A farewell indeed..

It's not what you're thinking. I'm not dying, much to your chagrin. I'm just fresh from watching DASVIDANIYA. The title indeed was quite intriguing to begin with, and add to that the presence of VINAY PATHAK and the bittersweet character that he plays, and what you get is a gem of a movie. I'm sure that the movie will not do well at the box office, as neither is it meant for the masses, nor for the classes. So neither is it a DDLJ, nor is it a BHEJA FRY.

But the movie sure was able to hold my interest till the very last scene. I'm not sure how many people are going to agree with me on this point though, especially because of the fact that the story is mundane and the journey of the character is also very predictable. But it is probably the natural aplomb of VINAY PATHAK that helps the director pull off a movie as fine as this. The way PATHAK carries himself throughout the movie as the 'loser' that life has made out of him, is indeed commendable as well as quite endearing. Although the character may seem to garner a lot of pity from the audiences, i hope there will be a few like me who would empathize with the same.

I'm not sure what kind of an impression i'll be giving the reader by making the statement that i'm about to make, but i'm sure that a few will also be able to find a small part of themselves in PATHAK'S character. And this is so because most of us may not be able to achieve most of the things that we desire in life. I guess we all have a ' things to do list' of our own, though i'm not sure how many items we may be able to cancel off it by the time we kick the bucket.

The movie wasn't really supposed to have a message of it's own, but i guess there is the one which i was able to make out of it. Time runs out real fast, and life runs along besides it. We can't stop time, and we don't want to stop 'life'. So make the most of the time and life that you have, or you hope that you have.

If you start making your list right now, who knows, you just might be lucky enough to strike out all the items off it by the time you look at the world one last time, and say....DASVIDANIYA.

Oh my DOG..!!!!

The title of this post may have painted the wrong picture. Although it does reinforce the fact that i'm still an athiest. Anyway, that's not what this is about. It's about the fact that women are absolutely right when they say that all men are the same. Yes, of course they are. Because they are normal. And every woman is unique in her own surreal way.

After the tragedy that struck the city around 48 hours back; a travesty struck my home 24 hours ago. It happened when my mom brought up the issue of the terrorist attack and tried to establish a link between the event and the fact that a dog was crying the night before it. I don't know why he was crying, may be he lost his bone, or may be the one he was in love with had refused an offer to smell him. Anyway, i've always been at loggerheads with my mom about superstitions as they don't get along well with the concept of logic.

The poor thing was probably crying over the other serious issues i mentioned earlier, while he was being blamed for bringing in the bad luck that sealed the fate of many. My mom was pretty adamant on her opinion, as women are known for not being able to be budged. At one point of time i was trying to figure out what would've been easier- shutting up the dog, or shutting up my mom. And what i'm having trouble understanding is that if other people, like my mom, are smart enough to tell apart a dog's howling from HIMESH RESHAMIYA'S singing, then why are they dumb enough to blame superstitions for the evil around them. And then they go ahead and give the credit of their success to 'GOD', 'THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA' or 'THE MAN UPSTAIRS'.

I'll tell you what, there is no man upstairs. At least not for me, i live on the top floor of my building. But the point is, that GOD is equivalent to 'NOTHING'. This means that people are devoted to 'NOTHING'. So inadvertently, we use phrases like "may NOTHING bless you", "NOTHING is by your side", "we are the creation of NOTHING", "NOTHING is everywhere" etc.

But i also know that i myself am an anagram of GOD; i'm GOD spelled backwards. I know that whatever i've rambled on will not change a single person's perception. So yes, that's correct, i am a dog. As i have been barking up the wrong tree.....

To kill the tension..

I believe i have been compelled to write this particular post by the seriousness in the air that has precipitated as a result of 'the wonderful deeds of those obnoxious little weeds' [not Harbhajan Singh], we know by the expression- 'terrorists'. And by the way, if no one noticed, let me turn your attention to the fact that that last line did rhyme a bit.

Speaking of the country's favourite bad boy- BHAJJI, i heard that he recently won a dance show where he got a chance to shake a leg with a very sensuous woman.Wait..his partner was MONA SINGH..who is not sensuous. Although some may think of her as a woman.

Terrorists are stupid..they never kill the ones who deserve to be dead. For instance why didn't they throw a grenade on the guy who invented MATHEMATICS..? Oh..wait..i see why...the guy who invented MATHEMATICS was one of them ......!!

I must admit that writing nonsense without a purpose is much more difficult than i thought it would be. So..i hope that i've been able to drift your attention to a whole different subject..or i may have managed to infuriate you more than the terrorists [ i know the reader is nodding along at this point of time].

Anyway, the point is that we can't go back in time and make it better now. So it's better if we think less about the same. After all..we live in the city which never sleeps...and may it not feel any sense of drowsiness this time either.....

Come full circle...

I'm sure everyone must have lost count of the number of times both BOLLYWOOD and HOLLYWOOD have successfully managed to sell a bunch of movies like hot cakes on the basis of the idea i'm about to ramble on.

They say, life always journeys back to where it started from. And by 'they', i mean the scriptwriters of these tuity-fruity movies who have been smart enough to sense the desire of the millions of twits wishing for something like that to happen to them as well, and cashing in on the same.

I think i just hit the bull's eye, now didn't i? The only reason that people buy this idea is because they wish their own lives come full circle someday or the other. Nine out of ten people want a second shot at life, obviously not being very happy about the way it turned out. And this applies to me as well, why else do you think i would have seen SERENDIPITY seven times...!!!!! Because at some level, we all wish we could go back in that special time of our life and make sure that things didn't go about the way they actually did.

No matter how futile the effort may be, and no matter how mature we believe we are to have a complete prior knowledge of this fact, we all still do fall for it. And these movies go on to become huge hits, with their revenue running into millions and breaking prior records made by other wiseguys.

But i'm not complaining, nor are the other millions and millions in the world who spend a lot of cash in an attempt to buy some hope of getting one last chance to change their lives. And who knows, once in a while, it may come true as well.
And lets not forget, sometimes it's better to believe than to doubt.

So... never lose hope.... because what goes up... must come down and what goes by.... must come by again.........someday.

The Funny bone....

Have you noticed the presence of at least one person in a group who laughs the hardest at the dumbest joke..? And there's this other person who will stay stone-faced even while watching a comedy as good as HIMESH RESHAMIYA'S -KARRZZZZZ...? Its not a comedy per se, but the fact that HIMESH is giving acting a second shot kind of makes it look like one. Plus i may have miscalculated the number of Z's. Anyway, i think i'm going off the track, more than HIMESH does while singing.

Then you may have come across a person who actually has something against jokes. May be these are the people who's loved ones died of a heart attack while watching JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE! May their souls rest in peace. Anyway, the fact is that this kind of a person, on being confronted by a good joke, gives you the 'IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?' expression, and that's when you feel like punching the person's teeth down his throat. Not that you should.

And then comes the worst type, the 'fake haha-ers'. They don't laugh because the joke's funny, but because, it is an obligation to laugh at a joke, no matter how much it sucks. And by the way, NAVJOT SINGH SIDHU does not fall under this category alright. He gets paid to laugh, it's a legal obligation for him.

Anyway...the point i'm trying to drive home, is that people have different kinds and levels of sense of humour, humorously referred to as your 'funny bone'.
It's good to have a nice old funny bone in your body, just not the kind that will make people want to break all the other bones in your body.
That being said, i better not mention which category i fall under. Because i'm funny, but i ain't stupid.

Welcome back....

This post is dedicated to welcome back a very dear friend of mine, who had gone missing for a while. And by 'missing' i mean the fact that she wasn't there around for a long time, as she was busy wrapping up the loose ends of her own life.

It had been almost 2 years since the last time i had heard from her, until this past Wednesday when i got back in touch with her. And the thought that some things never change, rung quite true at that moment. As we filled each other up on what had been happening in our respective lives, it seemed that despite the bitter experiences that both of us have gone through in the span of the last 2 years, we were still the same old people, the same old friends.

I cracked the same old bad jokes, and she giggled in her same old familiar trademark fashion that i have grown to love and adore. So...to sum it up, let me just say that i'm glad that my friend has returned, and i want her to have all the happiness in the world as she deserves every single bit of it. May she continue to be the same old sweet, affectionate, and the most beautiful girl i've ever known.
Because...as i said earlier...some things never change....

Being serious....

The other day i was having a chat with a friend of mine regarding how to make my blog popular. She offered some help as she has a few contacts which might be of some help to me. The condition that came attached with it was that i should start writing something serious and meaningful.

With that sentence, all my hopes of making my blog popular came crashing down faster than the WORLD TRADE CENTER.... Not because she said something offensive enough to do so, in fact, she was making complete sense. But i just realised that i can never be serious. Me being serious and sobre, would be like Albert Einstein getting a regular haircut. As far as i can remember, i have always managed to laugh my way out of everything in life so far.

I normally use humour as a defense mechanism, not to mention that it doesn't always pay-off. There have been instances where the embarrasing look on my face after cracking the joke was far more amusing than the joke itself.

I've been told that i don't need to make a joke out of everything in life. But for some reason, i can't help it. I guess i don't take life as seriously as people normally do. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad, but this is what i do, this is who i am, this is who i i've always been, this is who i'll always be.......

Never the same.....

As far as i can remember,

those times both tough and tender,

as hard as it might be to say,

may be there never really was a way,

whatever happened for any rhyme or reason,

nothing will bring back that sweet old season,

no matter what i said and what went in vain,

but life will never be the same again...........

The good times just rolled by,

leaving a smile and a muffled cry,

i don't know how many years,

will take to dry those running tears,

i know the sun will rise and shine,

and things will be just about fine,

the time may even take away the pain,

but life will never be the same again.......

The past just keeps knocking on my door,

and it wouldn't let my present soar,

but once i break myself free,

i'll be back on my joyous spree,

once again i'll have something to chase,

it will be my life's brighter phase,

i'll be walking down a happier lane,

but life will never be ...the same again.........