A box of chocolates!

Life is box of chocolates. You never know which one you gonna get. Every time I try to pick one, I pick something different. Somethings are sweet whereas the others are sour or may be bitter but they are chocolates after all. Its a mix of joy and sorrow. I am served with all the ingredients all the time. None of it has been exceeding the other. A minute of joy brings a minute of sorrow!

To celebrate joy is life or to accept sorrow is life? or is it both? You never get time to do both. By the time you start celebrating your joy you end up in sorrow or the vice versa. None of them is eternal.

Joy or sorrow depends on the way we look at it. Its just being optimistic or pessimistic, that makes the difference. Walk ahead and cherish anything that lies behind.

Its easy to preach but difficult to practice. I have been trying to practice but not more than trying!!

I Miss Myself

(Read through and tell me if I sound philosophical or foolish)

What I was yesterday is not what I am today! Tomorrow, I will be not what I am today. Is it a question of yesterday, today and tomorrow or is it question of what I am? Which one does make sense? Can anybody sense the difference? Is the days that just roll on or is it I who go over the days? Is it the time that moves on or I move over a time frame? Is there anything constant in this world or are they relative?
For every day, there is a yesterday and may be tomorrow. Why is this tomorrow not certain? Is it because I will not be there for tomorrow or the tomorrow is not for me? Which one does make sense? Can anybody sense the difference?
I look at the past, I yearn for a future, my feet are in the present. Should I remember the past or should I not? Should I dream for a future or should I not? Should I enjoy the present or should I not? Which one is important?
If I am in one phase then I wouldn't be in any other. Does the past make any sense without present and future? or does the present make sense without the other two? or the future for that matte? Tell me which one reigns and which one doesn't?
What decides my past, present and future? Is it me, my soul or my mind? or Is it anything out of my reach? Who is me here? Is it my body? my Soul? or my mind? Are all these combined to form the me in me or is it just a part of me? Whoever is me, what is that which is out of my reach? Is that you call god or is that your own conscience? What is that?
Does your mind know the things that happens to you? Is your mind a storage device that makes you conscious of things at the right time or if not, what is that?

In the struggle to figure out who I am ? What I am? and When am I ? I know one thing for sure, that I miss myself anytime. I just miss myself. Let yesterday,today and tomorrow be there or may be I stay in all, I just miss myself. I miss the past in present and present in the future. I just miss myself!

(Do I make sense or not? Just answer the questions as you read and look for answers. If you understand the things that were going in my mind, You won't understand your mind or Do you? Just see what you know and know what you see.)

American Summer- Dawn to Dusk

(This post is written in a conversation style narrating jus what I did all this summer)

Not me: Brother! what is American summer by the way?
Me: Oh man! doesn't you know that, that's actually something I wanted to say about nothing I did this summer! If you are by any chance ignorant, I spent my summer in US of A. That must justify the topic I guess.
Not me: Oh boy! ....so you mean to say you gonna show off!!! LOL
Me: Damn you! this is not show off, this is a true story of an Indian guy facing the intense heat of joblessness and boredom in the land of F#$&#$.
Not me: Oh! Is it! That sounds pretty interesting. So better start over.
Me: Here I go!
One fine day in the month of May, there came an end to the exams, well ! just for that spring! I had a dream then, a dream that laid out a future for me, a dream that lead me to success, a dream that was a dream for ever,LOL, what else it can be when it's induced rather than viewed.

Damn! Every morning I woke up at a time that was an afternoon for every other. The only thing I felt when I got up was that I am hungry like a stray dog, but then a glimpse of my laptop used to stop me, it used to smile at me invitingly. I am just a mortal, so what I do, just open up and browse, Orkut! the first thing that struck my mind and behindwoods! the second, Indiaglitz! the third, Oh no! I gotta check my school e-mail! Again the same, I didn't get that job! Damn that job, that employer! F&%$ them.

All said and done, damn! Things used to crop up slowly, I gotta eat, before that I gotta brush, I gotta shit, I gotta bath! and for all that I gotta get up! I used do all stuff with the quickness of a buffalo and interest of a software engineer! I eat then with a series of thoughts in my mind, about my so called dreams. So here I go analyzing, Why I got that dream? What for? and What I infer? then i realize they are nothing but my wishes. Wishes as dreams, Oh no! I suck! I realize they are induced.

Not me: So what next?

Me: Good question, I must say. Then comes the thought of school, then the research, then the bastard, my prof, then money. Oops! A chill went down my spine! Then comes the question of going to school or to stay at home? I know I won't study at home, even then I wanna change that habit. So decided to stay at home and study. LOL. I take the book, I think about my professor, I get irritated, so what next....yes, you guessed right. I stopped studying and started browsing. I never knew What I used to browse until the evening, but that somehow kept me engaged. Then comes the evening, felt like having tea, yes I do had one. I used to think about playing, I call people, enquire about their availability. so what next? You guessed wrong...I used to play and I play until I get tired. Wow. That's the one and only useful thing I did every day.

I used to come back home, tired. After a short bath I used to eat...watch a movie..chat with friends..so what next? I sleep, what else. The cycle kept on continuing, its high time that I get out of this routine. I was like this for the last two months. Damn me. I suck. Big time.

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Well, things either won't happen or jus happens in a jiffy. Last two months there was no sign of any changes. But then a hell lot of things happened in just a week. I changed advisor, shifted apartment, went to linkin park concert, boozed a lot on saturday, and to end it all went to temple on sunday. So thats it. I am charged up for the new assignment. Let me hope for the best.

What the heck?

You wanna know the impact of movies in India or rather, impact of actors/actresses in India? Its evident from the way they support the cause of a jailed actor more than they did for India's Ex-President. What the heck? Are we mad? Are we out of mind? What material we are made of? What species of humans are we? Shame on us. Yes, we are mad about movies. Yes, we cannot hold our thoughts together. And finally to put it, we are one strange species of humans who always go for things which aren't worth it by any means.

We have the habit of glorifying the undeserved. Period. We are at extremes always. We either praise or swear. We either glorify or ditch. We love gossips. We believe gossips. We always have no time for good. On the contrary we have plenty for things which are of no good. We glorify actors and not freedom fighters. We glorify politicians and not politics. We are never moderate. We are completely mired in these stuff. Its difficult to get out even If one wants to. So in a nutshell, we either suck or suck hard. We kept sucking, we suck now and we shall follow the legacy forever.

Brother! you know what? This is India, it has been like that for years and it will be the same here after.

Long live India. Let Indianism take over the world. Amen.

Life in US

You wanna know what the last one year has done to me,

I wake up on my own
I sleep late
I wake up late, sometimes early as well
I sleep less
I eat cereals for breakfast
I carry lunch box
I cook for myself
I walk to school and everywhere else
I walk alone
I smile at people on the way
I am addressed by "what's up"
I too address people by the same
I do not know answer for myself
I drink coffee with cream
I drink tea without milk
I count money in dollars
I earn for myself
I think twice before I spend
I work overnight sometimes
I work hard, sometimes harder
I play racket ball instead of cricket
I attend potluck
I like Mexican food
I feel like drinking on Fridays
I play poker
I use toilet paper and not water
I attend school with shorts
I see distance in miles
I tell my weight in pounds
I drive on the right side of the road
I have a laptop
I have a credit card
I have a debit card
I do not have a bike to roam
I do not look at Indian gals .. lol

If I do all that I said, its needless to say
I am in United States

Its one year since I came to United States and every change in me is been positive till date, corrupt in some stuff though (it happens man), but as a whole if you see I am more self-reliant and hardworking than I was in India and I am definitely happy about it.

You repeat things- its routine and routine losses shine

Celebrating the spirit of Mumbai! This is the height of optimism, I would say. At a time when you have to observe the first anniversary of 7/11 victims and pay homage, a section of the people celebrated the spirit of Mumbai. Even though the optimistic approach of the people should be lauded, the indifference can't be ignored here.

The flutter that a diffused bomb creates in the west is not created even for a burst bomb here. Why is this difference in reaction? Who is to be blamed for this kind of attitude? Is it actually an asset or curse? Well! To answer these questions one has to see the entire issue in a broader spectrum.

It's just when you repeat things, it becomes routine and rotine losses importance. You kill people, nobody stops you and you continue killing. That becomes a routine. So people react in a way they used to react for any routine occurrence. Something that is been happening from late 60's till date in a regular basis is nothing but routine occurence. That is what is happening with India now. This speaks for the change in people's attitude. Each and everyone is to be blammed for this indifference. Its a basic Indian nature that he/she will care only if it involves them, otherwise they just brush it aside. Answering to the third question, its both. Its an asset for an optimistic and curse not for an pessimist but for an pragmatist.

"Leave the past behind, concentrate on the future"the politicians claim. When the present and future are etched out of the past, how could you leave it behind? So How do you react? How do I change my attitude? These questions will always linger in any sensible person's mind, but nowhere he can find the answer. I am one among them.

All fired up- smoke irritates

( Post covers multitude of issues, all related to a single root Sivaji- The BOSS. I wanted to throw light on anything and everything that surrounds this movie. )

A movie buff that I am, couldn't find a better topic to begin with. A social animal that I am , couldn't digest the injustice.

Before I go into the details I must admit that I myself is a SSRK fan but definitely not dumb enough to worship him. Another thing to admit - I strongly feel that SSRK's acting potential ( not as versatile as kamal haasan) is not exploited to its extreme, which when ever done, would be a fitting reply to all those narrow minded geeks (no offense meant, its for who ever they are and other's jus brush it aside) who projects Hindi cinema (avoided Bollywood intentionally) as the face of Indian cinema. This is something being proved wrong, time and again by kamal Haasan and Maniratnam.

One man's hero is another's zero (Lifted from another blog). This is how things work in this world. The world is so diverse that everyone has something to like and that by every means can be unique and worthy in it's own sense. If one understands that philosophy, there wouldn't be any clash between followers of different ideals. But you know how people work, everyone wants their faith to prevail, be it anything. It's nothing but human nature which grows on poking and subsides on apathy.

Here comes the people who exploit this very human nature for their own gain. There are many of this kind , but I would confine myself to Indian media- the hype that's been generated by it and the issues that linger in my mind. As usual even Indian politics is trying its hand here, which I would talk in another post.
First and foremost, Why did the Indian media hyped the movie (Sivaji- The BOSS) to unimaginable proportions? The answer is very simple, they wanted to rise their viewer ship down south. Thats all. But if you have watched the coverage carefully , you could have noticed one thing, they never understood south and they never will, to be more precise they doesn't ever want to. That was completely evident in the way they had handled the entire episode. Every frame was intentionally sarcastic. Sarcasm on issues in which one is least informed or not informed at all shows his/her ignorance and this explains their intentional deviations. Further, I strongly believe that if you wanna talk publicly on some issue, you gotta either be intellectual enough to do that or do atleast with right amount of professionalism. They haven't done both. I have no idea how the people involved will be answering this ambiguity, but any answer would be a proper cover up. Big deal, they are here to stay.

They made a complete mockery of the entire issue. They hyped..they praised...they criticized...made people criticize...then waited for the reaction..reverted back...what's all this shit!!! Is there no better thing to cover in this country or it's the people who prefer these coverage. A question that cannot be answered ever.

A movie involving a hero who is none less than a demi-god to his fans, a director who churned out seven back-to-back hits, a music director who is addressed as Mozart of Madras by the so called cultured public of west, a production house that's been in business ever since Tamil talkies came into existence and finally the movie itself, the costliest ever made in India to date. Can anything get bigger than this? A question only time can answer. But people mock at it. They want content! well! what is content for them? Is everything that Big B comes up with is content, is it SRK, is it Emraan hashmi ( LOL ) or the ever menacing Salman khan? I must admit that I respect Aamir Khan and Ajay Devgan in this regard. I do agree that lots of experimentation is being done in Hindi cinema in the new millennium owing to the increasing urban crowd and westernized Indian minds, all said and done, what is the outcome. A string of flops in 2007 and the only profitable movie has come from MADRAS TALKIES. By this arguement I shouldn't be overshadowing the experiment that is being done in Tamil or any other regional language for that matter. Though their reach is minimal ,profit rivals Hindi cinema.

Coming Back to Sivaji, yes, it is a regular mass entertainer with all ingredients that's our SSRK is lately into. Yes, it is a story of riches to rags to riches which forms his success formula. So what? He is a perfect entertainer and his fans come from every age group. He has been entertaining two generations of people and still going strong. His movies are message driven and for the mass. He doesn't experiment because people doesn't want him to. It's completely a people's verdict.

This in particular is a movie that completely lies on SSRK's gimmicks and Shankar's execution wherein SSRK has emerged as a winner due to Shankar's sacrifice. Shankar's screenplay doesn't stick to the plot on many occasions which is a major misgiving in the movie. In many scenes, Shankar seems to have given more importance to SSRK and grandeur rather than story and screenplay. Hence, he succeeded in the former but failed, not miserably though, in the latter. So there is a popular notion that the movie doesn't stand the hype. Yes, it is. Even if it is bitter, truth cannot be neglected. For such people, I can say only one thing. Never go by the hype, go by your instincts.

At the end of the day, I can say that this is about a person who was born pauper and became a prince by sheer hard work and there is another Biggie who was born prince, still prince but trying to become a peasant!!!

A Beginning!

Hello!
This is my entry into the world of bloggers. A space with both talented and amateur hands. I am gonna try my hand here. lemme see under what category I fall. Whatever it is, I am gonna use this space to scribble anything and everything that struck/is striking/will strike me n my mind.
Ready to go n hope my laziness doesn’t hamper this!!