Bangalore… was always sceptical about the city…I mean every self respecting Bong pseudo will look down upon everything that city stands for…capitalism, urbanization, easy money and partyyyyyiiiinnn (we prefer our staid adda sessions thank u )…but then now that I am visiting it (after some 8 years)next week for whatever reason , I wonder if my opinion of the city will change…

I remember once when I was 4 yrs old and my sister 7, we plucked some squashes from our neighbor’s garden for my mother assuming that she would be happy…My mother reprimanded us and made us return those innocent squashes to our neighbor …the feeling of humiliation and hurt was so intense that I still hold a grudge against her…I still cant talk to her amiably at length for more than five minutes….

Of obnoxious instructors and impending newsletters…
When someone is as obsessive and compulsive a procrastinator as I am, life isn’t exactly easy… and when such an obsessive compulsive procrastinator takes on the duty of an editor of a newsletter, then one can be sure of one thing, that the newsletter wont be out on time, and not very surprisingly and very predictably I managed to postpone the publication of the already delayed newsletter due to nothing but sheer laziness...and to think I spent the whole week thinking about my editorial…
And to top it all I have managed to enroll myself in this incredibly lame course called “writing for newspapers”-sample this
Instructor with a phoney accent and a fake attitude: “what made u choose this course (i.e. writing for newspapers)?”
Me : “that fact that I want to write for newspapers sir.”
Instructor with a phoney accent and a fake attitude: “good”.

Incredibly irritating and earnest student: “Sir don’t u think news which affect greater number of people should be given greater prominence.”
Instructor(with the aforementioned qualities): “it most certainly should, I am impressed with ur progress incredibly irritating and earnest student.”

Such is my life but do you hear me complaining…

I have a strange ailment nowadays, I can’t eat (the only time I eat is when I eat out) and hardly ever sleep (am averaging 4 hours of sleep everyday, which is alarming by my standards, coz I used to average 8-10 hours) …mornings are particularly bad coz I m pukish… ugly girl suggested getting a pregnancy test done, wish that was the case though, at least there would have been a sense of purpose to the suffering…

A college pic of me and my friends… a few digital strokes and we are just anonymous, faceless bodies…

A love that will never grow old...

Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one's the love of our lives.
Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.
When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter's like wind in my sails.
Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.
Cause I know a love that will never grow old

Brokeback Mountain

This time of the year always does this to me …I jump around, clap my hands in glee and root for my favorites unabashedly…no I m not talking about the football season, or the cricket season either…it’s the award season that I am talking about, Golden Globes have been done away with, the Screen Actor Guilds award are just around the corner and the countdown to the biggie has just begun…the Oscar buzz and the Golden Globe indications points to just one movie, the movie that I am dying to see Ang Lee’s masterpiece Brokeback Mountain (5 top Golden Globe Award winner)…a cowboy story with a difference…now I wont talk about the film, much already has been written and said about it, but can I just say that I am DYING to see it… the other movies that I am EAGERY waiting for are Transamerica (which won the lead actress Felicity Huffman her first Golden Globe),
Capote (Philip Seymour too earned his first Golden Globe for his portrayal of the troubled novelist Capote), and the critically acclaimed History of Violence (though Medusa thinks it’s over hyped, I feel it definitely deserves a watch)…Everybody says we should stop celebrating the Capitalist institution that Hollywood is, and I agree wholeheartedly, but then who can resist the magic of the movies (certainly not me)…

Whenever I feel the world is against me (which is ever so often) I have realized only one thing does the good, taking an auto to the nearest mall (which happens to be the Life Style complex in this very compact city). There is something so calming about the look and feel of a mall; you feel nothing very bad could happen to you here, the quietness and proud look of it… The piped music, the brightly lit showcases, the posh mannequins the fruity air freshener,and the happy /harassed/confused/lost/determined faces around you: malls all over the world look and smell the same and that’s what’s so comforting about them: they connect you to your never seen cousin in Birmingham (long live globalization) …
No one is ever going to be rude to you here (and even if there is a disapproving salesperson following you around everywhere you have the power to screw up his/her happiness by lodging a complaint at the customer service desk). Everything is on sale here and those little commodities that probably will mean nothing to you in a few days time ,give you a hollow pleasure when you buy them…
You take in a whiff of the fruity air freshener and look around your domain contently; after all, the urban animal in you would like to believe that you are the master of all you survey …

Edelweiss, Edelweiss,
Every morning I wish I could see you
Blossom of snow
Bright and white
Can I touch you?
Blossom of snow
Bright and white
Can I take you home?
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Will you wilt if touch you?
Blossom of white
Bright and white
Will you fade away if I take you home?
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
May you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever…

Of farts and belches…

Some time ago I had commented on how I hate the sight of the male of the species indulging in something which comes most naturally to them …scratching crotch , yesterday I was subjected to another sight which I find very repulsive , a very pleasant looking middle aged man was digging his nose vigorously, with such concentration and singular devotion that one would assume that his life depended on it , and have u ever been in a dinner table where u hear the person next to you fart (and if its really not your day you smell it too) and u don’t know where to look because you are embarrassed for that person while he gorges on his chicken tikka (filling u with the dread of being subjected to a chicken tikka flavored fart …ewww) and after that you probably will never see the perfectly respectable person in the same light again coz u heard him fart , or the time when the teller of the bank decides to burp right on your face polluting the air with the smell of his lunch… now I m no prude and I confess to indulging in each and every one of these very “biologically justified activities” but then why am I (in particular) so squeamish about the public display of them???
Farting is the spontaneous expulsion of intestinal gas through the anus and is as common and important a biological process as say blinking…then why is there the stigma attached to it …maybe because of the odor it emanates …
Wouldn’t it be nice if we accept these biological functions as normal and stop attaching the stigma to them? A world infested with farters and belchers and crotch scratchers !!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!