Tuesday, April 20, 2010


I am highly random today - in my conversations, in music (oscillating between John Devnver, Lagaan and Himesh's Radio), clothes that I am wearing, people I am conversing with and so on. I truly believe this is some sort of sickness. It has even infected my sketching practice (toilet paper dispenser, knee measuring device and ugly B&W butterflies).

Of course I am keeping it a BIG secret and behaving rather very normal. Maybe it is some sort of mental illness, some type that I can actually flaunt and make people green with jealousy. Something that everyone would want to have, and some may even fake to belong to the exclusive club. As a kid I always thought cancer was very exotic, Rajesh Khanna dying in Anand added to the glamour element of the illness.

However, I am not wasting time and have been constantly attempting to work since morning. Phones are ringing constantly, almost like a sarkari office.

Let me put an end to this randomness for now.

women and directions

Women are good with directions, especially due to the high entertainment quotient that comes with it. Its quite a sight to see them giving directions to a poor soul (certainly male) who is lost beyond words with interesting landmarks like some English medium school somewhere, a certain house number (when its complete darkness with no street light), a stationery white bus (invisible unless another vehicle throws light on it), a left turn somewhere and so on.

It can be frustrating too, but trust me its entertaining first. An offer by another male to explain these directions is always met with disapproving looks and almost threatening gestures. Its sane (apart from being safe) to just stand back and observe.

There are very very few women who are good with directions, Guddu is one while my jiju Vishal keeps getting lost often. Muzayun is another one who feels she is good with directions, landmarks etc and might even attempt murder if I even try to suggest otherwise.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Vihaan - the making of a star :)

After showcasing the unmatched singing talent of my niece Mihika a few months back, here is Vihaan, me nephew.

He is a huge fan of many Bollywood numbers; his favorite number, however, is 'Poker face' by Lady Gaga :)

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Love, Sex aur Dhokha

The shock value of two couples sharing their naked pictures over the internet (DevD) is now passe, and the latest buzz is voyeurism. While DevD was convincing with characters who were common people like most of us, LSD pushes the comfort zone that a movie explores much further. You can't afford to watch the movie and blush. Everything is real, and the reality is dark, dirty and often ugly.

Sex often sells, but sex here just makes you uncomfortable. But you continue watching it further. That is the addictive part of voyeurism, you can easily get into people's lives and its often difficult to come out of it. Though we may never admit, there is often pleasure in knowing the dirt around.

The movie is a collection of three stories (each based on Love, Sex and Dhokha, in that order), often crossing paths and affecting each other. Each story has all three building elements (Love, Sex, Dhokha), but in varying degrees. And drawn from many real instances, the stories immediately connect with the viewer. Privacy takes a backseat as the stories progress, with the camera watching and recording almost everything. The protagonists are comfortable with leaving a digital footprint of their lives, often intimate and very personal, while some are even tricked into this. But the portrayal is chillingly convincing, helped by the fact that the entire movie is shot on a hand-held camera (or at least shown like that).

The movie paves the way for many more movies to come on subjects considered taboo right now. One can hope for the trend to continue.

Thursday, April 1, 2010


My first post in Hindi and quite a personal one at that.

कभी किसी को मुकम्मल जहाँ नहीं मिलता
कहीं ज़मीन तो कहीं आसमान नहीं मिलता

जिसे भी देखिये वो अपने आप में गुम है
ज़ुबाँ मिली है मगर हमज़ुबाँ नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल......

बुझा सका है भला कौन वक़्त के शोले
ये ऐसी आग है जिसमे धुआँ नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल......

तेरे जहाँ में ऐसा नहीं कि प्यार न हो
जहाँ उम्मीद हो इसकी, वहाँ नहीं मिलता
कभी किसी को मुकम्मल......

This is from a 1981 movie called 'Ahista Ahista' with words by Nida Fazli.
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