Monday, September 1, 2008

Rock On


Rock On is one of the best movies I have seen in quite sometime. The story is similar to Dil Chahta hai, but this movie has a stronger message, which is delivered successfully. The cast, the acting, the music, and all other aspects of the movie are just perfect. I had walked into the theatre with high expectations. When I walked out three hours later, I was elated.
Please don't miss this movie!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Tum Ho Toh

Tum ho toh - Rock On

tum ho toh
gaata hai dil
tum nahin
toh geet kahan
tum ho toh
hai sab haasil
tum nahin toh kya hai yahan
tum ho toh hai
sapnon ke jaisa haseen ek samaa

jo tum ho toh
ye lagta hai
ki mil gayee har khushi
jo tum na ho
ye lagta hai
ke har khushi mein hai kamee
tum ko hai maangti
ye zindagiii…..

tum ho toh
raahein bhi hain
tum nahin
toh rastey kahan
tum ho toh
yahan sab hi hain
tum nahin
toh kya hai yahan
tum ho toh hai har
ek pal meherbaan ye jahaan

jo tum ho toh
hawa main bhi
mohabbaton ka rang hai
jo tum na ho
toh phir koi
na josh na umang hai
tum mille toh milli
ye zindagiii…..

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Illusion

The lights seem brighter and they hurt. The monitor looks dull and my eyes water when I stare too long. My fingers pain when I type. The food tastes worse than it actually is. It actually is tasteless, so it cannot taste bad. The bad smells around me seem worse and the good ones seem bad. The melody from my favorite songs is missing today. It’s taking an hour for every minute to pass. My mind is working slower than usual too. It’s getting heated up faster today. Even my jokes are crankier and weird. My conversations with most people are monosyllabic. The good guys seem average today and I am avoiding the bad ones. My work output is negative today. I beat my last record of zero work output. I am feeling either too cold or too hot in here. At 23 degrees I shiver, at 24 I sweat. I want to sleep but I know that I won’t be able to when I hit the bed.

The world is truly an illusion created by the mind. Because everything is the same as it was yesterday. It’s just that I am ill.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

All in vain

This post is purely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental:

Walk….walk faster… jog…fasterr…..run….out of breath….slow down…run…slow down…walk…walkkkkkk….the sweat feels good….walk…faster……stretch….dips…one…two….twenty…uff..uff..hmm…crunches…one…twooooo…..ten…ufff…ufff….fifteen….twenty…arrrgghh….uff….ufff….stretch…biceps....triceps....legs....stretch....sweatttt....ohh yeah!!!

Ahh..the mirror…how do I look...hmm....grin….not bad... seems like a lot of weight lost in one day…hmm…grin…smile…lets celebrate….pizza and beer!!!

Monday, August 25, 2008

Another bad day of travel


Another sad day of traveling to office (Y). As depicted in the diagram, Route A is our normal route to office. Today we hit a traffic jam at point X at around 9:15 a.m. Smart that we are, we decided to take the alternate Route B to office. As we neared route B, we realized that Route B is closed for repairs and that is the reason for Route A getting clogged badly. So our bold bus driver decided to go for Route C. Apart from him no one else knew that route C existed before today. Halfway into Route C, he realized that the bus is too big for the narrow dirt road and decided to turn back. So we were at the start of route C (point Z) at 10:10 a.m. deciding which route to take. Sadly the road from point Z to point X was also badly jammed by this time.
At this point my patience gave up and I decided to hitch a ride. Luckily I got a biker who took me through route C to my office. I have tried my best to show the dangerous and curvaceous route C as it is. Finally at 10:30, we won the war and reached office after crossing a series of streams, potholes and the road (so called). Thanks to the daring biker!!
Its 11:10 now and my bus is still not here. The green question mark is probably where it must be.

The bus finally arrived at 11:35 a.m. As per one of my friends who was in it, the driver tried out another imaginary route D, which did not exist, before coming back to route A.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Yet another Indian Book

Bombay Rains Bombay Girls – Anirban Bose

The book is about an uncertain lad, Adityaman Bhatt (Adi) from a small town landing up in Bombay to pursue a Medical degree. The book is a roller-coaster ride of his first two years in college and his bittersweet experiences with Bombay and Bombay girls. The book describes how at the end of two years the uncertain, unsure Adi is transformed into a confident and decisive youth.

I loved the book because of the splendid narration and also because I could relate with most of the things spoken about in the book. Anyone of us could be either Adi or one of his friends.

Almost..

He stared at his own body lying on the street. It was covered in blood. His motorcycle lay a few meters away. It too was in a bad shape. It took some time for the feeling to sink in. He was dying. His could see his body struggling to stay alive. He could see it wriggling in pain. Strangely with every fresh breath taken by his body, he felt weaker. Here he was witnessing his own death.

There was not a living soul around. It was two in the night and it would be pure luck if anyone would come by this way at this hour. It was just matter of time. He would die a painful and slow death. Worse, he would witness these last moments. That too, all alone! In the spur of the moment he decided against seeing himself die. Somehow after five minutes he felt stronger. He turned around to see that his body had stopped breathing. It lay still now. “Am I dead?” He decided to probe further. He moved closer and to his surprise he saw that his body was unconscious and not dead yet.

“How am I feeling stronger? I am all the more closer to death. How can I feel stronger?” He wondered. It puzzled him.

“Strange. Isn’t it?” a voice asked.

He turned around to find a small boy staring at him. “Who are you?” he asked.

“Does that matter? What is important right now is for you to realize what is happening to you currently.” He smiled.

Somehow the look the young boy gave him made him nervous. It seemed that the boy had knowledge of things, which he himself didn’t. “What is happening to me? I am dying.” He replied.

“That is correct. You are dying. But if you are lying there unconscious on the road, whom am I talking to?” he asked.

“It must be my soul.” He couldn't think of any better answer at the moment.

“If it is your soul, how come you are getting stronger as your body is nearing death.”

“I don’t know.” He was really puzzled about this himself.

It was at this moment that he saw headlights. Within seconds the approaching vehicle was meters away from his body. He glanced at the boy, who smiled at him. The vehicle came to a screeching halt inches away from his body. The driver hurriedly got out of the car, examined his body and then stuffed him in the back seat. He then accelerated away.

“We have to follow your body” the boy said. Within a flash they were alongside the racing car.

Within an hour they were in an I.C.U. A team of doctors was operating upon his body. They were sitting around in a corner watching the scene.

He started feeling weak. It was then he remembered his conversation with the boy. He looked at the boy who smiled.

“Are you feeling weak?” the boy asked.

“Yes. What is all this? Please tell me.” He begged.

“You almost made it to the other side of the world.” The boy said.

He was feeling weaker by the minute. “Huh?” he couldn't understand.

“When you body dies in your world, you are born in the “Otherside”. Where death is the beginning of your afterlife. As your body nears death, you start feeling complete there. That is because for your wholesome existence there, it is necessary for you to die in your world. They wont accept you till you are whole. Dead! Right now you are in between these two worlds. Suspended in between! The reason you are feeling weak now is because these doctors are taking your body away from death.” The boy explained.

He was feeling really weak now. Almost dizzy!! “I don’t believe you. Who are you and what are you doing here then?”

“I think the doctors are doing a good job. You seem devoid of strength. Looks like they will save your body. You ask about me. I am…”

This is when he fainted.

When he woke up, he was on a hospital bed. Someone was saying something excitedly. Things were in a blur. After some time he could make out the faces of his son and wife. He was alive!! The last thing he could remember was he flying off the motorcycle and crashing onto the road.

After a month he was discharged. As he limped his way out of his room, he saw a young boy sleeping in the neighboring I.C.U. room.

“Poor child. He is in coma since three months.” The ward boy said.

He sighed and felt sorry for the boy. But somehow the boy’s face looked familiar. He shrugged off the thought and moved on.

A pair of unseen eyes smiled at him from within the room.