i went for a movie today... to this multiplex which was within 100 mts of 2 other equally large multi-plexes...

kinda odd.. almost no1'd believe this 5 yrs back.. more importantly no1'd imagine they'd all be running close to house-full ....

anyway.. while there.. i was thinking it'd be so cool.. to study the operations of a mall or how they do all the internal things.. like what we do see is the clean front but the amount of back-end work involved would be so phenomeonal.. and so much fun to study... now tht is the kinda corporate project i'd be really happy doing...

maybe i should try something there.. though i am realyl lazy abuot these things.. so if any of you guys can figure out some-way where i can get a chance to work with 1 of these stores.. pour in your suggestions...

anyway the point of discussing stores was... i parked my car in the basement of the mall today.. and then after the film.. when we came down.. we realised the basement goes upto 2 levels... since i'd gone up after parking through the drive-in area... and after the film used the elevator to get down.. i felt rather dis-oriented and out of sorts on where to locate my car...

at this point i split my friends into teams to go look for the car... ehehehehhe (trust the mgmt students to have a planned approach) and then we realised its on the other basement level...

reminds me i'd read once.. that it used to happen in the US that they had multiples levels of parkings.. and ppl wud tend to forget where they'd parked and be moving aroudn aim-lessly.. and then one of the innovative solutions was to use fruits as symbols to differentiate floors.. coz numbers ppl easily forget... i rem smilin to myself when i read this..

n i smiled today again to think... soon this might be the case with my city.. and i might park my car on the water-melon level coz i like the fruit so much ;)

Park-lane

Parked on a half pavement of the city-street at 3:30 in the morning.. listening to some inane music that says “so take, take me home” I wonder what home is and how much distance separates me from this home.. looking outside.. the silhouette of a city, a concrete jungle all-asleep… street-lights with all the towers and people in them asleep..

As rain drops patter on my window I am sitting in this town of “English Weather”

Its difficult to search for oneself when you don’t know what you are looking for.. makes the quest a tad more difficult…

The luxury of an almost empty 4 lane road, the car to park at the corner of this road, a laptop to tap-on and maybe an internet card to be online even from here would to a large extent be all that I’d expect and be content with, if I could get…

As the music was shut off by chance suddenly silence surrounds us except for the odd groaning of an over-strained 100 cc bike engine rode like it was a ducati….

My optimistic clock shows the time as 1:13 and the wind that blows is almost the only sound to be heard…

Driving to this place as I drove by her house.. I remembered her kitchen… how we’d sat on the slab… and she’d made coffee in another life…

More 100 cc maniacs.. SOME form of muslim morcha this is… they’re never for a cause never for a reason.. the only reason for a morcha is itself..

Anyway.. again remembering her… there was so much about her that was also unique, the way she said things were always better when they were less messy…

The way she looked with her thick-rimmed glasses and small beautiful eyes…

Reminds me of a brilliant quote from before sun-set.. let me try and look for it now.. to end this post…

Memories are wonderful things, if you don't have to deal with the past.

once upon a time....

ONE of the most extreme forms of pure sexual tension i have felt with another person was in one of the simplest gestures known to man-kind...

we'd gone for a film... in a group heh.. there's something oddly beautiful.. about start-ups.. romantic about romance if that doesnt sound too obscure.. which lets you do so much more when you freshly meet a person... makes it kinda intriguin even to know you can-not really hang out with a person.. alone.. so anyone.. we went for a movie... and ofcourse we sat together...

and then from under the arm-rest.. i hunted for her hand... the movie was special... one of the better films to have come out .. .in the last few yrs.. .but what made it better still was the clasping of that hand... the intensity that was directed.. the energy almost with which i held on to her.. words fail me as i try to describe the intensity of that moment.. but being in it.. was special..

simple things like these... just holding her hand.. can sometimes generate a more intense feeling than being in her...

LOST IN TRANSLATION

from meeku to vbv...

vbv to veerya

veerya to lil boy

lil boy to vebbu...

vebbu to vb...

vb.. to v2....

i wonder which one of them is me and where is life headed anyway???

movie goers

heh.. thats what we used to call ourselves... some 5 yrs back now....
when me sabby n vikku used to go to cine magic and watch all the films that released...

cine magic was this safe heaven that played all the new english films that'd release.. in some obscure show.. and there'd always be tickets.. life was good then..

now after all these yrs.. only me n sabby r left here.. n we also barely manage to scramble thru sometime for these movies... god bless these holi-days...

anyway.. today after requiem for a dream.. i went for Dansh ... dansh means sting.. pretty intriguin.. i didn't know that.. anyway.. dansh is about the militancy that happened in Mrizoram in 1980's before it was declared a seperate state.. their fighting for liberation and stuff like that.. must see in a lot of ways..

when it had jst about started.. or rather all along i had a fair idea it would be different.. most people would classify these films as bad.. and yet i try and see as many of them as i can help myself to...

some glaring examples always come to mind. .some were exceptionally good.. some were exceptionally bad... like hazaron khwahisheh aisi... chai pani... white noise... dhoop.. hyderabad blues.. (which in a lot of ways started this trend)

all of these films.. almost all of them.. at some point of time seem glaringly bad.. are very unprofessional or not slick enough.. but each one of them.. has a message.. a reason for them to be there... there is a clear cut purpose why the person made that film.. and i think that usually is reason enough to make me want to go to a theatre...

i'd much rather see a million more such films than a technical marvel which had no reason to be made in the first place...

what i learnt from this film... it taught me or showed.. that a mob.. or a group of people have no identity of the people left.. they are no longer representing the beliefs even, that these people stand for.. a mob comes to life has an identity of its own and only the mob can be held responsible or accountable for the actions.. the group of individuals have almost nothing in common with the mob...

maybe after a healthy enough dosage of these i have lost the ability to appreciate the fine qualities or refinments in a film..

a requiem

for a dream....


just saw the film... what a film.. its like my life... almost...

starting with four normal ppl it tracks their journey to becoming four scums of society...

its funny how you see them start as normal people and how they end up as they do...

makes me wonder.. how easy it is for something like that to happen to some of us.. .it wouldn't even require too much luck or chance for that to happen.. such things usually have a funny way of taking care of themselves...

anyway... a must watch for every optimist... a reality check we all need

post-posting

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
(Nothing means a thing to me)
- K's Choice - Not an Addict....

so i write this... post event.. its over.. finally 1 event gone down the drain.. or so much effort which eventually amounted to very little... she said a good event is also about successful execution.. it was rather alright executed i guess.. but it didn't have a zing... there was nothin special.. there was no sense of joy.. delirium.. just a sense of its over.. i don't know what or how much that sense stands for.. some people were happy.. some were congratulating each other.. but how many of them did how much for it.. how much did i do? it all seems like an irrelevant question... how much did i gain.. learn or accomplish by doing this...

maybe or hopefully i can say i made 2 good friends.. and had the opportunity of working with 2 fun ppl for this event.. i'd wanted to work with some of them.. so that was nice... but then the purpose is yet missing... this blog is now starting to lose its purpose i think.. even the blog no longer has a meaning...


Fresh Perspective: -

they were all working together.. it was fun working with all of them... a lot of people a lot of ideas.. a lot of fun.. a lot of adrenaline.. a lot of intellectual stimulation... friends and their friends and their friends and their friends.. all fun loving like minded people... more and more of them get together.. and it's like a never ending family.. suddenly life seems fun... as there are lots of fun things happening. .it a domino effect of positivity... and then one day.. there is a fight.. a difference of opinion..

do we then divide into factions? is there bad blood? ( i don't understand the meaning of this anymore)

all the same it reminds me of a very bad low-budget film shot in the middle east called "stop"

one of the cast would stay.. when enough things had gone bad for her.. she'd jst shout "STOP" like saying it could actually make all those evil things stop...

when we get to the evil lines.. we will find out.. i think

MOVIN' along

hmm... last few days have been a blur.. next few days will be a blur too...

i have been messing up a few important things in life.. coz the mental orientation towards them is missing...

and then decent amount of things have been trying hard enough to fall into place also... must appreciate that when you are part of too much.. you somehow lose the relevance of what you're doing and why...

being under-slept... walking into a house when everyone is asleep... and leaving the house within an hour of waking up... are some of the realities i have come to terms with.. over the last few weeks... soon ofcourse the orientation will change.. and my goal or my objective so to speak will be re-defined into a seperate mould...

some ppl i know have found new love.. someone else i know has fallen in love again... someone else also enjoys being in love...

which reminds of the film love actually.... did you guys see it in theatres locally? they'd cut 1 of the sub-plots in the indian version... there were apparently a blue-film couple.. which also fall in love.. while shooting one of their films...
kinda intriguin an idea.. makes me wanna re-visit the film.... some............day