moments instead of taking them for granted. All I have now is a bunch of photographs... (sigh) I guess that's life. Carpe Diem.


" Time it was
And what a time it was
It was a time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago, it might seem
I had a photograph...

Preserve your memories...
They're all that's left of me "
- Simon and Garfunkel
 

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