Pink Floyd -Wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Blogging is like a new recipe you find in that nice little corner restaurant, at first you are sceptic, then you become very frequent and addicted, then you slow down and then at some point of time you stop all of it. I always thought of blogging as an out of my emotions, the stuffs which I won't speak to keep things on an even keel. But then when I pondered on the same, it seems like washing dirty laundry in public. Its getting all about me. I am not funny, I am not writing any travelogues, its getting monotonous even for me. That's when I stopped blogging, just to be on the record, not that many a lot are interested in the scanty shitty blogs of mine.

Obituary!

He was sitting in his room, watching some music video. He had drunk some and smoked some. I went inside and broke the news: "Dey, Bob Marley is dead!!!". He threw his headphones and said "O shit O shit" and then even while I was walking down the stairs, I could hear him shout.

Then he comes down and asks another room mate, "Dey net il check cheyyada, Bob Marley chathu".

Roomie who was playing some computer game in his room (the game is the sick one where you manage a foot ball team and become rich) was annoyed but still heeds to the request. He checks wikipedia to find that "Edey iyalu 1981 il vadi aayatha. Shavam." Well he hears that, comes and and sits in the living room and said, "Ayyo nammal arinjathu valare late aayi poyi."

O Mary go and call the cattles home!

Ever thought one wrong decision from your part can make your life so fucked up? Its not a rash decision taken at the spur of the moment or anything, I would say I took almost a month for this one. I am not impulsive most of the time. I do get impulsive ideas but in most of the cases I take a lot of time to decide and act upon them.

I kind of knew the decision from day one, but then I did took time to finalise it, to my credit.

But in the fucking end, it was a fucking pathetic decision.

If it looks like shit and smells like shit, chances are it is shit.

à la Barrichello :|

Remember that race where a part of Barrichello's car flew off and hit Massa square and which had sent him retiring in the hospital room for sometime? Any part of the vehicle ever fell off while you were riding/driving? Well, it happened to me; today. The metal thing that stays on the back of the bike, behind the seat fell off. It was loose for quite a long time, but I was lazy for a longer period of time. My laziness is much more powerful than a silly piece of metal that is hanging loose from the back of my bike. Some rattle can't frighten me off.

It did fall in a crowded area, but thankfully no one got hurt. Some one could have, this is a heavy piece sharp and a bike can hit it and fall over. It can get stuck in a car-tyre. Thankfully neither of it happened. I took it to the restaurant where I had my breakfast and kept it there, with the promise that I'll take this today noon and fix it. I'm still waiting.

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