| Sunday, February 29, 2004 |
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Ladies and Gentlemen.
Go watch 'School of Rock' to understand the significance of my humble URL.
To those about to rock, I salute you. |
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| Thursday, February 26, 2004 |
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And in the blue corner! An 18 year old just-married girl and her family, who without thinking, without reasoning, without bothering to wonder about her future, married her off to a 'society-approved' boy, because society thought it was the right thing to do.
And in the red corner! A 25 year old just-married guy (who has no identity for himself apart from the fact that he's his father's son, hasn't done a spot of work in his life, has lived off his father's riches and after coming out of his mother's womb went straight back up her arse and will stay there forever, but he's 'society-approved') and his family.
Esteemed referees for the bout will be several distinguished members of society, who have matchmade this wonderful couple, without knowing either side well enough, but acting like they do, because someone they know thinks they are thick as a brick with one of the families.
And the bout begins! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a unique bout which will last not one hour, not one day, not one year, but several years! So, the bout continues, year after year, with additions in the form of children of this perfect couple, who at times don't know which side they belong to. A result is highly unlikely because its only possible in the following circumstances
1. One corner admits defeat
2. One corner knocks the other out
And since both corners are so entrenched in society, they will know better than to do either! But wait, there are of course a few bouts which do produce a result! Yes, its true! When either the girl who realises she's wasted her life says 'fuck the world' and walks out, and in cases she doesn't have the guts to do that she commits suicide! Or when the guy peeks out of his mother's arse long enough to realise that he's been inside for so long that the world around him has changed, and drowns himself in self-hatred and dies a little everyday because his life seems like an apocalypse! But these cases are few and rare, because the all important society will not let that happen, but will rule the bout in such a way that both parties stay at each other's throats, happiness be damned, children be damned and their futures be damned, because every member of society needs to feel important, and if he hasn't done anything thats worthy of importance, well then he aught to create situations and play the poseur game!
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posted by n.g. at 00:56
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| Tuesday, February 24, 2004 |
| Indyeah. |
Met this Documentary Filmmaker today from Washington DC. I was at DG's house and she was shooting a film on one of DG's multi-talented friends, and needed a 'home with character' for the shoot. After the shoot, and over lunch, we had an interesting conversation about how different Indians are from Americans. For eg, in Washington, all business meetings are just that - BUSINESS MEETINGS. One seldom makes FRIENDS while doing business, and in the rare case that it happens, it's after 3-4 meetings over coffee or dinner and several exchange of work related emails. Contradictory to here in Bombay where, at least in this industry, everyone is relaxed enough to interact business at one level, and yet watch movies and go on the piss at another level with that same business associate, without needing several meetings and formal emails. I cited my example with DG, telling her that I'm at his house practically ALL THE TIME, doing lunch there, watching movies, playing with his 2 yr old son, and its been this way since the first day I met him and he took me on board. Her jaw dropped and said this sort of a business relationship is unheard of where she's at.
Thats not all. That was about work people. She went on. She told me about her friends, who at times call her and tell her that they drove past her house that day. And she asks them why they didn't drop in, and they reply that they 'hadn't informed her in advance'.
SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT ?!
I am glad I can just land up at any friends house at anytime of the day or night for tea or beer or to watch a movie or to listen to music or to do absolutely nothing. I am glad that practically all my business associates are my my friends too. I am glad I don't have to wear a formal shirt and trousers and tie to a work meeting. I am glad I can bring beers to my associates house and we drink while we work. If what she told me is supposed to be professionalism, I will call my industry non-professional very gladly.
"It's amazing here in India. One day of shoot and I've met so many unpretentious folks from the same industry. In DC, it takes me ages."
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posted by n.g. at 16:43
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| Monday, February 23, 2004 |
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R.I.P Vijay Anand.
Thanks for all your films, especially 'Guide'. |
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| Friday, February 20, 2004 |
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Falling/Nitin Sawhney
Someday the wind will change and you will see me clearly
One day these dreams of mine will bring me to my time
Someday I will become what I am meant to be coming to
One day but thats a million somedays from today
Lately the sunshine makes a different shape around me
Lately my music has a different sound to show me
Lately I ask questions of the world but no one's listening
Tell me when I go to sleep what will the morning bring me?
Falling Falling Falling
Or am I flying
Flying Flying Flying
Or am I falling?
Aa hi gaye
Aa hi gaye
Aa hi gaye
Hum ... aa hi gaye. |
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posted by n.g. at 19:49
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| Tuesday, February 17, 2004 |
| TV Trauma. |
I'm gonna sue CNBC.
Today, I was watching their live broadcast of Hindustan Lever Limited's Annual Board Meeting where their biggie, this dude called Sundaram made a speech to declare the yearly results.
What if he would've suddenly stripped off his jacket and exposed a bare nipple to all of the crowd? Not to mention the millions of people watching on TV? Luckily he didn't, but what if he had?
Unbelievable trauma would've happened countrywide and would've irreversibly damaged several fragile little minds, including mine.
I'll spare CNBC anchor Shirin from the lawsuit, though. She's a cutie.
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posted by n.g. at 14:54
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| Saturday, February 14, 2004 |
| Culmination. |
Been a good week.
The BSE Sensex crossed 6000 again.
The Government has finally cleared the Indian cricket team's tour to Pakistan.
I had a cracker of a meeting on Friday and celebrated with DG over lunch at Crystal.
The next week is gonna be just about the most crucial week of my life yet.
Leading up to just about the most important day of my life yet.
Bring it on. |
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posted by n.g. at 19:35
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| Monday, February 09, 2004 |
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My little sister Yashu.
She cooks the most amazing pakodas and uttapam.
She listened intently as I, struck with nostalgia, rambled on during our trip to the Surajkund fair.
She winced, wailed and threatened me with her yellow knife every time I cracked a fuck-all joke.
She practically didn’t attend college and classes all the time I was in Delhi.
She and I bought the same kurta in different colours from the Surajkund fair.
She covered her face and laughed helplessly every time I did or said something silly.
She allowed my uncle and me to sneak a quick drink while my aunt was visiting a friend, and promised she wouldn’t squeal. She didn’t.
She didn’t kick up a fuss when I told her it was a bad idea for us to go to the Bryan Adams concert because the venue was too small, and worse still Delhi being Delhi.
My aunt Sangeeta.
She stuffed me silly with her amazing cooking despite being mad busy.
She didn’t scream when she saw evidence-of-smoking on me.
She bought me a really cool shirt in my favourite colour, and told me I look so terribly thin that I should stick to wearing loose clothes.
She told me that I’m a prize catch for any girl, and kept asking me why I don’t want to get married.
She said she would ‘line up’ several girls for me to choose from if my stance on marriage was because I was having trouble finding a girl.
She made goondh ke laddoo for me, and reminded me that as a kid I called them ‘moti-waale laddoo’.
She had tears in her eyes when I left for the station.
I miss you two already.
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posted by n.g. at 22:40
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| Sunday, February 01, 2004 |
| Over the past 10 days I’ve |
* Mistaken fellow passengers for bus and train attendants and have been stared at for asking them to do menial jobs.
* Survived icy rain, hail, snow and a ‘post-climb, next-morning’ massage at Vaishnodevi. (But the darshan was beautiful.)
* Had amazing Pineapple Pastry in a small town in the foothills of Vaishnodevi.
* Realised that one out of every three people in North India are called ‘Sonu’.
* Laughed my head off when I saw a storefront advertising ‘Godfather 10000 Super Strong Beer’ in a small town in Himachal.
* Taken 3 overnight train trips and 4 interstate day-bus trips that defy laws of gravity, physics, life, the universe and everything.
* Frozen my balls off in Dalhousie. (Incredibly beautiful place.)
* Been given Prasad from a small gurdwara outside a small town in Punjab by a complete stranger.
* Been incredibly blessed and lucky with bus and train timings, availability of tickets, costs and comfort of hotel rooms in all the places I’ve been to, despite having a non-existent itinerary.
* Realised that Amritsar is a completely different city inside vs. outside the Golden Temple. (Even the sky looks different.)
* Looked down into the well at the Jallianwalla Bagh Memorial and felt completely, utterly worthless.
* Realised that women in North India have wonderful, shy eyes.
* Witnessed a verbal duel between hundreds of people on either side of the India-Pakistan border at Wagah; something that was amazingly powerful, but just a bit classier than the fights I had in primary school.
* Smoked a lot but haven’t been drinking much.
* Walked about Seven Hundred Trillion steps.
* Been reminded of a childhood incident when the entire family from all over the country had collected in our village for a puja, but I spent practically all my time playing alone with a litter of pups in the old ruins next to our ancestral home.
* Been pampered by my favourite aunt. I’m talking kilos of goondh-ke-laddu made especially for moi. All mine. Exclusively. Only. No one else.
* Missed someone I had taken for granted.
* Felt sore that I sold my Jeep before I moved to Singapore. |
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