Friday, March 30, 2007
I saw 150.
Such a waste of time.
Well, I walked out in the interval.
The only good thing is men with six packs
and the pretty-pretty colours and people and kids.
But this gets boring from the second scene onwards.
Then nothing moves you. (what do you mean then? nothing moves.)
The prettier the imagery
more the distance
from your heart and head to the screen.
You are more aware of the heads in front of you,
what the person next to you is eating and what the
women at the back are talking about.
The soundtrack was bad.
The film had no purpose.
No soul. No story.
Agreed I couldn't bear it and walked out. Thats bad.
I should have slept in the theatre and at least enjoyed the AC
since I paid for it.
The words they say are fake.
The whole thing is not an experience.
Its not believable, its not even clever.
Its just one photoshopped pseudo-painting after another.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
Well, not literally 15 minutes of fame but that
In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.
and there is a measuring unit called The Warhol , kilowarhol and megawarhol?
Friday, March 23, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Parry heard all that I had to say about all the lonely people and where they all come from. About how I wish I could meet a fellow loner and end our loneliness. We, that’s Parry and me, along with Eleanor Rigby took few rounds of
There he was, smiling at me. I smiled looking back at him even after we had passed him. But I couldn't do it.
Another try it had to be. He was worth it. It was going to be HIM. The second time we were passing, he was looking right at me. The stars above were trying their best to create the right moment, build the right mood for yours truly to deliver the bliss. All the corny things right in place. And then… I blew a cute little kiss!!!
I looked away. I couldn't look at him. He was with his friends! Wonder what he thought! Parry, being sweet as he is, took the bike up the hill to Pali to avoid further discussion on the effect of a kiss on the cute boy’s psyche.
Last night a curly long-haired Punjabi boy with the girl with the biggest smile ever were seen riding past lonely men in dark streets, singing,
All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?
An inquiry has been set up by BRA (Bandra Resident’s Association) to end such ill behavior. Although nothing concrete can be said our sources reveal this could have something to do with the Indian Cricket team’s recent loss or the decreasing number of stray dogs in the locality.
page about lonely time at Oval Maidan yesterday.
Not the best scan, but I'm feeling lazy and drunk under
the influence of the kiss!
I wrote the following comment. The post is about the recent happening at Nandigram and her city. My comment is
Chamki said... I don't know much about your city and what the thinking is. Living in Bombay all my life, in a cocooned house, I have tried to understand things from the newspapers and TV but I don't. I never seem to understand what the ideology is and how people are applying it. May be studying philosophy has got something to do with it. I'm used to a method of understanding.
Because what I study is not a point of view or at least it isn't proposed as a point of view. But in the news and TV what I see or hear is a point of view, of the government and/or people, parties, parents. I know an ideology or a philosophy is also not God-sent. It is ultimately one man's idea but it is described completely, explicitly in a certain way with patience. In real life I find it so difficult to form my opinion because I constantly feel I don't know enough.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Experimenta is here again. So first, I want to say that anyone who is anywhere in Bombay or nearby should get to Max Muller Bhavan tomorrow onwards till this Sunday at 6:30 in the evening to watch a great line up of experimental films. These include films that are silent, short and/or without narrative (for a better idea check this) The theme this year is Exploring Space so it moves beyond projection on the flat screen and other spaces like the audience space and the mind space of the member in the audience are also under discussion. It is also free of cost! You can buy their programme and contribute a Rs. 50. I shall try to share my thoughts about the films I saw recently.( I said try...)
Exams are in a week. I'm watching a film festival and continuing with my Yoga class. I think a number doesn't define who I am and what I am capable of. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up either. I have simply realised that I'm not motivated because I don't value it enough. I know giving an exam and scoring well means much within the structure and being in the system is changing the system but I have also learnt over the years that this year, this moment is NOW. I value my life enough to make it better every moment , enough to live it the way I want to live it. Everyday, following my 10 commandments makes me feel good because I finally get over the 'Chalta hai' attitude. Now is this 'chalta hai' meddling with my exams? Well... as I said I'm not letting go, I'm studying, knowing how much this matters to me.
End. Some patterns are coming to an end today. Letting go of a certain somebody. Giving space to breathe. Sharing thoughts a little less with people and more on blog. Journalling more. Spending much more time with self. Checking for honesty. Realised that I'm so honest sometimes and so pushy with it that I make people run away. I tell them what they don't want to hear. Well, I have to say it, but now I plan to keep people a little away. Lets see how long this one lasts. End is for this year. Education. College life. Home life.
Today must be a strange planetary alignment.
I actually said
We all have our quirks. I'm proud of mine.
How often do I say these things?
How often can we say things that we really believe
but aren't modest.
Saying these things doesn't make us modest
but not saying them doesn't make us honest either.
We will not say something if it projects us to be good or better
we will dig a big pit and sit right in the centre of it till someone
notices and 'discovers' our talent. Till they find out we must sit
in a corner and quietly upload our work on blogs, or flickr?
That's just sad. I have made a long list of compliments I have got
and I believe them. I believe it when people say I look pretty and that my
blog is interesting. I believe I am talented, I don't care if you don't say it.
I have shut out things like 'You can never act. You don't have it in you. You have no spark'
Confidence, my sister is in belief. Believe in yourself. You are truly beautiful. Nothing in this world is worth your sad face.
Today, I pray for all of us who don't want to believe that we are good, talented, honest, genuine, even gifted because it might slow us down. Remember even psychology suggests reward for motivation.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Then comes Chamko Rani's new agenda: RHYME FOR THE HECK OF IT.
What will follow this is a series of very silly poems which seem like they were written when you're drunk.
Jingle’s Jungle Uncle
A few fumbles
A few grumbles
And Jingle’s jungle Uncle finally proposed.
Would be – would not be Aunt,
Said she can’t
I think this poem is a plant.
No more blabber ?
Ok! I shan’t.
feel free to RHYME FOR THE HECK OF IT.
I write only pretentious happy things and random happenings on my blog.
I write the wrong kind of things to the wrong people.
This is an email that got no reply,
leaving it here in hope that someone somewhere understands.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Stolen from our CEO's diaries these are tit bits of utmost importance!
If only we could auction these in public and make money....
First up is a copy of the agreement signed but all the bloggers!A team of advanced professionals (doesn't that sound funky!) is working
to figure out what the fine blue code in the background is.
It is believed that this sort of meeting could have taken place at a coffee shop
by the name of Barista. However, these are only assumptions.
Clearly nothing can be confirmed at this stage.What follows is a picture clicked by Chamki of Leo, a young and angry looking
man who writes before TIME runs OUT. Our sources suggest Mr. Leo is a secret semi- CEO of some magazine somewhere.This is a picture of Chamki at the beach. An unknown Mr. Someone
suggests that this is a picture she really likes and wants the world to see.
We at XT give you this unique oppurtunity.
Next up is a blue print of the hide out where Chamki had been resting, away from the media. This is where the next
joint- venture-world-torture-project must be planned.
But before our team could get there, she had escaped and
is planning a press conference at her office in Bandra.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Can't call Powai travel really but it feels like it.
Missing home like I am far away.
Nothing particular that I can name but there is something different.
I miss you BBB.
Powai is different from what Bombay is.
Also its this time of the day, I mean night.
There is something very temporary about life these days.
Nothing seems stable.
Every thing changing everyday. Some growing some withering,
Is this life?
Saturday, March 10, 2007
How much is that drop of sweat,
sweated by hustling in the heat
or spent in anxiety?
How much is that moment
spent shifting and turning in bed?
How much do I spend every time
I think of happiness?
What does the tag on a smile say?
How much is a sigh?
How much does it cost to hug?
How much does it cost to forget counting?
How much will it cost to live a life?
A real life.
More than the cost of a calculator?
More than our bank balance?
We are tearing each other over
yellow perforated bills.
We are eating our teeth and diluting our milk.
We are chocking our lungs for it might cost to breathe.
groping for enough,
spill all that there can be-
comfort, simplicity and peace.
All we gather is misery.
Friday, March 09, 2007
No no no. This is another Secret Joint Venture for sure. Joint at too many places. 3 bloggers! Well lets say 3 and a half considering Nonedone is twice as tall. Oh wait! beloved_witch (not in the picture) and Game boy (also not in the picture) used to blog. So thats 5.5 bloggers!
This must be something big. We at XT warn other bloggers about such meetings. These meetings don't sound good. There are cameras all around. Flashing and blinding and there is just way to much laughter for it to be normal. There must be something to it. Of course XT will find out.
Below is another picture of a agreement being signed by our, yes OUR very own CEO and Loony from Calcutta. The following one shows proof of apparatus being designed. It is also believed to be a model of a missile launcher! The world is in danger! SOS SOS SOS SOS
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
g: please pray for me, pray that i have the courage and strength to live through this
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
~Long Ramble in Celebration~
fellow crankies cordially invited
All elderly advice welcome.
Monday, March 05, 2007
as easily as
a warm knife
in butter does.
the curve of your arm?
Is there love in the
kiss of another?
Is there someone
who wants to listen?
Is there someone who wants to
peacefully co-exist with you
for e v e r ~
I need a ear. I close again. I eclipse. The simplest most tiniest truth I know is that there is no way to reach to you. So much time has passed. I have changed I believe. There is so much i want to tell you. But why do I? After all that has passed between us and others. What is it that still ties you to me. What is that will pass your mind if I see you? What is the thought that manages to escape the box of limits and touches you? What is it that you think of me? What is it that you remember of me? Do you remember how much I am capable of loving you?
recording days in predictions.
life in statistics.
moments as mails.
My sense of time
My sense of sight sank
to the base of the pool.
Random bits of information
desperate to be connected are
breathing one dusty sigh
after the next.
Buried tensions are coming to the surface so we can more readily deal with our suppressed issues. The Sun's annual conjunction with Uranus, the most unusual planet in our solar system, can rattle our metaphysical windows and shake our emotional walls. Even the Moon's entry into polite Libra at 4:25 am EST isn't enough to moderate this wild and unpredictable energy. Still, we should think twice before acting in a potentially offensive manner.
Virgo (Aug 23 - Sep 22)
You may need to step outside the box and surprise someone with your willingness to take a risk. However, if you are overly cautious, something unexpected could happen to you. One way or another, hidden tensions will suddenly be released. This will either be initiated by you or happen to you. Ultimately, it's better if the disclosure comes from within.