Vicky donor ~ The Reality Howler

Now there is a Bollywood film that totally deserves a separate exclusive page to talk about. It was witty, smart, talkative and boldly presented with neat details! I am betting on Ayushymann Khurrana this time. Totally going to grab that newcomer’s award. But then we have Ishaqzaade coming up, so I am having my second thoughts. I love this year. I guess 2012 is going to be the last afterall. Bollywood making sensible stuff was in the bygone period. But stereotyping is not me, so I would say no more.

Anyways, Annu Kapoor is already getting brownie points from all over the country! I wouldn’t have imagined anyone else better for the role. Paresh Rawal would have been decent enough, but I guess the film was low budget and the role wasn’t supposed to have a name at the background.

The film was a howler from the beginning till the end! The dialogues were not one-bit hyped, the accent was flawless, the regional disparity too accurate and I absolutely loved our punjabi aunties! And I shouldn’t say this and may be I should – but John Abraham might be the saddest actor made, but he knows where to spend his money! I am as sure as an acid test that the film is already raging in the country.

All the songs are beautifully composed but the Punjabi song sung by our brilliant debutante Ayushmann is already selling itself like never before. I was wondering if the film was too good or the performance or the ‘low expectation’ factor by the audience. May be it is just the sensitive touch in such a bold and usually averted topic with the convulsing dialogues that people loved so much. Vicky Donor had words, expressions, terrific performers, powerful characters and a pleasant wrap up. Didn’t you just love the drinking mom and biji to-the-power-n? There were so many reality elements in the film- the facebook chat, the girly drama, blushing and the dialogue by Yami Gautam, “What do you want from me?” We know what the guy wants but we still want to hear. Even Yami did justice to her character in the film, but Ayushmann and Annu Kapoor plus the aunties just stole the show!

From the lleno de vida (full of life) Punjabis to the intelligentsia of Bengal, the portrayal was amusing and so freaking precise at the same time!

I mean, the comedy did not beg us to laugh like it does in most Bollywood comedies these days! For example, lets take the new over hyped ‘Housefull 2‘. I heard people liked it and when I saw it, I was like shut it, man- the comedy was Akshay Kumar’s little finger and the only dialogue that made me smile passably was – Jai Bhadrakali. Sad Film. Proudly Copied story. Dumpmax package.

Vicky Donor on the other hand is a total comedy, issue-sensitive and really pleasant film to watch.

GUYS! ITS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. WATCH IT!

Keith Haring ~ My young Hero

If it hadn’t been for google I wouldn’t have known and seen pop art, the way I saw it today. The queer google doodle caught my attention this morning and the name Keith Haring, rang absolutely no bells. Not being an American has its disadvantages- no grandfather to tell you stories of the 1980′s pop culture, something that is getting into my blood now after 20 years of my existence and 3 decades of the famous pop art.

Graffiti art has been there since eons, what Keith Haring did was a mix of pop and graffiti. It was weird, yes. It was beautiful, magical, clear with wide eyed innocence. I was captivated when I scrolled further down the list, I loved all his works! Obviously the first few pages would not have all his art works, and so I kept probing more and more. Until I could select my top favorites to share them here.

Isn’t it beautiful? I loved it. It is an Encaustic or hot wax painting on wood.

There really can’t be anymore anonymous sex.
^
Keith Haring said and drew this! If you look closely into his drawing, you see the intensity and the explicit nature of his works around sex and sexuality. Isn’t that weirdly awesome!

I loved this one! I want this hanging in front my bed and every morning I get up, I want it to stare at me just like that!

There were many sculptures that I liked that I would have liked to share and didn’t, but this one was not an option. I had to! No seriously, just tell me- If you have been to Egypt, even if you have seen a Sarcophagus for real, are you sure it is better than THIS!

There could have been stuff to criticize about, but today I don’t feel like it. The best works I have seen in a long time and that too 20 years of my life on earth. This one totally got me gasping. I can’t stop imagining it or anything close to this in my dream home! I will keep it in the middle, I swear! White, black and the tinge of red, give me better definition of combinations please!

Tell me you wouldn’t die for that, because I totally will.

He made this on that lucky BMW in 1990, the year he died of AIDS. He was only 32. If he were alive he would be 54 now and I would have known about him and loved and maybe collected his work someday! I still can, but I would love to have the aforesaid ones. Now, all of them must be as expensive as my family plus the extended family’s entire belongings, shielded in so many museums of the US. 

I wish he had grown old, but then there is a strange peace in looking at his young face as if he is still alive and never growing older…

 And please! For more info and to check even more pictures, you must visit
http://haring.com/

They made my day, they might help you too!

The current status

In case you are curious about my whereabouts these days, with holidays and internships taking a toll in our lives (no? Good!), I am here to tell you my current status on the earth. I am working as a content writer for an SEO Company and my home is my office. You don’t think its great job? Well me too. But dude, unlike most of my classmates and may be all, I sit comfortably without the sun looming over my head and eating up all the energy I gather in the morning and tell you the best part, I get paid for that.

My job is writing, which suits me well. I have learnt some real professional writing which has an upper hand when it comes to earning money. Now you might think, why do I talk about money all of a sudden. No reason. Am just in a mood to be serious and get rewarded for the same. Its usually encouraging when you get something for your good work. My friend’s boss gifted her a Nokia (some-cool qwerty model-I-dont-remember) which obviously is one of the tinniest reasons why she is all excited about her work as a photojournalist for the New Indian Express. Sounds pretty cool, right? I know!

I like my company because I don’t do content writing for individual websites or the ones like in instamedia or contentyogi. Not that they are not good enough because they are great part time jobs. But they demand more, teach less and the pay is really sad. Its not encouraging because you don’t have a mentor, who tells you and teaches and trains you for the work you do. And that is why I like my work. I am guided and I am learning, controlling my frustration and impatient behavior for the start may be, but I think I like this after all.

Anyways, people ask me what I work, most people know what it is. You have to write stuff for the companies and sometimes rewrite them and trust me – Rewriting one copy to a 50 is not an easy task! You got the same points for all and you can add nothing different. Subtract and you are way below your word limit. Anyways, I guess content writers have learnt internet to be their guru and speed their strength. The faster you think and type, the more you earn. Not bad, I kinda like it. Another thing – I hate to justify my work. Even to my dad, who doesn’t understand the point of writing for websites. I had to make him sit and show him what makes his life easier on the internet because of all the optimization work that the companies hire us for.

Babbling I am, I know. But its not just the money. I really wanted to work for an SEO Company. To see how it works, to catch speed and be quick with forming threads of words in my head. And that I could never manage by writing blogs. Never. One, because they involve too much thinking. Two, your language is your tongue and that does not help a lot when you are out of it.

So that is what I am doing guys.

Oh and yes, I deactivated my Facebook account for sometime. With the internet turned on for most part of the day, its hard to resist and end up fooling aimlessly on the blue friendly pages. Disturbs work. And trust me, if I could be, I would be – the saddest multitask’er on earth.

♫ Pareshaan

The new sensation! In love with the music, Shalmali Kholgade’s rustling voice. When I first heard, I was transported to some other bollywood clad world!

Pareshaan

Naye-naye naina mere dhoonde hain
Dar-badar kyun tujhe
Naye-naye manzar yeh tak.te hain
Iss kadar kyun mujhe
Zara-zara phoolon pe jhadne laga dil mera
Zara-zara kaanton se lagne laga dil mera

Main pareshaan pareshan pareshaan pareshaan
Aatishein woh kahaan
Main pareshaan pareshan pareshaan pareshaan
Ranjishein hain dhuaan haan..

Be-baat khud pe marne lagi hoon
Marne lagi hoon
Bebaak aahein bharne lagi hoon
Bharne lagi hoon
Chaahat ke cheete hai, khaare bhi meethe hai
Main kya se kya ho gayi
Zara-zara fitrat badalne laga dil mera
Zara-zara kismat se ladne laga dil mera
Main pareshaan pareshan pareshan pareshaan
Aatishein woh kahaan
Main pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan pareshaan
Ranjishein hain dhuaan haa..ho..

Lyrics Courtesy – www.lyricsmint.com

Understanding your Friends. With love.

I should probably be the very last person on earth to talk about understanding other people. But, nevertheless, here I am, not trying to preach you lot, but to share what I have experienced. What I have had and lost..

There are variations of friendship, some are important, while some come and go. There are friends you care a lot about and there are others who feel the same about you. But the vice versa feelings do not tend to correspond the same way.. Have you ever felt that? Have you felt someone not caring “enough” about you? Well, I have.

Because we, humans have the tendency to analyse and understand, God gave us pain glands too. He thought, life is too fair to them, they need something to neutralize that superiority complex. And when those pain glands get to work, don’t you feel God is fairer to the animals in the wild? I mean just imagine, if wild animals can attack the weaklings for survival, then why can’t humans? Why is sacrifice applauded and why murder is called murder? Why is it ok if wild dogs kill an Impala but not if a businessman gets rid of a whistle-blower? Impala is the wild dog’s food, and the whistleblower is the businessman’s ticket to the hellhole. It is true that nothing is fair in the world, but then nothing is without a reason.

Now think about your friends. You care about them, you try to understand them but when they hurt you, you retort with the meanest things possible, even if you did not mean a word of it. This happens when we are hurt. But there is an immediate phase after – the phase were you attempt to understand. And moreover, it always takes two hands to clap. What really happened? What started the fight? Who started it? Was it entirely their fault? Was there a past incident related to that story? It is important to figure these questions out. But, there is something else which is even more important than this- Talking.

Get your friends into talking about it. Most of the relationships break because there is no rapport and frequency match between friends. If at some point, you realize that this friendship cannot work because there he/she doesn’t understand, then its better you drop your guard. If they don’t understand you, then why push it? That would be no solving, but an act of desperation. If you have done your part, realized where you went wrong, then your friend must understand you too. Try to realize what had you and if they don’t, then you know the answer.

A really close friend is more than having a lover and trust me, even your lover can be that close to you if you them be. With a friend, you don’t have to adjust, they accept you the way you are. They are with you even when you are wrong. You will never know, but secretly they try to change the not-so-great things about you. They let you be mean to them. They don’t complain when you don’t have time for them, because they know you take them for granted and they find it more funny than offended. They let you shout and yell at them. And they know, they always know that you never mean to hurt them. If you have such friends in your life, then you are lucky, forget about them who don’t care enough about you. Try to be fair and honest with people who care about you, please make no false promises and then ditch them when they need you. Let them know that you can’t care as much. Honesty is better than ignorance, at least there is no room for false hope this way. I have been there and in the other side as well. I know better than to repeat my mistakes.

At the end of this post where I shared no experience and ended up preaching anyways, I have a few words to confess.

To all my friends – who have been with me through thick and thin, bad and worse, who have never left me alone even when I asked them to – To all of them, with all my heart, and probably for the first and the last time, you guys must know that I love you and I cannot care more…

DAV Diaries: The Twinkling Stars

Your password please, asked Vasudha. Angels and feathers, I answered. Good, she said, impressed.

I forgot my password all the time. It was not like I wasn’t serious about the whole thing. In those days, that was the most serious thing ever. It was our own niche. It was our secret, little, fabulous group, famously known as the “Twinkling stars”. And Vasudha was our President. We selected her. The second prestigious position was Richa’s- The Vice President of Twinkling Stars. The third most important position was mine- The treasurer. I was so proud of myself and of course, I was selected for this. The fourth and the fifth positions were occupied by Samapika and Tanaya, respectively. They were important members of our arcanum. The list ends with them.

We were meant to be the Famous Five, but Enid Blyton had already taken the rights away and so we had to settle for the second best- Twinkling stars. We were the famous stars.

Our ID cards were neatly drawn (definitely not by me) in sophisticated colors and colored stamps. Those stamps were a gift from Vasudha’s awesome aunt in Canada. We loved her because she always gave Vasu pretty gifts that we got to enjoy too. Anyways, back to our important discussion on the ID structure. They were not the conventional type. Our ID was also supposed to be kept a secret. Why? Well, inside it, were secret codes (in a whispered tone…). They were also drawn by Vasudha ofcourse, though I still don’t know how and where she learnt them. Those codes were some kind of sign languages that mute people used to converse.

We loved being cryptic. And we loved our job roles too. Vasudha was responsible for us and the group. Richa was her adviser and the one to keep a track on what was going on and what others had to do. I, Shalini Jena was the one who had the most responsible post- to keep our deposits safe. Samapika and Tanaya, were to make sure that everyone attends the meetings that took place once a week, on a particular day.

I don’t quite remember about others, but I do remember my part in all of this. I had a small brown pouch which had a zip. I had borrowed it from my mother but never told her why. In that pouch were 41 rupees and I counted them everyday to make sure they were as much. A post like mine, could not afford to make mistakes, Richa used to say. My contribution was a decent amount of Rs 10. Samapika and Tanaya put up a moderate amount of Rs 5, each. Vasudha was the most extravagant contributer, who kicked 20 bucks from her pocket! Richa, who I am sure was not a miser, but just too calculative, payed the rest. I hope she does not kill me after reading this.

What did the Twinkling stars do? Well, in every meeting of ours, we discussed what we should do; we discussed our aim and objective. But since, the exams landed up (when they always do), we could not fulfill our real aim to do something. And that is not an excuse! Twinkling stars was made with an idea which was very noble and could have made it large, if one fine day we had the money to eat puffs in the canteen. When the treasurer’s account dissolved, so did the arcanum and the group. Few years later, we were all separated to different parts of the country by laws of studies, family, postings and more, but the memory of Twinkling stars am sure, will enlighten us forever.

Thank You for reading my awesome crap of those awesomely dumb days when I was in Std-VI.

I am just ranting

Sometimes I wonder what am I gonna do with my life?? I mean, I am impulsive, moody, skeptic (reasonable also), who would hire me? Or, do I want to be hired? I have my blog address hyperlink-ed in my CV and all they have to do is, visit my blog and make sure I don’t get a job in their company EVER.  Am I Hyperventilating? Yea!

I tried listing down things that interest me:

1. Music

2. Movies

3. Writing

4. Surfing

5. Fun

I am sad.

I used to like designing, I still do, but I get bored when I am aimless. Learning is super fun. But if you don’t have work to do, a target to accomplish, what do you even learn about? If you are confused, then I totally get you, because I am really good at convincing myself.

I mean, just look at me, I want to do so many things! Like become super HOT someday and in contrast, work for a really nice NGO.
I want to write and definitely not the way others want me to. Content writing jobs on internet is still a challenge, to be really good I mean, but I would still prefer to write my own stuff. Now, why would anyone be interested in my life? Except of course, the few people who visit my blog and don’t even bother to tell me about it, and most of them might come because they are bored or want some nice music to listen to! My audience must be the jobless people who like good music with great lyrics type no? I am happy about that!

I would love to write about films, but then I don’t watch as many that are required to be able to write about them. I mean, I am not a multi tasker, but I love writing good stuff. These days, I have been busy with here n there infi shit and that has taken away my writing hours. Recently I was suffering from a writer’s block and that frustrated me so much! I am promising myself today, to do better at stuff that I do well at. I am going to be regular here, I am going to write about films even if not my daily happenings that I used to love talking about (because right now, life is just “…..”). I have no idea what this post is about, may be my head’s ranting finally coming out..

PS: Happy birthday to a dear friend (who does not read my blog and will probably never know that I am wishing her).

CYA!

♫ Somebody that I used to know by Gotye

Amusingly nice lyrics! Even the music, funny, sweet (to me) and of course, go beyond the words, you will like it! And by the way, this song is totally dedicated to someone I used to know!

Somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.azlyrics.com

♫ She will be loved by Maroon 5

 

Beautiful lyrics! If you remember Move like Jaggar (No? Check THIS out), then yea, it is from the same band.

She will be loved

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

[in the background]
Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye
Please don’t try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah
[softly]
I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goodbye

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.azlyrics.com

♫ Chhoo lo By The Local Train

Why does this happen to me just before exams? Music becomes so irresistible when you want to think about something that you don’t care about. But anyways, I am in love with a song by The Local Train. Not a very famous band, and I don’t know why, but this is one of my favorite songs now!

Listen to this, tap your feet, close your eyes and feel your head swimming in a beautiful bliss..

Haan main ruka tha, tu ja chukka tha
Haan main ruka tha, tu ja chukka tha

Khada hoon aaj bhi waheen, ki dil phir bekarar hai
Khada hoon aaj bhi waheen, ki tera intezaar hai

Choo Lo jo mujhe tum kabhi, kho na jaoon main raat din
Nazaron tum ho basey
Keh do jo tum ek baar, Mere ho bas tum mere
Nazaron me tum ho basey

Khada hoon aaj bhi waheen, lagi teri hi aas hai
Kaisi hai yeh bebasi, yeh kaisi dil ki pyaas hai
Choo lo jo mujhe tum kabhi, kho na jaoon main raat din
Nazaron main tum ho basey
Keh do jo tum ek baar, mere ho bas tum mere
Nazaron main tum ho basey

Reh jaoonga yuheen, bas yuheen, bas yuheen
Reh jaoonga yuheen, bas yuheen, bas yuheen
Reh jaoonga yuheen, bas yuheen, bas yuheen
Reh jaoonga yuheen, bas yuheen, bas yuheen

Choo lo jo mujhe tum kabhi, kho na jaoon main raat din
Nazaron main tum ho basey
Keh do jo tum ek baar, mere ho bas tum mere
Nazaron main tum ho basey

Haan main ruka hoon, tu ja chukka hai
Haan main ruka hoon, tu ja chukka hai
Choo lo mujhe tum kabhi, kho na jaoon main raat din
Nazaron main tum ho basey, ho basey

Lyrics courtesy: http://www.reverbnation.com/