Gulaal - Anurag Kashyap

Excellent portrayal of emotion, crude crassy but I was glued. Kay Kay Menon's Dukey Bana was good but the best of the lot was Rannvijay 'Ransa' Singh by Abhimanyu Singh. Ayesha Mohan was good too.

The movie is all about one man's intense love for a Rajputana state. Movie has lots of symbolisms to add to the lot. Also there are lots of intense scenes. The transformation of Dileep Singh cannot be seen as the thread of the movie, but it can be considered as the one central plot.

All the songs, especially 'Aarambh hain prachand', were excellent.

This movie was in my to-watch list for so long. Its one of those movies where you actually take the side of one of the characters (not necessarily the protagonist) and live the movie through him; in my case it was Ransa in this movie.

Go watch the movie, if you are reading this blog, I guess the movie is worth watching too. :)

Hey Ho! It ain't so bad!

Hmmm so we went to this place near Udaipur and saw this road-side place selling ingenious Bhang. Well for those who actually doesn't know what it is, its cannabis (Ganja-Weed-Pot-Pullu) seeds-leaves-flowers and O fuck knows what ground and then made into a sweet connotion called Bhang-ki-Thandai. Well it didn't seem so frigging great or magnificent. But this comment should have been made after 30 minutes of drinking the stuff. O Fuck was I high - Check; Was I paranoid - Check; Was I loosing out on reality - Oh yeah Fucking-Check; Well one trial and now I have lots of people pulling my leg now I am back in town. People give me fucking mineral water and told me to drink in small sips (lest I get knocked down). Wow! So be it. Well, did I enjoy it - Hell Yeah Check ! :)

P.S. : There's lot more to (and embarrassing too) this Bhang story. Well why should I say that to you all! :P

Who's nostalgic here?

Remember the smell of new books? Of new plastic covering on the Annual Diary? The green book you get every year at the beginning of the academic year? The whole tamasha of covering the books with brown coloured paper, of sticking those name stickers. Also those old books, which I used to get from the one year senior neighbour, which will be bound and used for all those subjects where the syllabus has not changed?

The school was all good, with new subjects and new stories. But the fun doesn't last that long. Once you get used to the stories you loose interest. You don't feel like reading them again and again.

One of these days I just fumbled over some new plastic cover and the smell of my old diary cover was all over me. The fun, the excitement, the tension of a new academic year.

Blah, fuck the nostalgia, its not worth it.

Ouroboros.

Big decisions, big people, big dreams and big money necessarily do not make up a big part of our life. Its actually the collection of all the small things, times-jokes-fun and stuff maketh the life better and what it is. I always thought and to a further extent still think, that my instincts will always send me in the right direction, that what I feel when I feel that way is always bound to happen. But, there is a first time for everything. Its not always given in a platter. Maybe you always win the 5 buck lottery, every single time just to loose out on the 500 million lottery. Life teaches you nothing the easy way. Its like a box of chocolates, you eat the good ones first, then the not so good ones and eventually you end up eating the ones you don't usually eat.

The more you wonder the more you know, the more you know the less you wonder about it. Then in the end, you stop. There is no vicious circle, the serpent eating its own tail is nothing but a bloody myth.

Analogy.

Even a stopped clock tells the right time twice a day. So what if you saw this particular clock during one of those two times and assume that its a working clock? Particularly nasty, if you trust the clock to show you the right time sometime later, isn't it? Possible, but not probable. Well again I wonder isn't that happen most of the times, in a relationship? You actually meet a person in similar circumstances as one of those two times when the clock is showing the right time, only difference being that here we allow a lot more tolerance than we would rather for a clock. Funny how things are.

The Killers - Read My Mind.

On the corner of main street
Just tryin' to keep it in line
You say you wanna move on and
You say I'm falling behind

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

I never really gave up on
Breakin' out of this two-star town
I got the green light
I got a little fight
I'm gonna turn this thing around

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The good old days, the honest man;
The restless heart, the Promised Land
A subtle kiss that no one sees;
A broken wrist and a big trapeze

Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
Before you go, can you read my mind?

It’s funny how you just break down
Waitin' on some sign
I pull up to the front of your driveway
With magic soakin' my spine

Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The teenage queen, the loaded gun;
The drop dead dream, the Chosen One
A southern drawl, a world unseen;
A city wall and a trampoline

Oh well I don't mind, you don't mind
Cause I don't shine if you don't shine
Before you go
Tell me what you find when you read my mind

Slippin’ in my faith until I fall
You never returned that call
Woman, open the door, don't let it sting
I wanna breathe that fire again

She said
I don't mind, you don't mind
Cause I don't shine if you don't shine

Put your back on me
Put your back on me
Put your back on me

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun
When you read my mind

Will I, Won't I?

Its an utter waste of time isn't it, trying to figure out things which are not very radical and well o so unpredictable? But there are times you hope to cling to that superstition which will always be there in your mind no matter how much you blasphemise, criticise and try to be logical. Then there are things which you know that you should let go and but then you try again and again, give yet another chance. Then there are times where you actually fucking start to blabber, and that too on a blog. Well there are times like this. Blogging is like talking to an inexistant ever understanding friend, blogging is like talking to yourself. Its so fucking like masturbation, like my good old friend Vijay once suggested. You are the king here. No matter fucking what others may disagree, they-can't-do-a-shit-about-it you know. That's the whole point. So blogging is all about boosting your larger than life, I-Know-It-All ego. The only place you can throw your attitude around with no one to show you the door, show you the way.

Blah! Blah! Blah! Its not so fucking funny, never felt this weird for this long period of time. And its not so fucking funny. For someone with o so big head on the shoulders its tough to understand what the fuck is happening. Just because you can't figure it out with your o so fucking intelligent head on your o so fucking big head on the shoulders. Its an ego killer, that's a pain.

There are times and then there are times. But then there are more o so fucking times.

P.S. : Will I have to fucking put a fucking heading or fucking what was that thing saying there is expletive content? O so fucking hell to those.