RACE
Movie about Power,Money and Jealousy!!!!! God, I almost lived through the experience of “The other side of Midnight”.How could such a movie be complete without Double crossing??? Yep!It has loads and loads of it! But this movie I am sure will give the viewers a lot of strength.Saif I felt was at his best.I feel he is the Hottest Hero in Bollywood! The character which stayed in my mind even after the movie was his!The movie was an absolute entertainer with a lot of twists.I would not say unexpected twists as Bips was describing in her interviews.
My expectation of the movie was not great.Probably because I saw Jodha Akbar before this ,which was one of the most sloppiest movies I have seen.
The central characters of the movie were of course Saif and Akshay.I don’t like Akshay at all.Infact he is the only Bollywood actor I really don’t like and in this movie he had not done anything exceptional nor was his characterization was cool! The next important person is Bips , who keeps you guessing on which side she is .Katrina seemed to have no big role , but the twist at the end is well brought about!
I infact enjoyed this movie better than the remix version of “Billa” which is again about Power and Money.Probably because this has more strong characters.I really loved the characterization of Saif ,” Mein Dhokha Dhene Walon ko Dhubhara Mauka Kabhi Nahin Dhetha”And his characterization is so gray, would call him an honest thief!!! In all wicked games there needs to be a little extent of fairness , I am all for it!
Anil Kapoor and Saimira you will feel have no big role to play other than the humor track.But even these characters provide a lot of twist in the story!
I really don’t want to reveal the plot of the movie which was its biggest plus.Well thought of and executed.I could really not find any fault with it!The music was awesome too.My personal Favorites being Allah Duhai, Race is on my mind,Zara Zara.
This movie is something I enjoyed as much as “Jab We Met”.Again I could not find anything about this movie I did not like.Abbas Mustan - great going.But I seriously feel it is a remake of some Hollywood Flick.Do any of you guys know???????Do let me know…
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
a chapter from my novel
Long since i posted chapters from my novel.
A lovely chapter!!! when meghna meets him after long years of break up... Enjoyed it a lot as i wrote.. Thanks to Meghna.. really love her !!!For making me go through all her experiences as she narrates it to me....
Enjoy
A lovely chapter!!! when meghna meets him after long years of break up... Enjoyed it a lot as i wrote.. Thanks to Meghna.. really love her !!!For making me go through all her experiences as she narrates it to me....
Enjoy
She got up bored! Yet another day, the same routine!She brushed, bathed and got ready.Her mind blank and yet filled with thoughts of everyday activity. She did not know how to get out of it and even if she got out she did not know what she should do.She fought a battle within herself on why she felt this way! Was she missing something? Was this a feeling of void?What was missing?She tried to avoid the thoughts but in vain.She got dressed and checked herself in the mirror! She was wearing a brown and yellow salwar, loose hair and slight makeup! She took some sheets and walked out of the house after locking it!
It was autumn with brown leaves everywhere and her dress kind of complimented the environment! She walked slowly enjoying the weather with boredom out of her mind for sometime!
Suddenly a very strong wind blew her sheets away. One by one she tried to catch up. Someone caught the sheets from behind and came in front!. She did not notice who it was as she was too consumed about the sheets.One moment she looked at his face, the music that had lingered in her ears years back seemed to come back. A kind of elated feeling filled her spine.
What she had thought impossible happened today! She did not have the time to think if it was due to destiny or her intense desire that she saw him .The music of happiness was at its full volume at her ears when she saw the look of longing and happiness on his face! Did he then really love her?
She seemed to be out of the world and she wanted to freeze the moment forever.She wanted to see him like this as if it was the first time she saw him.She felt she needed nothing else in her life other than his presence.She wanted the music to be heard all through her life for her boredom to vanish!
She could not hold herself any longer.She went forward and hugged him.Tears welled up her eyes! She was experiencing the most beautiful feeling of her life as if she had got back her lost priced possession.The sense of security and warmth she felt grew strong as he hug her.She did not want to think what she was doing was right or wrong.She wanted to enjoy the moment!
Sunday, November 11, 2007
JAB WE MET REView
JAB WE MET
Now where do I start? It was one of the most amazing movies I have seen in my life! Even though I have not written anything for a long time , I could not stop myself from writing a review of this awesome movie.Seriously awesome is the word because the core of this movie speaks the philosophy of my life” Zindagi me Insaan jo real me chahtha hai wahi hotha hai”.The moment Geet spoke this I was happy that my philosophy is being shared by someone else and that is being watched by so many other people.
I really love men who really wholeheartedly love a woman. A man cant see a woman he loves in pain and if someone else hurts her he cannot stand it!The way he consoles her when Anshuman hurts her is very touching. I could not stop myself from falling in love with the characterization of Aditya .Shahids expressions in the “Nagada”song and other instances when he blushes I am sure will steal any womans heart.He reaches the pinnacles of acting in “Tumse Hi”.The music, lyrics, acting and charactereization of this song are “Direct Dil Se”Aankhon me aankhen theri, baathon me baathen theri, mera na mujhme kuch raha, hua kya? This was what I felt at the end of the movie.Shahid was awesome in this movie.
Kareena s role is one of the most important in the movie as the director tries to instill a philosophy or a way to live through her.It is one of the sweetest roles I have seen in any of the movies and kareena fits in perfectly.
Aditya Kashyap(Shahid) is a devasted young man after his girl friend ditches him.Faced with continous hardships in life-his dads demise, his mom s elopement and their companys shares crashing,he becomes highly pessimistic about life and runs away from it in a train.Now the wheel of fortune in his life turns up and he meets Geet(Kareena) who is a chatterbox on her way to Bhatinda.Irritatted by her garrulous nature he gets down from the train.But she misses her train and blames him for that and forces him to drop her at Bhainda. On their journey they learn a lot about each other.Geet is in love with Anshuman and has made elaborate plans of elopement.On reaching her place she comes to know that they have fixed her marriage.So she decides to elope immediately,Shahid accompanies her.He drops her at Anshumans place and gets back to business and makes it go places.Meanwhile Geet has not returned.What happened to Geet and Anshuman and what Aditya does remains the crux of this story.I loved the train scenes and the scenes till they reach bhatinda.
The music and lyrics are the USP s of this movie.They were in sync with the movie, very appropriate.My personal favorite is “Yeh Ishq Hai”.Any woman can relate to her love when listening to this song! Next comes Tumse hi , it becomes the core song of the movie.The Punjabi settings were highly colorful.I feel like visiting some Punjabi household and know if their household is so much fun all the time.So undoubtedly I loved Nagada and Mauja hi Mauja.”Yeh raaste” is also a favorite for me because I love traveling and seeing two people enjoy traveling appealed to me . Even Aaoge Jab is my favorite as it talks about the depth of pain in love.
I think this is one of the pure and out and out love story I have seen.The train sequences are very hilarious and the characterization of Geet doesn go out of place even once.She behaves exactly as how a girl of her type would.Filled with innocence and optimism which is actually the need of hour.Every human being today needs a lot of these two to succeed in life.Worrying or forseeing a problem is not going to help anyone today.What is going to happen only will happen.
Well, I have been thinking what I did not like in this movie. Honestly Nothing! And what I loved? Well, the list is pretty long.Definitely it takes a place in the list of my favorite movies.
Now where do I start? It was one of the most amazing movies I have seen in my life! Even though I have not written anything for a long time , I could not stop myself from writing a review of this awesome movie.Seriously awesome is the word because the core of this movie speaks the philosophy of my life” Zindagi me Insaan jo real me chahtha hai wahi hotha hai”.The moment Geet spoke this I was happy that my philosophy is being shared by someone else and that is being watched by so many other people.
I really love men who really wholeheartedly love a woman. A man cant see a woman he loves in pain and if someone else hurts her he cannot stand it!The way he consoles her when Anshuman hurts her is very touching. I could not stop myself from falling in love with the characterization of Aditya .Shahids expressions in the “Nagada”song and other instances when he blushes I am sure will steal any womans heart.He reaches the pinnacles of acting in “Tumse Hi”.The music, lyrics, acting and charactereization of this song are “Direct Dil Se”Aankhon me aankhen theri, baathon me baathen theri, mera na mujhme kuch raha, hua kya? This was what I felt at the end of the movie.Shahid was awesome in this movie.
Kareena s role is one of the most important in the movie as the director tries to instill a philosophy or a way to live through her.It is one of the sweetest roles I have seen in any of the movies and kareena fits in perfectly.
Aditya Kashyap(Shahid) is a devasted young man after his girl friend ditches him.Faced with continous hardships in life-his dads demise, his mom s elopement and their companys shares crashing,he becomes highly pessimistic about life and runs away from it in a train.Now the wheel of fortune in his life turns up and he meets Geet(Kareena) who is a chatterbox on her way to Bhatinda.Irritatted by her garrulous nature he gets down from the train.But she misses her train and blames him for that and forces him to drop her at Bhainda. On their journey they learn a lot about each other.Geet is in love with Anshuman and has made elaborate plans of elopement.On reaching her place she comes to know that they have fixed her marriage.So she decides to elope immediately,Shahid accompanies her.He drops her at Anshumans place and gets back to business and makes it go places.Meanwhile Geet has not returned.What happened to Geet and Anshuman and what Aditya does remains the crux of this story.I loved the train scenes and the scenes till they reach bhatinda.
The music and lyrics are the USP s of this movie.They were in sync with the movie, very appropriate.My personal favorite is “Yeh Ishq Hai”.Any woman can relate to her love when listening to this song! Next comes Tumse hi , it becomes the core song of the movie.The Punjabi settings were highly colorful.I feel like visiting some Punjabi household and know if their household is so much fun all the time.So undoubtedly I loved Nagada and Mauja hi Mauja.”Yeh raaste” is also a favorite for me because I love traveling and seeing two people enjoy traveling appealed to me . Even Aaoge Jab is my favorite as it talks about the depth of pain in love.
I think this is one of the pure and out and out love story I have seen.The train sequences are very hilarious and the characterization of Geet doesn go out of place even once.She behaves exactly as how a girl of her type would.Filled with innocence and optimism which is actually the need of hour.Every human being today needs a lot of these two to succeed in life.Worrying or forseeing a problem is not going to help anyone today.What is going to happen only will happen.
Well, I have been thinking what I did not like in this movie. Honestly Nothing! And what I loved? Well, the list is pretty long.Definitely it takes a place in the list of my favorite movies.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
GURU
Guru- a movie of Mani I had awaited for so long! I would say I liked the first one hour of the movie very much! The pace at which it was moving.I loved the way the guy who played Abishek Bachan’s younger version. The way the title was being put was amazing, as if it were being printed.The first scene where in Abishek Bachan starts by saying”My dad used to say don’t dream, dreams never come true”.
A few days back in an interview aby had said it’s a movie about hope. People who hadn’t known Dhirubai Ambani’ story would have enjoyed the movie better.Probably that was why I found the touch of Mani missing.Or because of the dialogues.
Of course the movie also had very good dialogues.In Istanbul when he gets a promotion he says” I am not taking up the promotion. When you like my work why should I work for you? I would work for myself”And when the contractor says” What was your name?”
Guru says “Mera naam tha nahin, hai or rahega, GuruKhant Desai.” And when Madhavan says “Guru ek bhimari hai, jine jail me dalke Chabi kho Deni chahiye.” And for which Guru says”IF you want to fight Guru, become Guru and fight.”
Mayya Mayya’s picturization was amazing.The song also exceptional, I should say Mallika Sherawath has done very good dancing in the song.And what to say about Ash? Her introduction with barso re bring about a new josh.But I still feel she was not as good as she was in Iruvar and I feel Iruvar was a better movie than Guru.Probably the language plays a major part in me coming to this conclusion. I felt”tere bina” came at a wrong point and it s picturization was a disappointment.He should have definitely not included “EK lo ek mufth”.It gave a feeling as if the movie was dragging.
But the best parts of the movie were the first and last scenes.And of course the court scene where he gives reasons for taking shortcuts in business is also well framed.
In a lot of instances the movie reminded me of Nayagan.The small house in Bombay where he lives with Ash and the way he fills the contractors room with his goods.
I usually expect romance in Mani’s movies.The chemistry between the lead pair was very good .I even liked the romance between Vidhya and Madhavan.Vidhya Balan’s song was very good, think it was added in the last moment.She has done a good job.Two people who I thought could not act that well took me by surprise.Mithun played his part pretty well and Madhavan for a change has acted very naturally in this movie.I felt he had done full justice to the role which was a very important one in the movie.
I was expecting amazing background score for the movie, But alas! Except for the “Dum Dara” nothing else is worth mentioning.”Ay hairthen” which is a favorite among many people was not picturized fully.Lot of them would be disappointed about that!
Finally what I feel the message of the movie is “Anybody who dreams big and has a lot of hope, can make it.In the process he strives for other’s happiness it makes his job a lot easier.”
In a scene where he says toMithun”Everybody has a weakness and I take advantage of it and move ahead.”
And Guru definitely proves the point “Where there is a will , there is a way”, by saying he can never listen to “NO” for an answer.
With a lot of support from his “50% Bujiness Partner”,Guru Khant Desai Rocks!
My reading Experiences
I don’t remember when I made Reading a part of my Lifestyle. I have faint recollections of reading a weekly magazine called Gokulam.”The Undir Story” was my favorite. The story was about a rat family who lived beneath a Banyan tree. At that time it was fascinating for me to know that rats could live a life like human beings. It used to trigger my imagination in a lot of ways. I used to read the entire magazine, all the poems and articles. But poems used to bore me that time. I was more fascinated by story telling. I used to write small stories in my diary that time.I was some six years old that time.
I cant forget a book called “ My Giant fairy tale book” my dad got for me. I had the book for a long time. I loved the stories of Mermaids, Alladin and his wonderful lamp, magic ring and so on. Even now given I am sure I will read that book (If I found out where it is!)I would have read that book at least half a dozen times to make up for my boredom at Dungargarh.Yeah, at that time I was studying my fourth standard in a place called Dungargarh in Rajasthan.It is still one of my favorite places.
In getting me interested in reading I should thank two people in my life and one of them being my father. Seeing me read the same book so many number of times, he got me few Enid Blytons which I thoroughly enjoyed at that age.I remember two books very distinctly,” malory towers” and “treasure Hunt”.I read a lot of Enid Blyton’s.Then my dad got me Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys which I did not enjoy at all .I can faintly remember reading one or two books of those authors.
At about the age of eleven I came across “ Mills and Boons”.Even at this age sometimes I like reading MNB, me being a real hard core romantic.I read quite a few of them then but the monotony in the stories got on my nerves sometimes.
Sidney Sheldon has been one of my most favorite author till date even after reading so many different genres of book . Probably one of the reasons being he makes reading a very light and enjoyable experience. I would relate his books to Indian masala movies .I found myself crying with the heroine and being proud about her when she achieved what she wanted. When I was around twelve I accidently found “Best Laid Plans” in my uncle’s Almirah.(He is also a very big fan of Sheldon) .I am yet to meet someone who has started reading a Sheldon book and stopped it in the middle! .By the time I became sixteen years old, I had finished reading all of Sheldons and till date I have read all his books except “The other side of me”.I heard the book is about how he took up writing as his profession, his true life story.
I would have got stuck with Sheldon and not have read any other author if not for Sarada,my first close friend in college.She introduced me to Archer who I totally adore.I saw in his writings the power to inspire.The two books,”Kane and Abel” and “ The Prodigal Daughter”, I will always treasure in my life.I am yet to read a book which radiates so much of positive energy to the reader. I have almost read all of his books except the prison diary .I am sure he is one among my favorite authors cause he shares my attitude of life.Unlike Sheldon who ends most of his novels tragically,Archer always brings great unexpected twists at the end which are for the better. In his recent novel “False Impression” , the story takes a very good twist at the end and the woman of his novel wins.
I should again thank Sarada and Ayshwarya for letting me know of the existence of an author called “Ayn Rand”..Heights of Philosphy and Deep thinking, I am sure only a woman writer can do! It took me one whole year to read that book. But the everyday experience of it was phenomenal. The Deep emotions of a woman in love with an eccentric architect is the story of “Fountain Head”.I still feel I am not matured enough to read “ Atlas Shrugged”. Still I cant deny the fact that I am an ardent admirer of the style of the woman writer.
People in the meanwhile kept suggesting me books, Robert Ludlum,Erle Stanley Gardener and a lot more. It did not evoke any interest in me. That time I started reading a little of Swami Vivekananda’s writings.I did like it. It was informative in a lot of ways. But the day I spotted “ the Guide “ in my library has been one of the most unforgettable days of my life.R.K.Narayan has been God to me since then.Can someone combine humor and romance? This man has done. His writings are so simple. Just the way he starts his novel with Raju wanting idlis for breakfast.It sounded to me like our carnatic music after listening to all rock music.What else do I say about this man? Undoubtedly he is the best writer I have ever come accross! After that I read” Swami and Friends”,”Bachelor of Arts”,”English Teacher”,”Vendor of Sweets”.All his books are amazing.When you have had a hectic day, you read his books you feel so refreshed.
When I had lost all interest in reading, RKN rekindled them.Then I read Ken Follet,”the third twin”.Ken Follet is definitely a page turner.The third twin was my kind of book.(a typical masala book).I have heard he writes a wide range of topics..
Harry Potter, the whole world celebrates.Somehow I had read half of the first book “ Philosphers Stone”.I did not really like it.But then I started reading from HP2 and I have liked it.The best one was “The Goblet of Fire”.I am yet to read books HP5 and HP6.
After reading RKN books, I have been searching for Indian authors. It was when I came across Chetan Bhagat.No doubts both his books are very interesting , page turners.But I would say he definitely has RKN’s influence.I loved both “Five Point Someone “ and “ one night at the call center.” I have been trying to read lots of Indian authors. But could get hold of Shoba De only.Read her “ socialite evenings”, not a great book but still liked her writing style.
Of late I have been reading a lot of non fiction.Brain power,subconscious mind etc.The latest book I have read has become my favorite.” The Alchemist” is a simple book about the philosophy of life! Life is beautiful if you dare follow your dreams.It is said in a simple way. I just could not stop memorizing certain lines in the book.
“ When you wish for something, the whole world conspires so that your wish comes true”
It is indeed true. When you truly want something you get opportunities to get it.But most of us feel that we will achieve our dreams after we get settled in life.Paulo Coelho says that you need not wait for anything to realize your destiny.
He says we wish for something because that desire is invoked in the soul of the world and it is our responsibility to realize that wish.
And of course even I don’t believe in the worlds greatest lie
“and at some point in our lives we start thinking our life is controlled by fate”
Saturday, November 25, 2006
long time baby!
It has been really long since I sat down to write. It was really disturbing that I stopped doing something I am so passionate about. Voicing our opinion does give one a lot of pleasure.
Life has been good. People always frighten saying life gets tougher as you get older but not so for me! My life as the years go by seems to get better and better.
I once read somewhere you can always remain happy if you take every incident of your life as a lesson.Success teaches you how to do a thing and Failure teaches you how not to do a thing!
I read so little in this four month time span. I read a book by Shoba De “Socialite Evenings” which is a story of a woman whose married life is a mess! All the miseries she goes through and how finally she finds out what she wants to do with her life is exactly the story.I liked the book because of its Indian touch and simplicity.There was no plot and hence the story was not so gripping.I tried so hard to read books, but I never seemed to get interest.I have Ken Follet’s “ Eye of the Needle “ with me, but it doesn’t seem to evoke any interest..
And to talk about movies, I did watch a few ones but really don’t re collect what all! Yesterday I saw Don. I seriously feel the King Khan should stick to romance.I had a feeling the Junior B would have done better in that role.I had wanted to watch Umrao Jaan too! But no one is ready to come with me to watch it .
I am very excited to watch “Guru”.Mani Rathnam s movie after two years.I can remember how excited I was to watch Aytha Ezhuthu and this time it is the combo of my two favorite people .I am sure Aby would have done full justice under Mani.The music of Guru reminds me of the old Hindi songs , the “Mere Sanam” kind.The song “Hey Arathe” is very romantic! Some of the web pages say the movie is the story of Dhirubhai Ambani whereas the others say the movie is a mature love story.There is this page in wikeapidea ,http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guru_(2006_film),where I fell in love with Ash’s character (Sujatha)
She says
Sujatha - I hated my father for forcing me to marry Guru. But I was sent away to Bombay to live with my unwanted husband and my anger in a one-room chawl. I don’t know when I stopped thinking of him as a stranger and started calling him Guru. I was too shy to say things like I love you, but love was perfume I wore everyday. Some people call him God, some say he is evil, but for me he is the man who has to just enter the room and I can feel that perfume waft its way across and settle on me... that perfume called love.
And Guru Says
There’s a saying in our village, if people say bad things about you, you must be doing something good. Sounds true, doesn’t it?
I feel the movie is going to be very inspirational like his old ones and I just can’t wait to see it!
Monday, July 10, 2006
hmmm, time up!
i have had one of da best holidays ever.. n now on friday i have to join work, i tried my best to complete my novel, but alas there are so many loose ends.. n jus now actually i have entered into the actual story, ..i seriously need a laptop, half da time wen i m in great mood 2 write, my dad or sis r in da comp, sometimes it gets v frustrating tat m not able 2 write the great idea i got..n by da time i get comp, i loose interest! god, y do i loose interest these days on quite a number of things..
i read some books, read hp4, it was great, seriously one HP i reeally liked, den read a KEN follet n man i never expected it to be this good...the book was called "the third twin", and it was about how two twins who have da same DNA, brought apart still have da same characterestics.. it was a psychological thriller n da book was so gripping, after a long time read such a book..
saw few movies as well! i loved oceans eleven, man wat a plot it was... den saw this movie "black",it s da best movie i ve ever seen, it was so touching and the story was very well told, amithabh bachchan amazing,he s jus superb....
hmmm, time s up for all my enjoyment, got 2 join siemens on friday n leaving for mumbai on saturday....hmmm, hope my career s fine...he he..
i read some books, read hp4, it was great, seriously one HP i reeally liked, den read a KEN follet n man i never expected it to be this good...the book was called "the third twin", and it was about how two twins who have da same DNA, brought apart still have da same characterestics.. it was a psychological thriller n da book was so gripping, after a long time read such a book..
saw few movies as well! i loved oceans eleven, man wat a plot it was... den saw this movie "black",it s da best movie i ve ever seen, it was so touching and the story was very well told, amithabh bachchan amazing,he s jus superb....
hmmm, time s up for all my enjoyment, got 2 join siemens on friday n leaving for mumbai on saturday....hmmm, hope my career s fine...he he..
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
long time..
it has been ages since i sat b4 my comp n tried writing somethin..my science fiction short story is jus in da first paragraph, da idea still fresh in my mind.. and for those blessed people reading my blog now, sorry i really feel like blogging, but there s no exact thing i wanna say. it is again gonna be some random thoughts in da most horrible language possible,, but i really wanna do it now...
hmmm, 4 yrs of college.. engineering seems to be an achievement to me...looking back i feel i have had a blast at college. i never bothered about wat people wanted, wat they thought about me, in short gave a damn, inspite of tat i feel i have some people around me who like me for wat i am.. wat ever i have thought has been wat i have said, which would have hurt few people, but that is me, and how ever hard i try to change it doesn really happen.. with tonnes of advise from my parents, scoldings, i never seem to stop doing it, that is hurt people.. but i love most of the people around me, yeah! me a lover of mankind(read it, man!!he he), i love life, i wil live every part of life with no regret about it, i wil watch every single movie, read every single book, talk wat ever i want to, write wat ever i want to, learn wat ever i want to.. but ultimately i wil make it BIG, yeah real big in life.. i haven told it to many people, but i have my life planned for another 10 yrs.. but i contradict myself, i feel one has to take life as it comes, yeah i wanna do tat too,, but at the end of ten yrs i wanna reach where i ve always wanted too.. three things i have always wanted to get MONEY, FAME AND POWER....
in between al des, love and romance.. they seem like some joke words to me.. having known so much about love never in my life wil i experience al tat i think people wil experience in love...i love myself, .. yeah, i do...i can think ,infact i think a lot, (mostly unnecassary), but not many people understand it.. rather i put it that way for al da stupidity i convey. infact a lot of unleased potential in me, lot of strength in me which has to come out!! how wil it? needs more planning.. tats how my tenyrs plan comes into picture... well! but then i wil still be taking life as it comes.. wait and see, wat my life has for me...
hmmm, 4 yrs of college.. engineering seems to be an achievement to me...looking back i feel i have had a blast at college. i never bothered about wat people wanted, wat they thought about me, in short gave a damn, inspite of tat i feel i have some people around me who like me for wat i am.. wat ever i have thought has been wat i have said, which would have hurt few people, but that is me, and how ever hard i try to change it doesn really happen.. with tonnes of advise from my parents, scoldings, i never seem to stop doing it, that is hurt people.. but i love most of the people around me, yeah! me a lover of mankind(read it, man!!he he), i love life, i wil live every part of life with no regret about it, i wil watch every single movie, read every single book, talk wat ever i want to, write wat ever i want to, learn wat ever i want to.. but ultimately i wil make it BIG, yeah real big in life.. i haven told it to many people, but i have my life planned for another 10 yrs.. but i contradict myself, i feel one has to take life as it comes, yeah i wanna do tat too,, but at the end of ten yrs i wanna reach where i ve always wanted too.. three things i have always wanted to get MONEY, FAME AND POWER....
in between al des, love and romance.. they seem like some joke words to me.. having known so much about love never in my life wil i experience al tat i think people wil experience in love...i love myself, .. yeah, i do...i can think ,infact i think a lot, (mostly unnecassary), but not many people understand it.. rather i put it that way for al da stupidity i convey. infact a lot of unleased potential in me, lot of strength in me which has to come out!! how wil it? needs more planning.. tats how my tenyrs plan comes into picture... well! but then i wil still be taking life as it comes.. wait and see, wat my life has for me...
Monday, April 17, 2006
kavidhai kavidhai padi.......
one of my school friend annamalai has been writing amazing poems of late,, cant believe he can write so amazingly well,... for those who understand tamil.. here is a super duper poem... enjoy..
en kangal un kannai thedudhey,
kaanum vizhiyellaam unadhendru ninaikka thonudhey;
idhu dhaan kan thirandhey naan seyyum kan-moodi thanam !
unadhu kar-kandu kan kandu,
enadhu kan ennum siru vandu,
thulli irandu thaen undu,
poothadhu dhaan nam kaadhal.
yaar sonnadhu kaadhalukku kan illayendru
en kangal un kannai thedudhey,
kaanum vizhiyellaam unadhendru ninaikka thonudhey;
idhu dhaan kan thirandhey naan seyyum kan-moodi thanam !
unadhu kar-kandu kan kandu,
enadhu kan ennum siru vandu,
thulli irandu thaen undu,
poothadhu dhaan nam kaadhal.
yaar sonnadhu kaadhalukku kan illayendru
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
one of the most memorable days of my life......
april 12th.. and even can say 11th were two beautiful days in my life.....but nothing can touch april 12th.. man.. it was so damn good..
the day started with going to cols in da morning, we were supposed to have our final review n demo today.. but as yo all know v haven completed our proj yet...i had neither excitement nor fear, cos the reviews r so normal in da dept, no fuss or anything...
once i reached, our batch head ms.saradha nandhini sethuraman realized v were supposed to bring some report print outs..so, da HIT JODI starts.. v tot vll get it from otteri.. v started marchin along the shady pathway, with our usual laughter sound accompanying us.. wow man!!!! have i ever stopped laughing when i was priya???? v share such a rapport... the way she gives nicknames, duplicate kurshid, amazing.. so where was I?. ya,,we started marching towards otteri... we managed to find where v would get printouts, we went to that shop n wow, know wat???? the female complains that they have had no current for the past one hour, we laughed for that even,, then pri decided to call up our batch thalai... she left her mob in the labn so she with so much of enthu picks up my mob n dials thalais no .. but alas, instead of sarada's voice she hears a recorded voice saying that there is no balance to make a call,, yeah, my balance was.23 this morning n even now...
so we go to a pco n i spend around some10 minutes readin da procedure to dial in that huge fone..
then, finally cald up thalai n da kind of ideas thalai gets... so unpredictable,, with review in some time she suggests that v go to tambaram to take da printouts...
n my more unpredictable friend pri said"polame" so enthusiastically to thalai, i was stunned.. finally she says it will be v adventorous.. travelling from otteri to tamabrAM at 11 in this hot sun in a dabba ptc is adventorous for my best friend...
i know ppl readin this blog ll be cursing me now,.. no matter here.. jus some memories... cos i jus feel this day to be damn memorable man,, every second of it i enjoyed...
on the way wen i saaw the train pass by so fast, i had a weird feelin.. even my life seemed to move so fast, like how every carriage seemed to disappear, my memorable college days were getting over....
then we went to tambaram, n crossed da road thru a small hole, tat pri almost sprained her back, n then in da xerox shop i got bulb wen i was opening the door for a woman who never wanted to enter.. the cocunut water n da juice v drank .... i dunno wat was funny but we were laughing our hearts out.. even when v were waiting for our guide to come for the review v were laughing... n finally, da grand review arrived.. as usual it went, no fuss , no excitement.. normally...
i read a few of my slam book entries n was touched.. it was great fun man, on da whole.. april 12, 2006.. amazing day...
the day started with going to cols in da morning, we were supposed to have our final review n demo today.. but as yo all know v haven completed our proj yet...i had neither excitement nor fear, cos the reviews r so normal in da dept, no fuss or anything...
once i reached, our batch head ms.saradha nandhini sethuraman realized v were supposed to bring some report print outs..so, da HIT JODI starts.. v tot vll get it from otteri.. v started marchin along the shady pathway, with our usual laughter sound accompanying us.. wow man!!!! have i ever stopped laughing when i was priya???? v share such a rapport... the way she gives nicknames, duplicate kurshid, amazing.. so where was I?. ya,,we started marching towards otteri... we managed to find where v would get printouts, we went to that shop n wow, know wat???? the female complains that they have had no current for the past one hour, we laughed for that even,, then pri decided to call up our batch thalai... she left her mob in the labn so she with so much of enthu picks up my mob n dials thalais no .. but alas, instead of sarada's voice she hears a recorded voice saying that there is no balance to make a call,, yeah, my balance was.23 this morning n even now...
so we go to a pco n i spend around some10 minutes readin da procedure to dial in that huge fone..
then, finally cald up thalai n da kind of ideas thalai gets... so unpredictable,, with review in some time she suggests that v go to tambaram to take da printouts...
n my more unpredictable friend pri said"polame" so enthusiastically to thalai, i was stunned.. finally she says it will be v adventorous.. travelling from otteri to tamabrAM at 11 in this hot sun in a dabba ptc is adventorous for my best friend...
i know ppl readin this blog ll be cursing me now,.. no matter here.. jus some memories... cos i jus feel this day to be damn memorable man,, every second of it i enjoyed...
on the way wen i saaw the train pass by so fast, i had a weird feelin.. even my life seemed to move so fast, like how every carriage seemed to disappear, my memorable college days were getting over....
then we went to tambaram, n crossed da road thru a small hole, tat pri almost sprained her back, n then in da xerox shop i got bulb wen i was opening the door for a woman who never wanted to enter.. the cocunut water n da juice v drank .... i dunno wat was funny but we were laughing our hearts out.. even when v were waiting for our guide to come for the review v were laughing... n finally, da grand review arrived.. as usual it went, no fuss , no excitement.. normally...
i read a few of my slam book entries n was touched.. it was great fun man, on da whole.. april 12, 2006.. amazing day...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
plz read it..
http://prabhukrish.net/category/he-she/
plz check tis blog, absolutely hilarious... naan vizhindhi vizhindhu sirichen.. don miss it..
plz check tis blog, absolutely hilarious... naan vizhindhi vizhindhu sirichen.. don miss it..
Saturday, April 01, 2006
hmmm....
first time i am posting some one else s writing on my blog... i felt this is an important msg for todays youth at the same tims funny and humorous.. so here it goes story of bubba,
by my friend and class mate PRAVEEN.J.VACKAYL
BUBBA, THE BRAVE
This is the story of a brave young hero and his friends (yes, you can call them his fellow heroes or whatever).
His name is Bubba.
To his parents’ eyes, Bubba was a devoted, sincere chap that knew his good from his bad, his left from his right, his a from his b and so on. That’s about everything any parent needs, to tell everyone what a good little child God has blessed them with, and sure enough, Bubba’s parents were no exception.
But once he left the conservative confines of his home every morning and entered the Nungambakkam station to take a train to college, Bubba’s personality took an entirely different turn. Bubba was a top member of the infamous Foot Boarders Inc. (F.B.I)-the legendary guild of heroes with its members all over the country.
Gaining membership to the F.B.I was anything but easy. A glance at some of the membership requirements will make the jaw of any incompetent “happy with a nice seat in the train” sissy drop all the way down to the South Pole.
.
* Thou shalt never ever have known of the existence of the seat in the train.
*Thou hast to demonstrate thy foot boarding skills by jumping off and onto fast moving trains, AND make sure the girls’d seen thou do it.
* Thou shalt get off at every station with acrobatic expertise and comb thy hair. (All members have a reasonable sense of fashion consciousness expected out of them.)
*Thou shalt by no means fall asleep while on the footboard. (for heaven’s sake.)
*Thou shalt never stretch thy arms out in elation a la Titanic_ “ Uh! I’m flying” scene on the footboard. Defaulters will be severely punished (if recovered alive).
*Thou shalt acknowledge that being a member of the F.B.I is akin to being a gallant soldier for it causes death to look thee in the eye, and yet thou shalt have no fear. In case of death in action, it will be seen to it that thou shalt have died a true hero.
Cool no? Getting back to Bubba and how he’s doing, we find him (cat?)walking on the platform. He’s got his moves all well rehearsed, so he looks as much of a hunk as he can. You’ve seen it all before…Hair gelled up nice n neat…Levi’s low rise …He pulls his stud from out of his pocket and clips it on an ear…Ooooh!! Bubba’s so in and with it.
He takes out his cell phone and seems to be checking something important on it. Scrutiny reveals, however that he’s only fiddling aimlessly with the keys, the actual intention being (as always,) to impress the girls with his new Nokia 6670 as he walks past. (with no apparent success…as always, again. )
Bubba finds his buddies- DryBrain and RustHead (top executives of the F.B.I) and they go about with their `Yo mans!’ and `Wassups!’ with their faked accents. The train arrives. Everyone gets in, except of course for Bubba and his buddies.
Aw, man!!! Just the cool way in which they stand by the train door after passing their bags through the window to someone already seated (AND who, by the way happens to be a beautiful girl), would make any (senseless) girl go weak in her knees!!
The train’s started to move. The boys walk casually with it, still apparently busy with their conversation (actually crap). The train’s picking up speed and the boys start to jog with it. They jog and they jog, but they just don’t get in. You’d think they were going to jog to the platform’s front end and jump off it onto the ground.
Au contraire!!
Just as the train is about to skim off the platform’s head, the boys glide in smoothly with the swiftness of a cheetah and the accuracy of an eagle swooping down on its prey (and may I add, the brains of a baboon). They check out of the corners of their eyes whether all girls present have observed and marvelled at the display of their manly skills…and dismiss the lack of the anticipated amazement as something that can be remedied by another more daring performance.
Wow, don’t you think?? No? Well, if you’re looking for conviction, (ohhho?) you’ve got it.
Listen! These are no ordinary boys. They are boys with a mission. Their mission is to advocate the name and spread the fame of the F.B.I. And as every mission goes hand in hand with a plan, so does theirs…and their plan is by no means simple. It involves the execution of complex stunts and the exhibition of rare skills in the art of foot boarding, performed all along the journey, with no breaks in between. (In case you didn’t know, repeat performances at all stops are only to keep reiterating the acrobatic proficiency possessed by members of the organization.)
Forty minutes of performance sans applause goes on till they finally hit Tambaram station and get off the train. “Man!!”, Bubba is heard ridiculing DryBrain and RustHead. “You guys are bad at this stuff…bla bla...and DryBrain, for heavensakes, man, you...bla bla.”
…and they dissolve into the morning crowd.
More than three years of going to college by train has had me observe quite a good many `members of the F.B.I’, and trust me, you really can’t help wondering at their attitude to life… or their lack of it, rather.
They might not know it, but somewhere in the country, people die on the footboard every single day. There’s a hundred Bubbas among us with nothing to keep us from risking our lives every single day…in so many ways… like all we lived and stood for is worth giving up for thirty minutes of thrill …thrill that can kill…and does.
You know, I can talk about this cos I’ve seen what this is like. We’d lost one of our friends from school in an accident; he fell off a bus. I could see the pain his parents felt in the tears they shed for their son, and you’d better not ignore this: You DO NOT want ever, ever at all to have your parents doing that.
The pain it gives having your child die is so heart wrenching, I can’t describe it.
So people, I implore you- One life’s all we’ve got! Give it all the respect it deserves!
by my friend and class mate PRAVEEN.J.VACKAYL
BUBBA, THE BRAVE
This is the story of a brave young hero and his friends (yes, you can call them his fellow heroes or whatever).
His name is Bubba.
To his parents’ eyes, Bubba was a devoted, sincere chap that knew his good from his bad, his left from his right, his a from his b and so on. That’s about everything any parent needs, to tell everyone what a good little child God has blessed them with, and sure enough, Bubba’s parents were no exception.
But once he left the conservative confines of his home every morning and entered the Nungambakkam station to take a train to college, Bubba’s personality took an entirely different turn. Bubba was a top member of the infamous Foot Boarders Inc. (F.B.I)-the legendary guild of heroes with its members all over the country.
Gaining membership to the F.B.I was anything but easy. A glance at some of the membership requirements will make the jaw of any incompetent “happy with a nice seat in the train” sissy drop all the way down to the South Pole.
.
* Thou shalt never ever have known of the existence of the seat in the train.
*Thou hast to demonstrate thy foot boarding skills by jumping off and onto fast moving trains, AND make sure the girls’d seen thou do it.
* Thou shalt get off at every station with acrobatic expertise and comb thy hair. (All members have a reasonable sense of fashion consciousness expected out of them.)
*Thou shalt by no means fall asleep while on the footboard. (for heaven’s sake.)
*Thou shalt never stretch thy arms out in elation a la Titanic_ “ Uh! I’m flying” scene on the footboard. Defaulters will be severely punished (if recovered alive).
*Thou shalt acknowledge that being a member of the F.B.I is akin to being a gallant soldier for it causes death to look thee in the eye, and yet thou shalt have no fear. In case of death in action, it will be seen to it that thou shalt have died a true hero.
Cool no? Getting back to Bubba and how he’s doing, we find him (cat?)walking on the platform. He’s got his moves all well rehearsed, so he looks as much of a hunk as he can. You’ve seen it all before…Hair gelled up nice n neat…Levi’s low rise …He pulls his stud from out of his pocket and clips it on an ear…Ooooh!! Bubba’s so in and with it.
He takes out his cell phone and seems to be checking something important on it. Scrutiny reveals, however that he’s only fiddling aimlessly with the keys, the actual intention being (as always,) to impress the girls with his new Nokia 6670 as he walks past. (with no apparent success…as always, again. )
Bubba finds his buddies- DryBrain and RustHead (top executives of the F.B.I) and they go about with their `Yo mans!’ and `Wassups!’ with their faked accents. The train arrives. Everyone gets in, except of course for Bubba and his buddies.
Aw, man!!! Just the cool way in which they stand by the train door after passing their bags through the window to someone already seated (AND who, by the way happens to be a beautiful girl), would make any (senseless) girl go weak in her knees!!
The train’s started to move. The boys walk casually with it, still apparently busy with their conversation (actually crap). The train’s picking up speed and the boys start to jog with it. They jog and they jog, but they just don’t get in. You’d think they were going to jog to the platform’s front end and jump off it onto the ground.
Au contraire!!
Just as the train is about to skim off the platform’s head, the boys glide in smoothly with the swiftness of a cheetah and the accuracy of an eagle swooping down on its prey (and may I add, the brains of a baboon). They check out of the corners of their eyes whether all girls present have observed and marvelled at the display of their manly skills…and dismiss the lack of the anticipated amazement as something that can be remedied by another more daring performance.
Wow, don’t you think?? No? Well, if you’re looking for conviction, (ohhho?) you’ve got it.
Listen! These are no ordinary boys. They are boys with a mission. Their mission is to advocate the name and spread the fame of the F.B.I. And as every mission goes hand in hand with a plan, so does theirs…and their plan is by no means simple. It involves the execution of complex stunts and the exhibition of rare skills in the art of foot boarding, performed all along the journey, with no breaks in between. (In case you didn’t know, repeat performances at all stops are only to keep reiterating the acrobatic proficiency possessed by members of the organization.)
Forty minutes of performance sans applause goes on till they finally hit Tambaram station and get off the train. “Man!!”, Bubba is heard ridiculing DryBrain and RustHead. “You guys are bad at this stuff…bla bla...and DryBrain, for heavensakes, man, you...bla bla.”
…and they dissolve into the morning crowd.
More than three years of going to college by train has had me observe quite a good many `members of the F.B.I’, and trust me, you really can’t help wondering at their attitude to life… or their lack of it, rather.
They might not know it, but somewhere in the country, people die on the footboard every single day. There’s a hundred Bubbas among us with nothing to keep us from risking our lives every single day…in so many ways… like all we lived and stood for is worth giving up for thirty minutes of thrill …thrill that can kill…and does.
You know, I can talk about this cos I’ve seen what this is like. We’d lost one of our friends from school in an accident; he fell off a bus. I could see the pain his parents felt in the tears they shed for their son, and you’d better not ignore this: You DO NOT want ever, ever at all to have your parents doing that.
The pain it gives having your child die is so heart wrenching, I can’t describe it.
So people, I implore you- One life’s all we’ve got! Give it all the respect it deserves!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
my country!!!!!!
What to say? I saw RDB for the third time. Now all of you out there will wonder after criticizing the movie so much why did I watch it for the third time. People all around me wanted to watch it, so I had no other go but to watch it. But now I understood the whole meaning about the movie, the soul of the movie.The meaning of being an INDIAN. The movie seems to be very deep in meaning to me!!! Ya, all I understood is the most important part of the movie are the first and last scene..
I have seen three kinds of people in my life….
One. Who die, screaming!
Two. Who die silently!
And then, I met a third kind.
The third kind represents a true Indian.
How many of u right now reading my blog think that India is a poor country? The following are the lines for you, kindly read on, words uttered by swami vivekananda.
In his preaching and teaching for the west, the swami, while expressing admiration for the progressive spirit of the west, never allowed himself to be carried away by it. He uncompromisingly stood for the cultural dignity of India and her incomparable spiritual excellence, and gave expression to it in bold and powerful words. A quotation from his masterly oratorical pieces,My master, is illustrative of this point. He says, “but before going into the life of this man (Sri Ramakrishna), I will try to present before you the secret of India, what India means. if those whose eyes have been blinded by the glamour of material things, whose whole dedication of life is to eating and drinking and enjoying, whose ideal of possession is lands and gold, whose ideal of pleasure is that of the senses, whose god is money, and whose goal is a life of ease and comfort in this world and death after that,whose minds never look forward, and who rarely think of anything higher than the sense objects in the midst of which they live;-such as these go to India, what do they see?poverty, squalor,superstition,darkness,hideousness everywhere.why? because in their minds enlightenment means dress, education, social politeness.whereas,occidental nations have used every effort to improve their material position, India has done differently.there live the only men in the worls, who, in the whole history of humanity,never went beyond the frontiers to conquer anyone,who never coveted that which belonged to anyone else, whose only fault was that their lands were so fertile,and they accumulated wealth by the hard labour of their hands,and so tempted other nations to come and despoil them.they are content to be despoiled, and to be called barbarians,and in return thet want to send to this world visions of the supreme,to lay bare for the world the secrets of human nature, to rend the veil that conceals the real man, because they know the dream,because they know that behind this materialism lives the real divine nature of man which no sin can tarnish,no crime can spoil,no lust can taint,which fire cannot burn,nor water wet,which heat cannot dry,nor death kill;and to them this true nature of man is as real as is any material object to the senses of an occidental.
Now here is where I find the relation between RDB and swamiji,
There it is that a man sits on the bank of a river, when he has known life is eternal, and wants to give up his body just as nothing, just as you can give up a bit of straw.
Courtesy,swami vivekananda, his life and legacy by swami tapasyananda.
I was nearly moved to tears reading this. And took this strenuous effort of typing it, because I feel this younger generation should read this and be proud to be an Indian.
Bhaghat singh says in the first scene, this is not the end, it’s the beginning.We should all strive to be true to ourselves and our country , rather than ape someone else’s culture and traditions.We will definitely feel true happiness in love and affection , rather than the pleasure of the senses. that is how, we are made, our country is made.
My admiration of swamiji has no words and I am simply proud to be born in the same country as him and to read the words uttered by him.
Coming back to rdb, Indians look at death normally, they don’t panick at the thought of death, because we feel the soul is more superior.
The body is supposed to be inferior , and that is why it is burnt at death.
Here is a poem for my nation,
The sky,
The sand,
The air,
Which belongs to my country,
I am madly in love with
The colour of my sky,
The smell of my sand,
The sweetness of air,
Where else can I find?
The buildings,
The roads,
The life
Is all bonded with my soul
Where else will I have a heart?
To feel things I feel now
The gods I worship
My love to my mom, dad, sis, friends and relatives
Where else will I find?
This second,this beauty
In my room,
This scorching heat
Which soothes my heart
The cool breeze which melts me away,
My dearest India,
Its my everlasting bonding with you which will never perish
First it was swadesh, then aytha ezhuthu and now RDB, which have kindled my patriotic spirit.
We need not strive hard to become rich, but rather try to be a true Indian and show the world , the greatness of our spirit.
I have seen three kinds of people in my life….
One. Who die, screaming!
Two. Who die silently!
And then, I met a third kind.
The third kind represents a true Indian.
How many of u right now reading my blog think that India is a poor country? The following are the lines for you, kindly read on, words uttered by swami vivekananda.
In his preaching and teaching for the west, the swami, while expressing admiration for the progressive spirit of the west, never allowed himself to be carried away by it. He uncompromisingly stood for the cultural dignity of India and her incomparable spiritual excellence, and gave expression to it in bold and powerful words. A quotation from his masterly oratorical pieces,My master, is illustrative of this point. He says, “but before going into the life of this man (Sri Ramakrishna), I will try to present before you the secret of India, what India means. if those whose eyes have been blinded by the glamour of material things, whose whole dedication of life is to eating and drinking and enjoying, whose ideal of possession is lands and gold, whose ideal of pleasure is that of the senses, whose god is money, and whose goal is a life of ease and comfort in this world and death after that,whose minds never look forward, and who rarely think of anything higher than the sense objects in the midst of which they live;-such as these go to India, what do they see?poverty, squalor,superstition,darkness,hideousness everywhere.why? because in their minds enlightenment means dress, education, social politeness.whereas,occidental nations have used every effort to improve their material position, India has done differently.there live the only men in the worls, who, in the whole history of humanity,never went beyond the frontiers to conquer anyone,who never coveted that which belonged to anyone else, whose only fault was that their lands were so fertile,and they accumulated wealth by the hard labour of their hands,and so tempted other nations to come and despoil them.they are content to be despoiled, and to be called barbarians,and in return thet want to send to this world visions of the supreme,to lay bare for the world the secrets of human nature, to rend the veil that conceals the real man, because they know the dream,because they know that behind this materialism lives the real divine nature of man which no sin can tarnish,no crime can spoil,no lust can taint,which fire cannot burn,nor water wet,which heat cannot dry,nor death kill;and to them this true nature of man is as real as is any material object to the senses of an occidental.
Now here is where I find the relation between RDB and swamiji,
There it is that a man sits on the bank of a river, when he has known life is eternal, and wants to give up his body just as nothing, just as you can give up a bit of straw.
Courtesy,swami vivekananda, his life and legacy by swami tapasyananda.
I was nearly moved to tears reading this. And took this strenuous effort of typing it, because I feel this younger generation should read this and be proud to be an Indian.
Bhaghat singh says in the first scene, this is not the end, it’s the beginning.We should all strive to be true to ourselves and our country , rather than ape someone else’s culture and traditions.We will definitely feel true happiness in love and affection , rather than the pleasure of the senses. that is how, we are made, our country is made.
My admiration of swamiji has no words and I am simply proud to be born in the same country as him and to read the words uttered by him.
Coming back to rdb, Indians look at death normally, they don’t panick at the thought of death, because we feel the soul is more superior.
The body is supposed to be inferior , and that is why it is burnt at death.
Here is a poem for my nation,
The sky,
The sand,
The air,
Which belongs to my country,
I am madly in love with
The colour of my sky,
The smell of my sand,
The sweetness of air,
Where else can I find?
The buildings,
The roads,
The life
Is all bonded with my soul
Where else will I have a heart?
To feel things I feel now
The gods I worship
My love to my mom, dad, sis, friends and relatives
Where else will I find?
This second,this beauty
In my room,
This scorching heat
Which soothes my heart
The cool breeze which melts me away,
My dearest India,
Its my everlasting bonding with you which will never perish
First it was swadesh, then aytha ezhuthu and now RDB, which have kindled my patriotic spirit.
We need not strive hard to become rich, but rather try to be a true Indian and show the world , the greatness of our spirit.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
short story 4m a long story
hi ppl... hmmm, i ve selected da first chapter about da female lead to be put up on the net, i have written it in great haste.. but pls do readit n post yr honstcomments abt it...
now, here it s....
She was thinking of the day before as she was brushing, looking at her clear face in the mirror.My god! Nobody can imagine to do things half as crazy as her
Shakthi was a twenty-year-old girl. She was extremely tall, around 5’8’, dark hair, . A lovely structure and a happy face. Anybody who looked at her face could not go without returning a smile. Always there was some kind of happiness or satisfaction in her face, a selfless look at the same time an egoistic arrogance. Difficult to interpret what it was. But nobody could say it was unfriendly. It was inviting. Nobody would find themselves hesitant to talk to her. But kiddish she was, people loved her for that.
.She llooked at the time, 7.20. gosh! When will she ever learn to be in time? She finished her brushing , took bath and got ready in a hurry.She hurried to the station.There were her friends waiting for her.
“ did you watch the latest trailer of the movie?,”
“amazing song”
there was some discussion about some movie going on.But shakthi s mind was not in it.She was very restless.She got into the train.She got down from the train, once she remembered something.Ya, Radhikha was not there. No matter how late she went, she never could leave Radhika and go.
Radhika came panting, “ oops, sorry shak.Late because of me again?’
“of course.I never thought god could ever create someone who is less punctual than me.”
“I am not going to say sorry. I ll come early next day.”
The next train came.they got into it.It started raining.”wow” said shakthi.
The next half an hour, shakthi and radhikha were in their own worlds.Talking and laughing like two crazy girls.They never ran out of topics.That was the beauty of friendship.There is nothing more beautiful in this world than having a real intimate friend, who can identify somethin is wrong with you just by looking at you, who can understand your every move.
They then switched on their radio in high volume and started singing in a high pitch.Radhikha had completely closed her eyes, Shakthi through the corner of her eyes saw, Mr.Ramakrishnan their electronics devices professor in the next station..She hit Radhikha hard on the shoulder.But Radhikha did not seem to notice it at all.Ramakrishnan was staring at them.Shakthi hit radhikha really hard after putting off the radio.Only after the radio was put off did Radhikha ever open her eyes.By the time they had crossed the station.Shakthi was now worried.”hey, we have electronics devices second hour today”said Radhika.
Seeing radhikha frightened, Shakthi got her courage..”don’t worry Radhi,what can he do max. now put your things inside the bag.our stop has come and we are late by 10 mins already to Nuts class.”
“ he wont say anything shak, lets go liesurly.”
“y take risk? Let us take an auto from the station. Already ramakrishnan saw us right?”
Their college, Engineering college of chennai , was a prestigious self financing engineering college of chennai.
Their class advisor, Mr.Natarajan welcomed them heartily.
“hullo madam”(twice to both).
“ do you realize you both are late by fifteen minutes for the third time in the week?”it was Wednesday and all three days they had come late.
“whats wrong with him , today?” whispered radhikha in shakthi’s ears.”shut up” said shakthi and stamped radhika’s foot.
“sir, today the train frequency was very less.So we caught a bus, but the bus broke down.Waited a long time in the bus stop sir, sorry sir. Last two days, I accept it was our fault.We came late, not today sir. Sorry sir.” Said shakthi.She could lie as easily as eating a chewing gum.
Natarajan gave a sly lok, gave a controlled smile and let them in.The next half an hour went blah blah on physics.Radhikha and shakthi from time to time made comments on Nuts shirt(nuts is the nickname given by radhikha to natarajan),is mannerisms and laughed within themselves.Nuts also got drowned into physics that he did not notice these girls.Jeeva their classmate also kept nuts busy by pouring questions non stop.
Shakthi atleast made an attempt to listen to the sophorific lecture from time to time, but Radhika was happily reading a novel underneath.
Shakthi looked at her and realized how much she loved her and how much close they had become in this small span of time.She told herself from time to time, if Radhikha was a guy she would definitely marry her
The bell rang.Nuts kept on continuing the classes.”shit, if he leaves the class late, rama and nuts will meet”, said radhi..
Shakthi just moved her hands towards the ceiling and said”all his work.”
Rama was waiting outside the class.Sometimes it becomes this pathetic.The first hour sir wants to continue classes for 10 mins and the second hour lecturer wants to start classes 10 mins before.They never do get a break in such cases.Nuts saw rama and got down from the dias.He hurried outside.Shakthi and Radhikha realized they need to give their attendance, they rushed outside.By that time, nuts and rama were talking something.
“hello girls.So had fun singing your heart out?”it was Rama.
Rama then narrated the entire incident to Nuts.Nuts looked at them both and gave a harsh look and said”come and meet me in the lunch,”
The other classes were uneventful with assignments and boring lectures.
Lunch break came and they both went to the class after all the enquires their classmates had done.
Nuts was about to open his lunch box when the two girls came in.
“hmmm. Been hearing a lot about you two girls.So what was that song you two girls could not resist singing?”
The two girls kept quiet.
“anyways, I just called you to create an impression that I was being strict with you people.Here after plan to do something mishchievous, please don’t do it such that other staff see it.”
The two girls looked at each other and they could not stop smiling.
“Great. I was more fun in my college days. Don’t ever miss this fun in life.You will never get it back in life.”
“sure sir”, they both said in chorus.They sped to class laughing all the way.lunch period and the other three hours went on as usual.Radhika finished her book, got caught once.Shakthi again managed by puttin the book she lent 4m library.
The last hour was over and Radhika had to go by bus cause she had to go attend a wedding.Shakthi got into the train as usual.
The train came to a halt; shakthi realized that her stop had come. She had been in her own world during the train journey.
As soon as she got down, it began to rain heavily. Shakthi was so happy, she got a chance to get drenched.
But, oh my god, father had put the umbrella into the bag in the morning, she said to herself.
But I will get drenched, what is he going to do, after all scold me. The rain was too heavy, but she went singing to herself and smiling to herself. Suddenly she realized that there were people around her. She tried to hide her smile, but it really didn’t work out.
Her dress was sticking to her, but still she didn’t care about it. It was she and the rain and she really wanted to enjoy the rain. Anything should be experienced at least once. She laughed at herself and she went on.
The raindrops were slowly coming to her forehead and erasing her bindi. A car was parked on the side of the road; she looked at its window and erased her bindi fully.
Then she started walking again. When she reached the corner of the street, she opened her umbrella and began walking again. She never realized that people around her were staring at her. She was in her own world.
Once she was home, her mom and dad fussed around her trying to dry her.Her mobile rang and she got into her room and closed it from behind.
now, here it s....
She was thinking of the day before as she was brushing, looking at her clear face in the mirror.My god! Nobody can imagine to do things half as crazy as her
Shakthi was a twenty-year-old girl. She was extremely tall, around 5’8’, dark hair, . A lovely structure and a happy face. Anybody who looked at her face could not go without returning a smile. Always there was some kind of happiness or satisfaction in her face, a selfless look at the same time an egoistic arrogance. Difficult to interpret what it was. But nobody could say it was unfriendly. It was inviting. Nobody would find themselves hesitant to talk to her. But kiddish she was, people loved her for that.
.She llooked at the time, 7.20. gosh! When will she ever learn to be in time? She finished her brushing , took bath and got ready in a hurry.She hurried to the station.There were her friends waiting for her.
“ did you watch the latest trailer of the movie?,”
“amazing song”
there was some discussion about some movie going on.But shakthi s mind was not in it.She was very restless.She got into the train.She got down from the train, once she remembered something.Ya, Radhikha was not there. No matter how late she went, she never could leave Radhika and go.
Radhika came panting, “ oops, sorry shak.Late because of me again?’
“of course.I never thought god could ever create someone who is less punctual than me.”
“I am not going to say sorry. I ll come early next day.”
The next train came.they got into it.It started raining.”wow” said shakthi.
The next half an hour, shakthi and radhikha were in their own worlds.Talking and laughing like two crazy girls.They never ran out of topics.That was the beauty of friendship.There is nothing more beautiful in this world than having a real intimate friend, who can identify somethin is wrong with you just by looking at you, who can understand your every move.
They then switched on their radio in high volume and started singing in a high pitch.Radhikha had completely closed her eyes, Shakthi through the corner of her eyes saw, Mr.Ramakrishnan their electronics devices professor in the next station..She hit Radhikha hard on the shoulder.But Radhikha did not seem to notice it at all.Ramakrishnan was staring at them.Shakthi hit radhikha really hard after putting off the radio.Only after the radio was put off did Radhikha ever open her eyes.By the time they had crossed the station.Shakthi was now worried.”hey, we have electronics devices second hour today”said Radhika.
Seeing radhikha frightened, Shakthi got her courage..”don’t worry Radhi,what can he do max. now put your things inside the bag.our stop has come and we are late by 10 mins already to Nuts class.”
“ he wont say anything shak, lets go liesurly.”
“y take risk? Let us take an auto from the station. Already ramakrishnan saw us right?”
Their college, Engineering college of chennai , was a prestigious self financing engineering college of chennai.
Their class advisor, Mr.Natarajan welcomed them heartily.
“hullo madam”(twice to both).
“ do you realize you both are late by fifteen minutes for the third time in the week?”it was Wednesday and all three days they had come late.
“whats wrong with him , today?” whispered radhikha in shakthi’s ears.”shut up” said shakthi and stamped radhika’s foot.
“sir, today the train frequency was very less.So we caught a bus, but the bus broke down.Waited a long time in the bus stop sir, sorry sir. Last two days, I accept it was our fault.We came late, not today sir. Sorry sir.” Said shakthi.She could lie as easily as eating a chewing gum.
Natarajan gave a sly lok, gave a controlled smile and let them in.The next half an hour went blah blah on physics.Radhikha and shakthi from time to time made comments on Nuts shirt(nuts is the nickname given by radhikha to natarajan),is mannerisms and laughed within themselves.Nuts also got drowned into physics that he did not notice these girls.Jeeva their classmate also kept nuts busy by pouring questions non stop.
Shakthi atleast made an attempt to listen to the sophorific lecture from time to time, but Radhika was happily reading a novel underneath.
Shakthi looked at her and realized how much she loved her and how much close they had become in this small span of time.She told herself from time to time, if Radhikha was a guy she would definitely marry her
The bell rang.Nuts kept on continuing the classes.”shit, if he leaves the class late, rama and nuts will meet”, said radhi..
Shakthi just moved her hands towards the ceiling and said”all his work.”
Rama was waiting outside the class.Sometimes it becomes this pathetic.The first hour sir wants to continue classes for 10 mins and the second hour lecturer wants to start classes 10 mins before.They never do get a break in such cases.Nuts saw rama and got down from the dias.He hurried outside.Shakthi and Radhikha realized they need to give their attendance, they rushed outside.By that time, nuts and rama were talking something.
“hello girls.So had fun singing your heart out?”it was Rama.
Rama then narrated the entire incident to Nuts.Nuts looked at them both and gave a harsh look and said”come and meet me in the lunch,”
The other classes were uneventful with assignments and boring lectures.
Lunch break came and they both went to the class after all the enquires their classmates had done.
Nuts was about to open his lunch box when the two girls came in.
“hmmm. Been hearing a lot about you two girls.So what was that song you two girls could not resist singing?”
The two girls kept quiet.
“anyways, I just called you to create an impression that I was being strict with you people.Here after plan to do something mishchievous, please don’t do it such that other staff see it.”
The two girls looked at each other and they could not stop smiling.
“Great. I was more fun in my college days. Don’t ever miss this fun in life.You will never get it back in life.”
“sure sir”, they both said in chorus.They sped to class laughing all the way.lunch period and the other three hours went on as usual.Radhika finished her book, got caught once.Shakthi again managed by puttin the book she lent 4m library.
The last hour was over and Radhika had to go by bus cause she had to go attend a wedding.Shakthi got into the train as usual.
The train came to a halt; shakthi realized that her stop had come. She had been in her own world during the train journey.
As soon as she got down, it began to rain heavily. Shakthi was so happy, she got a chance to get drenched.
But, oh my god, father had put the umbrella into the bag in the morning, she said to herself.
But I will get drenched, what is he going to do, after all scold me. The rain was too heavy, but she went singing to herself and smiling to herself. Suddenly she realized that there were people around her. She tried to hide her smile, but it really didn’t work out.
Her dress was sticking to her, but still she didn’t care about it. It was she and the rain and she really wanted to enjoy the rain. Anything should be experienced at least once. She laughed at herself and she went on.
The raindrops were slowly coming to her forehead and erasing her bindi. A car was parked on the side of the road; she looked at its window and erased her bindi fully.
Then she started walking again. When she reached the corner of the street, she opened her umbrella and began walking again. She never realized that people around her were staring at her. She was in her own world.
Once she was home, her mom and dad fussed around her trying to dry her.Her mobile rang and she got into her room and closed it from behind.
Friday, February 17, 2006
wow.. grt feelin, got my blog back..
4 some time i believed that my blog got deleted.. now its back n i cant feel more happy.. not much activity in my life, books, music, movies , project..
was trying 2 read hp, 2 know wt was so fascinating.. long back had read da first book n had stopped half way.. read da 2nd n 3rd.. scond was good, but third was jus ok...amazing imagination..
read tis book one night @ da call center.. it touched me so much. i am just the priyanka in da book except for three diferences,1. i dont work in a call center
2. i dont drink
3. i dont have a boy friend..
it is like v v true.. its true all girls love der mom, but the continous scolding makes us doubt ourself and v start asking our close friends if v really are tat bad.. in that situation v come accross a guy who flatters us beyond limits, its true we find it hard 2 resist..hmm.. da book made me think abt DA DARK SIDE OF ME..all da bad things tat ve happened to me..n all.. i could relate many things.. esp, priyanka is just me.. how my feelings were beautifully expressed made me close to tears at a point..
but i could not find much difference between five point someone and this..hari is just like sham , shallow guy, doesn think much, thinks he is a looser, loves and adores his girl friend ...
priyanka is diff from neha, but both r gutsy emotional girls....
but a book which held me in rapt attention 4 4 hrs,, read it continously after a long time.. da book has a beautiful msg 2 convey too...
our mind is an ocean, it can think too many things,, and i feel its possible 2 write a book on wt goes in my mind 4 an hr,, one night s jus like that,, da entire book is about wt all happens 2 6 ppl in a night..
but i feel its a v discouraging book,, it makes us think abt dark sides..but to be a best seller, a book has to focus on dark side.. tat s wat i observed among all books i ve read..
was trying 2 read hp, 2 know wt was so fascinating.. long back had read da first book n had stopped half way.. read da 2nd n 3rd.. scond was good, but third was jus ok...amazing imagination..
read tis book one night @ da call center.. it touched me so much. i am just the priyanka in da book except for three diferences,1. i dont work in a call center
2. i dont drink
3. i dont have a boy friend..
it is like v v true.. its true all girls love der mom, but the continous scolding makes us doubt ourself and v start asking our close friends if v really are tat bad.. in that situation v come accross a guy who flatters us beyond limits, its true we find it hard 2 resist..hmm.. da book made me think abt DA DARK SIDE OF ME..all da bad things tat ve happened to me..n all.. i could relate many things.. esp, priyanka is just me.. how my feelings were beautifully expressed made me close to tears at a point..
but i could not find much difference between five point someone and this..hari is just like sham , shallow guy, doesn think much, thinks he is a looser, loves and adores his girl friend ...
priyanka is diff from neha, but both r gutsy emotional girls....
but a book which held me in rapt attention 4 4 hrs,, read it continously after a long time.. da book has a beautiful msg 2 convey too...
our mind is an ocean, it can think too many things,, and i feel its possible 2 write a book on wt goes in my mind 4 an hr,, one night s jus like that,, da entire book is about wt all happens 2 6 ppl in a night..
but i feel its a v discouraging book,, it makes us think abt dark sides..but to be a best seller, a book has to focus on dark side.. tat s wat i observed among all books i ve read..
Saturday, February 04, 2006
my first ever real short story
warning : all the characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to a character living or dead is purely coincidential
My first ever original short story
Fleeting realities
Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.
She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”
“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.
My first ever original short story
Fleeting realities
Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.
She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”
“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.
FALSE IMPRESSION - JEFFREY ARCHER..
hmmmmm.. not the usual archer book.. but a story very well told.. i would call it a thriller, but the culprit is known right at the beginning.. how anna tries to prove is told in a real fascinating way...
anna, an expert in paintings working in fenston banks is fired on 9/11 just before the twin tower episode. the reason being she did not aid the bank in taking the wentworh hall paintings whose value is about some million dollars..
the characters are very well intervowen.. anna is the lead, then there is jack, the FBI agent, fenston, the bank owner, leapman, his friend and the most dangerous krantz, the series killer....
its a book written with a lot of hard work.. if you are interested in painings, especailly van gough et all, it would prove very valuable to you..
the story also deals a lot with the 9/11 episode , the kind of impact it had on the new yorkers...the story starts in new york, then goes to bucharest, london, tokyo.. as the van gough's self portrait with the bangaded ears travels along with its "FALSE IMPRESSION"..
the meaning of the title literally means a false van gough being painted to dupe fenston... nice ideas..
but not a match to "not a penny more, not a penny less", or"kane and abel".. and of course not a bit nearer to " prodigal daughter".. but the essebntial part missing here is the knd of motivation i usually get when i read his books..
one thing i dont like about jeff is the way he ends his books.. everytime they look very abrupt to me.. but of course , a book every archer fan must read,...
one word to describe it...GRIPPING..
anna, an expert in paintings working in fenston banks is fired on 9/11 just before the twin tower episode. the reason being she did not aid the bank in taking the wentworh hall paintings whose value is about some million dollars..
the characters are very well intervowen.. anna is the lead, then there is jack, the FBI agent, fenston, the bank owner, leapman, his friend and the most dangerous krantz, the series killer....
its a book written with a lot of hard work.. if you are interested in painings, especailly van gough et all, it would prove very valuable to you..
the story also deals a lot with the 9/11 episode , the kind of impact it had on the new yorkers...the story starts in new york, then goes to bucharest, london, tokyo.. as the van gough's self portrait with the bangaded ears travels along with its "FALSE IMPRESSION"..
the meaning of the title literally means a false van gough being painted to dupe fenston... nice ideas..
but not a match to "not a penny more, not a penny less", or"kane and abel".. and of course not a bit nearer to " prodigal daughter".. but the essebntial part missing here is the knd of motivation i usually get when i read his books..
one thing i dont like about jeff is the way he ends his books.. everytime they look very abrupt to me.. but of course , a book every archer fan must read,...
one word to describe it...GRIPPING..
RANG DE BASANTHI
in one word.. it was a nice movie.makes u feel like watching once more.. but i felt deep inside something was missing.. there was no clarity.. wat does the director intend to tell?? that freedom fighters struggled haerd to get us independance and that we have not utilized it properly? or does he say we are yet to get our independance?
if he was trying to say that youngsters should take politics in their hands? then why the entire alicia patterson episode? is it just for the brief romance between amir and alicia?god knows...
and why do they all have to get killed in the end? and why do all people say its a serious issue and somethin has to be done? by why dont they tell how to do, what to do? there are so many youngsters who want to do somethin for their country, that includes sara too.. but like sara all people are clueless what to do, how to do? that way the movie was way ahead of constructive ideas...
but there are few things i liked in the movie very much
1. OF COURSE.. A.R.REHMAN...
SUCH AN AMAZING MUSIC... the background is amazing.. i felt very bad that roobaro n paathshala were not fully picturized , two beautiful songs not to go waste..
2. the patriotic feelin it instills
3.AMIR...
OF COURSE,HE is fabulous.. every thing he does is so real..u will admire DJ in the movie and though all have equal roles .. it is this guy who steals your heart.. he is sweet, charming and sensitive.. it was as if he was playing himself...
some scenes i have to mention where i adored him..the scene where he is drunk and tells su how much he is afraid of his life ahead of him... and the scne whre he cries to su that he felt really bad on the death of madhavan.. and the initial meeting scenes with alicia... amazing it was...and the final scene whre he says to siddharth that he is worried about his children,..
4. the ending where all dont put on an act of sacrifice and rather die laughing.. it will touch everybody's heart i am sure...
the things i din like in the movie
1.madhavan
2.romance between soha ali and madhavan... totally unwanted , waste of time..
3.he wastes time till interval not entering into the story.. though its fun...
4. no clarity in what he wants to convey,, no relation between first half and second part,,
5. THE UNPICTURIZED SONG,,it was a big disappointment that roobaro was not picturized.
6. so much of punjabi and urdu..:-(.. i could not understand few dialogues...
finally i wd say THE MOVIE IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING AND WORTH WATCHING..
if he was trying to say that youngsters should take politics in their hands? then why the entire alicia patterson episode? is it just for the brief romance between amir and alicia?god knows...
and why do they all have to get killed in the end? and why do all people say its a serious issue and somethin has to be done? by why dont they tell how to do, what to do? there are so many youngsters who want to do somethin for their country, that includes sara too.. but like sara all people are clueless what to do, how to do? that way the movie was way ahead of constructive ideas...
but there are few things i liked in the movie very much
1. OF COURSE.. A.R.REHMAN...
SUCH AN AMAZING MUSIC... the background is amazing.. i felt very bad that roobaro n paathshala were not fully picturized , two beautiful songs not to go waste..
2. the patriotic feelin it instills
3.AMIR...
OF COURSE,HE is fabulous.. every thing he does is so real..u will admire DJ in the movie and though all have equal roles .. it is this guy who steals your heart.. he is sweet, charming and sensitive.. it was as if he was playing himself...
some scenes i have to mention where i adored him..the scene where he is drunk and tells su how much he is afraid of his life ahead of him... and the scne whre he cries to su that he felt really bad on the death of madhavan.. and the initial meeting scenes with alicia... amazing it was...and the final scene whre he says to siddharth that he is worried about his children,..
4. the ending where all dont put on an act of sacrifice and rather die laughing.. it will touch everybody's heart i am sure...
the things i din like in the movie
1.madhavan
2.romance between soha ali and madhavan... totally unwanted , waste of time..
3.he wastes time till interval not entering into the story.. though its fun...
4. no clarity in what he wants to convey,, no relation between first half and second part,,
5. THE UNPICTURIZED SONG,,it was a big disappointment that roobaro was not picturized.
6. so much of punjabi and urdu..:-(.. i could not understand few dialogues...
finally i wd say THE MOVIE IS HIGHLY ENTERTAINING AND WORTH WATCHING..
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
random
wanted to blog for a really long time.. i put up one big post.but my stupid comp got hanged,...
i m now very much encouraged to blog.. i m actually an inspiration for many ppl to start their
own blogs and someto update it regularly..
but seriously these days i am working on my poems,
short stories and novel more than ever,, i have been readin lots recently.. right now i am
reading first impression by jefferey archer.. seems to be a pretty nice book.. i have written
poems, not great ones.. da usual ones only, but again lack of time and resources i am not able
to post them.. the blog is the space where i planned to have all my poems together. cos i write
them in papers here and there, back of my text books and all.. so wats the way out to have them
comprehensively? blog is the only answer..
guess wat? i am right now typing in note pad, cant
imagine.. never done it all life.. but now i am scared i would loose tis post too... but i am
kinda having fun in my literary world.. but the result.. my project for a toss.. i wd say my
project is also interestin, not as interestin as novels and my writings.. now a poem, before i
loose that paper..
scene of rain
colourful umbrellas opened
the thunderstorm sounded like a loud laughter
it seemed to me wind was dancing
overjoyed by the company of waterdroplets
the flowers found a beautiful blanket
so, beautiful
i could just dream of such a beauty
hazel clear blanket made of water droplets
the rain seemed to be purifying the world
glorifyingly washing the stained buildings
which had accumalated dust over the years
making the streets look fresh
and labelling its presence with the rainbow...
i m now very much encouraged to blog.. i m actually an inspiration for many ppl to start their
own blogs and someto update it regularly..
but seriously these days i am working on my poems,
short stories and novel more than ever,, i have been readin lots recently.. right now i am
reading first impression by jefferey archer.. seems to be a pretty nice book.. i have written
poems, not great ones.. da usual ones only, but again lack of time and resources i am not able
to post them.. the blog is the space where i planned to have all my poems together. cos i write
them in papers here and there, back of my text books and all.. so wats the way out to have them
comprehensively? blog is the only answer..
guess wat? i am right now typing in note pad, cant
imagine.. never done it all life.. but now i am scared i would loose tis post too... but i am
kinda having fun in my literary world.. but the result.. my project for a toss.. i wd say my
project is also interestin, not as interestin as novels and my writings.. now a poem, before i
loose that paper..
scene of rain
colourful umbrellas opened
the thunderstorm sounded like a loud laughter
it seemed to me wind was dancing
overjoyed by the company of waterdroplets
the flowers found a beautiful blanket
so, beautiful
i could just dream of such a beauty
hazel clear blanket made of water droplets
the rain seemed to be purifying the world
glorifyingly washing the stained buildings
which had accumalated dust over the years
making the streets look fresh
and labelling its presence with the rainbow...
Thursday, January 26, 2006
i love it
I love the way you look
The way you smell
When you are there with me,
Why do I need to worry?
You can get me all that I need in life
Think all my existence
My thinking
My hard work
Is ultimately to own you
Wow, the green color u possess
Makes me go crazy
I worship you
I adore you
I love you
Money
You are one of the things I want in life
Through you
I feel power
The way you smell
When you are there with me,
Why do I need to worry?
You can get me all that I need in life
Think all my existence
My thinking
My hard work
Is ultimately to own you
Wow, the green color u possess
Makes me go crazy
I worship you
I adore you
I love you
Money
You are one of the things I want in life
Through you
I feel power
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