There used to be a guy
He had a simple wish
He never had hopes too high
No real dreams too!
Friends found him funny
Women found him a waste of time!
His bosses found him a waste of money!
His parents had given up long ago!
Why did he choose to be so
Don't be under that illusion.
Ever waking hour he hoped to let go.
Non achievers wish they could achieve too.
He used to get up every morn'
Today's gonna be 'the' day, he'd declare.
I'll show some guts, he said with scorn!
Every evening he'd smile his pain away.
A life so mediocre, a life so ordinary
Life lacking purpose, the years pass by.
No tensions to speak of, not much to worry.
And so it went on, time plunging ahead.
No one seemed to remember his birthdays.
Nor did anyone cry the day he died.
A life so ordinary.
A life so misspent.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Speaking of Sohail Khan Movies...
...I would just like to state that It is so disheartening to see that a guy so untalented behind the camera, in front of the camera, as a screenwriter is given the backing of producers, financers, distributors and whoevers to continue to make horrible, bloated, unbearable, ridiculous movies. the latest case in point being his Aryan - a Rocky rip-off, a Cinderella Man wannabe!
I still shudder when I recall the three unbearable hours of agony I suffered which I underwent locked in a movie theatre watching his brilliant, fantastic, mindblowing movie "Maine Dil Tujhko Diya!"
I hope one day Sohail Khan realizes his true calling in life, quits show business and joins Nerolac Paints as a supervisor to monitor the rate at which a tracter emulsion dries after being applied on a wall.
I still shudder when I recall the three unbearable hours of agony I suffered which I underwent locked in a movie theatre watching his brilliant, fantastic, mindblowing movie "Maine Dil Tujhko Diya!"
I hope one day Sohail Khan realizes his true calling in life, quits show business and joins Nerolac Paints as a supervisor to monitor the rate at which a tracter emulsion dries after being applied on a wall.
Plot Outline for - A week in the life of a rioter.
This is something I've never tried before. I mean, trying to write something that is not a movie parody, a Hariteman story or even a movie review. It's something that I hope will turn out to be a biting social satire, something along the lines of what a Joseph Heller might produce.
Its basically a short little story about a guy called Tatya who's a professional rioter.
Hmm. Now what is a professional rioter. It's a guy who is a regular at all sorts of protests starting from a protest rally against Aishwarya's costumes in Dhoom 2 which denigrate Indian culture, to a riot because the statue of a famous Dalit leader was desecrated.
He's a guy you call whenever you want to stage a rally which will have enough carnage to attract the attention of the media vultures, the guy who will have the loudest voice and who can by-heart any slogan that you want him to with a few minutes.
He is a highly paid fellow because he also leads a small coterie of like-minded peers to these rallies.
Why am I thinking of writing this - It's because I'm pretty much frustrated with the state of affairs in India today where everything is considered sacred and no one seems to have a sense of humour. I don't know whether this is a recent development with us Indians or were we always born with such a lack of tolerance. Whatever be the answer, one thing's for sure. This surge of 'Protest Rallyism' has been fuelled by the media revolution that has taken place.
The story mostly will be about how Tatya goes about his business, how he is very professional about it all, and how much armchair angst I feel about India.
Most of all I hope people who read it don't ridicule it as quickly as they would ridicule a Sohail Khan movie.
Finally I hope that I am capable of writing something intelligent!
Man! I need to cut down on the self-deprecation!
Its basically a short little story about a guy called Tatya who's a professional rioter.
Hmm. Now what is a professional rioter. It's a guy who is a regular at all sorts of protests starting from a protest rally against Aishwarya's costumes in Dhoom 2 which denigrate Indian culture, to a riot because the statue of a famous Dalit leader was desecrated.
He's a guy you call whenever you want to stage a rally which will have enough carnage to attract the attention of the media vultures, the guy who will have the loudest voice and who can by-heart any slogan that you want him to with a few minutes.
He is a highly paid fellow because he also leads a small coterie of like-minded peers to these rallies.
Why am I thinking of writing this - It's because I'm pretty much frustrated with the state of affairs in India today where everything is considered sacred and no one seems to have a sense of humour. I don't know whether this is a recent development with us Indians or were we always born with such a lack of tolerance. Whatever be the answer, one thing's for sure. This surge of 'Protest Rallyism' has been fuelled by the media revolution that has taken place.
The story mostly will be about how Tatya goes about his business, how he is very professional about it all, and how much armchair angst I feel about India.
Most of all I hope people who read it don't ridicule it as quickly as they would ridicule a Sohail Khan movie.
Finally I hope that I am capable of writing something intelligent!
Man! I need to cut down on the self-deprecation!
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Stuck home on a Sunday
I have entered a phase in my life which I occasionally enter every few months.
It involves me not setting foot out of my house for the entire weekend. I just stay curled up in bed and read a book. The odd thing is that I feel very guilty doing this. I mean, after a grueling 5 days of Office I should be going out with friends to movies or shopping(especially since I really need to buy some new clothes) or maybe to go give my bike for Service, which it seriously requires.
But I can't and won't - no matter how much I get berated by my parents for being so lazy.
So, one might question, which is this great piece of literature that is keeping me so occupied. the current book that has attained this privileged position is Harry Potter - The Order of the Pheonix.
One might snigger hearing this, but I've always found the Harry Potter books to be something that you tend to read in one go, which is getting difficult with every successive volume in the series expanding in size alarmingly.
Why I am I jotting down all this uninteresting tripe??? I have no clue myself!
The next post I plan to write is a detailed critique about the characterizations and plots of all the Hari Puttar novels. Hahaha! No ones gonna read that!
BTW in a completely unrelated topic, if anyone gets damn frustrated in their love life, I recommend dimming the lights and listening to the music of Kailash Kher - Kailasa.
And also Strings.
Signing out!
It involves me not setting foot out of my house for the entire weekend. I just stay curled up in bed and read a book. The odd thing is that I feel very guilty doing this. I mean, after a grueling 5 days of Office I should be going out with friends to movies or shopping(especially since I really need to buy some new clothes) or maybe to go give my bike for Service, which it seriously requires.
But I can't and won't - no matter how much I get berated by my parents for being so lazy.
So, one might question, which is this great piece of literature that is keeping me so occupied. the current book that has attained this privileged position is Harry Potter - The Order of the Pheonix.
One might snigger hearing this, but I've always found the Harry Potter books to be something that you tend to read in one go, which is getting difficult with every successive volume in the series expanding in size alarmingly.
Why I am I jotting down all this uninteresting tripe??? I have no clue myself!
The next post I plan to write is a detailed critique about the characterizations and plots of all the Hari Puttar novels. Hahaha! No ones gonna read that!
BTW in a completely unrelated topic, if anyone gets damn frustrated in their love life, I recommend dimming the lights and listening to the music of Kailash Kher - Kailasa.
And also Strings.
Signing out!
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