An evening at the theatre...

Theatre (n.):A building where performance of plays or motion-picture shows can be presented.

I had gone to see 'Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince' with a friend this past Sunday. Harry Potter! Boy, do all the Potters in this world want to thank Joanne K Rowling or what?! Got a kid, let’s name him Harry!

Coming back… it would have been a swell of an experience had it not been for some ‘types’ of people…

First, these are aapro seemingly normal people who, for some unexplained reason, get the most important phone calls of their life just while watching the movie screaming out the worst polyphonic ringtones (Thank God monophonic ringtones are now passé!) They receive the call and speak as if they are larger-than-life heroes of an action movie and the world would end if they didn’t receive the call. To further this frustration, he’ll continuously say ‘Hello!! Hello!!’ over and over again. After a few jeers from the crowd, he’ll stand up, adjust his trousers, and try to wade through a sea of legs (occasionally stepping on a few!) As he is ascending down the stairs, he blares out his ‘hellos’ enough to put the effects of the Dolby system to shame!

Next, we have a guy, who I believe didn’t come to watch the movie. It must’ve been the start of the movie, and he receives a call on his cell (Yes, somehow, an irritating, polyphonic ringtone…what are the chances?) He gets up, leaves his companion to watch the movie. After a while he arrives back at his seat (not before he manages to crush my feet), and hardly has a seat when he receives another call! The whole cycle repeats itself, but on the brighter(?) side, he arrives back at his seat with minimum damage to my feet each time.

Another types (yes, types) are those who bring babies along with them for the movies. I have absolutely nothing against people bringing their baby children for the movies, ‘coz babies need their mothers, but if the baby starts bawling and howling, please…please, for the sake of the crowd, please excuse yourself from the room. Not only are you gonna listen to a word what is being said on the screen, but also gonna get more jeers from the crowd.. Of course the crowd won’t say anything more than a ‘Shhh’ Also, what must the baby be going through… “one moment ago, I was in a nice, lighted corridor, and poof…next moment I’m in a weird dark room, where other people are watching a curtain showing oversized people, I can’t understand a word they’re speaking, and there’s a guy speaking loudly on his cell phone next to me…” Now, a baby being a baby, will quickly add up all these things and do the best thing to escape the situation- CRY! And since babies do have a ‘I-don’t care-what-happens-I’m-gonna-cry-and-get-what-I-want’ attitude, you have to let the baby win! So please, no doing “Coochie Coo” to lull the baby to sleep… either the baby is really pissed off over the situation, or pissed off over a shitty movie (in which case you probably have a future budding movie reviewer…)

Another type of movie goers are those who insist on giving a loud, running commentary during the movie… I remember my brother’s friend relating an experience wherein they had gone to watch one of the Die Hard movies (Die hard: with a vengeance, I guess) and there was one guy who was practically giving a running commentary, it was like watching an English movie with Hindi Audio sub titles… Such people should be banned and banished!

We then have the seedha saadha movie goers, who come in the theatre, keep their mobiles on silent (some sincere ones shut it off!), stand up to the national anthem without fidgeting too much, and really get quiet when the opening commences (if they paid a bit more attention to themselves, they’d probably hear their heart beating!). They sit with rapt attention throughout the movie, get shocked like hell when the interval comes up (like as if something’s taken away from them!), and watch the movie till the end credits roll out! Sadly, due to the types of people mentioned above, this type is rare to find, if not hard!

Of course there are mannnny sorts of movie goers, each one of them different from the other… Every theatre has its tribe! If I've missed any, its not that I am biased or something, its just that I haven't seem to have come across them..and even if I have come across different categories of moviegoers apart from those mentioned, they'd be far too irrelevant to remember!

Oh, the trials and tribulations of enjoying a good movie!!!!

P.S.: Never trust movie ‘critics’ and ratings…If you like it, go see it… If you don’t, then don’t see it… Critics are people who can’t bear to see a bar of chocolate in your hands. People who cannot do things that you are most capable of doing…. Movie reviewers are fine, but self proclaimed critics… hmm… Evanesco!!

Reality

Life comes to you, smacks a slap right into your face & says ' this is reality, deal with it'. You realise that there are some things that aren't meant to be. But some things are. You may cry over them & even chase them till it gets bored of you.then it forgets you. then your insides are crushed trying 2 forget it. You turn weak, & then you turn into a pawn. Then u wither away. All because reality painted a different picture on ur wall.But....

You have a choice...

Stay where you are, let others define your non-existent life. Be jealous. Be envious. Screw it up more.

or
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Do what has to be done.... to reclaim everything you lost and are losing...

It can be done... It should be done...

Crushed, to heal....

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal... they prick you like a zillion pins everyday and u wonder why. And then you start to know.

You know where you screwed up.

Prequel:

You realise that people will never say things on your face, inspite of you telling people "Its OK...please do". Because, they 'feel' they'll hurt you. You can not take the criticism. You get depressed. You start believing that you are a nobody.

People say you are outta your senses. They think you act like this just to act 'cool' and 'different' and 'weird' coz the whole world admires paraniod people. They said Kurt Cobain was paraniod...I don't know him, and have not even tried to decipher his songs to find out if he was a genius, but I know he was great. Coz you just know sometimes.

People disown you coz you are you. They go "Omigod, why do I have to put up with this preachy ass-clown now?".... or "Eeesh... GO AWAY"...

Angst creeps in.

You see more thorns on a rose than the rose itself.

You fail to see the donut, except its hole.

The Bosses screw you everyday.

You can't get anythin' right.

Then you get more depressed. You wonder why. You laugh when you can, you cry when you can. Then what's bugging you.

Then this entire cycle happens once more.

Cut to the Present:
You are numb... numb..numb...

you sing in ur mind-
"There's no lifetime without you...
You'd be dead if they caught you..."

There's no such song like that...you just make it up and sing.

" Put a gun against your head,
man, it feels cold...
there's no trigger, red..
coz there's no gun..."

You look around where the gun is.. why does it seem so real when you were just singing about it?

Then, you find the gun...but you find the bullets instead...

you ask," why should the gun be flogged when actually the bullet kills..."

you lie back again... there's still somethin against your head... now its against your whole body...

A trillion pins all at once... pierce you... echoing through your body...

A rush of blood...

And then you wake up....

And then you know....

Where it all began...

It began with you...It shall end with you...

Coz you scarred yourself and let paranoia take over...

Now you are free... the scars won't heal.

You'll never see them... you'll always feel them...

regret, you won't... you musn't.

Coz if it weren't for the scars, you would have never written this...

Let the world run how it is supposed to... It has its justifications.

Perception is reality.Reality is defined by what you dream of. Dream to know why the scars happened and get over it....

And then you wake up again... and realize

you just dreamt of a dream that you had a dream...

The answer always lies in our dreams, our thoughts... You don't require sleep to dream nor a reason to think...

When in doubt, Just do it!

**An anthithesis of a bad nightmare is a good dream**

What is F1???

My friend, Nash, asked me, 'What is F1?' pointing out to the fact that the interest in F1 seems to be on the wane and we seem to be forgetting about it..

I would normally have given a reply which could be forgotten, like"It's a sport yaar..." etc etc...

But then, I asked myself again, " What is F1?"... and thus began a quest to define the sport in my own words...

Let's begin with its history...
Europe! That seems to be the place everything began... be it cricket or the Industrial revolution...Europe was the most 'happening place' in the olden era.

It seems that there were some guys who liked to drive, but were too scared that they wouldn't be liked to be called as a 'chauffeur' for the rest of their lives. Thus they

devised an ingenious plan, which assured them a high status in the higher snobbish European society. They planned to have a championship for racing.They sold it so beautifully to their society, thus giving roots for marketing in F1, something which Bernie Ecclestone( he will be explained later) silently thanks for in his prayers, before going to bed!

But what is the "Formula"???
Well, at that time, there were many games which had 'rules'. For racing, as it was gonna be sophisticated,they were finding another term for 'rules' instead of 'rules'. As the game of Cricket was invented long back, the inventors of cricket smartly decided to use the word 'Laws of cricket' instead of 'rules of cricket'. So, as they were at their wits' end to find a sophisticated term, there was some kid who asked," what's the formula for finding he volume of a cube??". No one knows whether the kid was answered back, 'coz all were jumping with excitement over discovering the term they wanted. The Kid was forgotten in the annals of history, and hence no one remembers him...Just like How no one remembers how Bhuvan defeated the English as per the movie Lagaan!

Anyways, excited over the discovery, The Fédération Internationale de l'Automobile (FIA, founded in 1904, but relevant since 1940s) mobilized everything they could get and standardized a set of rules, which till date are changed every year.

Over the years, Formula racing became a term that refers to various forms of open wheeled single seater motorsport, Formula One, indicates that it is intended to be the most advanced and most competitive of the FIA's racing formula.

Bernie Ecclestone, Who?
Bernie Ecclestone a.k.a 'F1 Supremo' is the president and CEO of Formula One Management and Formula One Administration. In short, he unoficially owns F1.

Controversy does surround him, but then which celebrity isn't a victim of controversy. His business aptitude made F1 into a billion dollar industry today! Many say that he lacks vision for the future... hmm, strange to say for a man who actually saw the future in the past!

So What is the sport?
A Formula One Grand Prix (pronounced as 'pree' and not 'pricks', you ignorant wannabes!) event spans a weekend, beginning with two free practice sessions on Friday (except in Monaco, where Friday practices are moved to Thursday), and one free practice on Saturday. This is to ensure that the drivers do not make fools of themselves on race day by not 'knowing' the car well.

Additional drivers (commonly known as third drivers, deemed good enough to be in the team but bad enough to actually race) are allowed to run on Fridays, but only two cars may be used per team, requiring a race driver to give up their seat. Thus the 3rd driver serves as a guinea pig; a fall guy, to ensure the best driver doesn't screw up on race day.

A Qualifying session is held after the last free practice session. This session determines the starting order for the race. The person who zigzags around the track in the fastest time possible will start the race in the front-called as the 'pole position'. The rules change every now and then. Just to ensure who starts at the beginning, teams waste all resources like fuel, time and money.

Can't they draw straws instead??

Well, no! 'Coz that is not what F1 racing is about..If it were, then no one would watch it!

Then D-Day comes on Sunday!
The race begins with a warm-up formation lap (its like when you were small and used to play cricket, you always asked for a trial ball when you came to bat...that way.)

After this, the cars assemble on the starting grid in the order they qualified. When seen from above, they are in a zigzag position... just like the bristles on a Colgate Zig-Zag toothbrush seen from the side.

They begin the race, they drive for the number of stipulated rounds around the track (each round is called a 'lap'). The person who manages to stay in front at the last lap of the race wins... Unless you are Mika Hakkinen who manages to lead an entire race, only to blow it up on the last lap and retire from the race (Spain 2001).

After the race, the top 3 finishers park their cars, head off to the podium and receive their trophies after the National anthems are played .They then spray Champagne on each other, and give whatever remains, to their pit crew, below the podium.

I haven't covered the entire set of rules and regulations as they are prone to changes every year. I recommend visiting http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Formula_One_regulations for a better explanation and http://www.formula1.com to know more about the wonderful sport of Formula One Racing!

Well, in a nutshell, apart from being a Function key on the computer keyboard, F1 is also a sport wherein sophisticated speed junkies called 'drivers' mindlessly drive their specially built cars around a tarmac (called a racing track) at various locations throughout the world throughout the year, guzzling oodles of fuel contributing to global warming, losing lots of weight, having no loo breaks in between, in a bid to achieve world supremacy, just to find himself under great pressure to defend it the next year, something which the crowd derives great pleasure from.

Thanks to Wikipedia.com for references. Hope I don't get shunned by our F1 community in Mumbai and hope they don't put a fatwa on me, banning me from all future F1 events for this piece...And Nash, I know you still love F1, esp. Kimi...Cheers!

The Autobiography of Death

The Autobiography of Death.

Hi...I am Death! I'm the guy that roams around with the sickle in a black suit and look like a distant cousin of the guy from the movie "Scream"(You know, the one that killed everyone in the movie, except the lead actress. Pity, he was human!)

I'm the guy that gently tells people," Hullo, you're next!", and they have to say this clichéd line-" You're the last guy I wanna meet/see!!"

So, how is it the way I am? Why do many people hate me? Why do some people love me? Why do some people think I have a lack of social life?

So, just to clear out all the clutter, I have decided to use Sudhir as my 'ghostwriter' and write my own autobiography.

I, Death, was 'born' in eternity. Some say I am 'God', but then, I preferred being called 'death'. There was two more who were there with me, all having equal strength...The eldest of all triplets, we decided to call 'God', and he would create everything. I called myself 'death' and would destroy everything. We were freaking confused as to what the middle one would do... So after thinking it over a nice cuppa, we decided that the middle one will be the link between the creator and the destroyer. But still, we were unsure what to call the middle one.

While we were brainstorming about his role, he quietly slipped outta the room and went out. Somehow, he decided to be on his own, coz he felt disillusioned with us.

Now, we were in a quandary. God created something out of reasons best known to him. But I couldn't destroy anything without reason. I mean, what benchmark was i gonna set?

One hand, God was just creating things, and on the other hand, I was just twiddling my fingers waiting to know when I was supposed to do something.

You see, when we got into all of this Universe creation and all, we decided to set some rules. One of them was "Everything happens for a reason". A corollary was also set-'For every action there's and equal and opposite reaction'[Screw you, Newton!! Uhh, well i did, didn't I? Snigger!!]

Then one day outta nowhere, the middle one came. Said He," See, I've got trees, abundant water, fresh air, green grass, colorful flowers....Ha! What’ve you got except your skull-like face?"[To be honest here, I did look scary...God was the best looker, followed by the middle one]

And then, outta sheer frustration, I took what my hand could find, and struck my brother. I felt power so great, that I now knew I was indestructible.... Not even the creator could stop me now... I was great!"

And then it dawned...I just struck my brother... He was not living...So what was he now? Even God couldn't figure it out. He seemed so...lifeless. Almost like as if he were sleeping without breathing! He was cold... the weather, which a moment ago was pleasant, had turned chilly.

"WHAT IS GOING ON???WHY ISN'T HE SPEAKING??"

I turned to look what I was holding,,, A sickle... I didn't even know it existed...

I had now started what I was here for.... I knew I didn't need a reason to do what ever I wanted... I was liberated from rules!

And this troubled God...said he, in a tone never heard before," Death, be not proud!"

Wasting no time, God started on what would become a mega creation... To keep me sane, and to prevent me from harming him. Of course, in my right mind I couldn't harm him, because apart from God, I had no one else now...

For the next 6 cycles of sunset, he created the most fascinating things. Things I wouldn't dream of. Things which God felt I couldn't harm because they were fascinating.

But God knew, when I killed the middle one, I had lost my last sense of attachment, and to fulfill my destiny, I could never be attached to anything-material or immaterial!

On the 7th cycle of sunset (known to this material world as 'day'), God seemed to ask himself endless questions...for the entire day, he was asking himself questions, some
I recall over hearing," Is this creation worth it?”, “Is this right?”, "What if it destroys itself?"...and hundreds and millions of questions. I was least bothered.

And finally, he came near me. Said he, “What happened to the middle one was sad. We had our rules in place, and I thought they were just, true and fair. But it took the middle one just a few moments to make you break them. You may have wronged in destroying him, but you were right too. There is no place for complacency and mistrust. If we are to become satisfied with what we have, how can we make ourselves better? The laws will state that Evolution is necessary...."

"And to be fair and just, I have decided..."

“Since when have you started to decide on things, God?"

“It is a path I choose... I choose to decide what is best for everything...It is my destiny....And as I was saying, I have decided, in all fairness, that the middle one be bought back..."

"NO CHANCE... “Screamed I, “His is mine!!!"

“.... he middle one will be bought back...in another form...He shall be the link between you and me. As long as he is there, so are you and me...because without him, our destinies can never be fulfilled!"

"Think again God, It is better to think it over again"

“Made up my mind, I have already. As my equal, I want you to be in this with me"

"So you are creating something, that will eventually be destroyed by me...and we fulfill both our destinies…”

"Yes...and no.....I was so hurt that my own blood had killed the other, I went into a wretched depression... This strange feeling, I had never felt. I did not create this feeling.
So what was it that was giving rise to this feeling? The law, I saw forth my vision,'For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction'. Then I knew it-'To get this depression out, I needed to counter it with something beautiful; Something that gave hope...Something like all my creations in the past 6 days.I have created something enchanting in the past 6 days, now I am getting tired. But, the memory of the middle one still remains and it is good that it will remain, because his existence wasn't the cause of the event that happened.; rather it was our inability to know what we had to let him know! It happened because of all of us, which eventually led us to our destinies
[Universal Law# whatever happens, happens for the best!] What better way to commemorate his existence than by letting him enjoy what we have worked hard for..."

"And of course, dear death, I know that you will not part with his soul. So, I decided to create a being today...Someone, who will be a link between us, and who shall enjoy the creations...in memory"

"A being??? That will be highly impossible to create!!!” spoke I...

“Nothing is impossible if you have your heart and mind to do it...I have created him... I shall henceforth call him 'Adamanushya'. He shall be known as 'Adam' to some, 'Manushya' to some...or just 'Man'.

"And if your creation is an action, what is its opposite?"

"That, too, shall come"

It turns out that God created Man and let him loose on earth(his major creation!), but had rules so stringent, that he wouldn't go our brother's way.

His opposite creation was called a 'Woman'/'Streeve'. And then chaos began, which is well documented by all scriptures.

Man went on and created things of his own... He created bad things and he created good things. I wasn't complaining, because I went on fulfilling my destiny.

For each creation of God, there was my destruction. No sooner a baby was born, than I took away the life of its old neighbour. It went on and on and on...

One day, God came up to me and asked," Eons have passed... my creations are slowly dwindling."

"Hmm...I know"

"Death, I see that people have also taken to killing each other.."

"Don't say I didn't warn you", I remarked...

"No...my purpose of asking you this is, what about those whose destinies were left unfulfilled just because someone decided to fulfill theirs? Do they not deserve a chance to do what they have to?"

And after endless deliberation, we finally decided this:
-Living beings will only be bought back to Life under special circumstances, immediately after death
-Introducing a concept of 'reincarnation', wherein after the death of a person, his/her soul would be given an other special chance to do what is needed to fulfill their destinies.

At first it seemed to be weird, but then we got the hang of it...

Time passed, people came and went...The souls of the good were sent to the heavens while those of the bad were sent to hell. Lucifer, in all his evilness, made sure that he
had the highest number of souls in his kingdom of Hell. But, I wasn't bothered...my duties involved no attachment to either God or Lucifer. I was on my own, deciding who
should return back to life, who should be reincarnated or just whose life should end. With this great power came great responsibilities, something which Stan Lee of
Spiderman fame made it more famous.

Umpteen poems, couplets and prose have been written on me. Each one glorifying me, or criticizing me; being scared of me or not being scared of me...and even writings which were untrue to many-an-extent!

I am not who you think I am...Just because I am associated with taking something beautiful like life doesn’t mean I am a misanthrope...

Just because I look less handsome doesn't mean I am evil

I have no feelings because I am not attached to anything...

You may say, if I don't care about how people feel for me, why write this?

It is because Sudhir had nothing to do on a Sunday, and wondered whom to bore the blazes out of someone....!

It’s funny how he approached me.... He asked me 'what do you know about the relation between 45, Corpus Christi, Basker-Phoenix and 1:34???'

Hmmm...We never got to answering that, but we sure did write about me...

So, there it is... My journey so far....my quotidian work...As long as people exist; life of any sort exists; I fulfill my destiny. I need life more than anyone...Without it, I am as good as non-existent. With people killing among themselves, with the earth not able to sustain itself for long, and with the bleak future that threatens to continue… when I shall take the last life on earth, where will I turn to? With no earth left, where will I send the reincarnated? God will make newer creations elsewhere, but I am worried if I get attached to planet earth...because, when I see people not having a proper direction in their lives, when they are waiting for me to take over them, I see the Middle One in each one of them...

This is the Life of Death...

Mea Vulnerabilis

Mea Vulnerabilis, thy will not become an anthem,
I have showcased you my susceptibility...
I feel hatred towards love...
Why do I do what I don't want to do...
Why do I feel empty despite having a full head....
Why do I stutter despite not saying anything?
Why does the sky fall even if i have held it up with everythin I have?
Why do people call themselves people?
Why are we who we are?
All of this causes me harm....
I run and run and run and run...
I stay rooted to where I am...
I find myself in another place...
I am dead, yet breathing...
My heart beats, yet my pulse doesn't...
I hear things, feel things, see things...
But they don't exist...
I feel I am insane,
Yet my sanity is still there...
I can see...what I have got myself into..
Played into the hands of Vulnerability...
No prayers can get you out...nor me
except.....
The Anthem of Mea Vulnerabilis...
Know what is to be known, Learn what is to be learnt...
Thus, The Hanged Man's efforts never went in vain...
Because He wanted it, and after death he did,
and he went on to live even after his death...
It is difficult to know where Yggdrasil is for me...
But I know, It is there for me...

What is needed to be known...

Why does a tear fall when I cry?
Why does my heart beat?
Why does it not stop?
Why do my eyes frown when I am tense?
Why does my heart become sad when I become sad?
Why, in all loneliness, I think...I think too much only to think more...
Why do people think like they do?
Why do I think about people and the way they think?
Why do i type now and think about people and think how they think?
Why am I confusing you?
Why am I confusing myself in confusing you?
Why are you reading this?
Why are you here?
What if you weren't here?
What if you were someplace else?
What if you were someone else?
What if that other person, who was you, wasn't you?
Would you be you?
So, I've proved, from the above... I feel for you, I'd cry for you, My heart would beat for you, I would be tense for you, so that you wouldn't be anyone else than YOU!
Thanks for being who you are and comin into my life....
Who is it, you may ask?
That person knows....maybe...
But I know that person will read this...
And ask, 'what's gotten into you?? '
And then I shall answer....
I shall answer the question...
But 1st, I need to be asked this question by that person only...
So that I know...
So that I know...
What is needed to be known.

Why do the righteous suffer?

Why do the righteous suffer?
Before you answer this question, ask yourself first - How do you define 'righteous'?
Many references and dictionaries later, I concluded thus-A morally justified person.
So, why does a 'morally justified person', who obeys all the rules and treatises laid down by religion or law of the land, suffer?
Why does a friend, who amongst us is the most religious, has to suffer and see his mom pass away because of some one else's bêtise?
Why does a person,a priest at that, has to suffer and see his son die before him and he cannot do anything?
Why does a person, who has blind faith in God, has to see his family break down in front of him?
Why does a person, who is involved in charity and healing the sick, has to bear the suffering of losing love when it matters the most for him?
What about a person who sacrifices his whole life for his family, but is kicked on his backside when he asks his kin for support in old age?
What about a person who has never got the love required from another person(who should have actually done so), and now that other person behaves in the worst possible manner with them?
Where is religion when it fails to hear the screams of the needy?
Where is Law during times of injustice?
With these instances, I do not wish to highlight and gain your sympathy for them... coz I don't want you to think that I am just making these up....
The more I delve into these lives,I seem to ask myself...Why does God wanna do things like this? Is he trying to act like a bully? Stan Lee has remarked," With great power comes great responsibility"...Never a truer line of course...so is God acting irresponsibly?
I would like to bring up a case,which you may argue till times' end...
Someone's close relative passed away.... It was death through suffering. On the day of the condolence meet, people said,"...Maybe (the close relative) is up with God and looking down at us right now..."; "...Maybe God willed it so because he was testing you,and the strong person that you are, you will probably fet through this"
Hmmm...I ask...So if the person was less strong, would the relative have lived on? What proof exists that the person is upp there next to God??
There's one school of thought that says "If you sin, you are punished"...So, why have the people ,mentioned above and who definately would have sinned far,far less than your average crooked person, to suffer more than the crooked person, who probably is raking in and enjoying his life to the max? If God decided to punish the righteous just because they may have committed a sin,that too maybe unknowingly, then isn't God trying to prove that he is the biggest bully? Coz he knows he can control the righteous, but not the persistent sinners. Some will say that after their life, their souls will be punished..Ok...Any proof?
So, WTF God thinks he(?) is???
Ok,let's see this from God's perspective.... Imagine you are God...So, why would you do the above things?
For the kicks?
Why do you do something to others that you won't do to yourself?
Hmm...ok, let's play a game...you answer my question taking everything I have said above into account. I would love to hear your views on the same.Once we get on exchanging ideas, we can help us understand each other. You can give me your views-Whatever they are!
Cheers!

Have you ever...?

Have you ever got an evil, malevolent thought?
For eg, when you wished ill of a person without ever realizing it?
If you have realized it, then that makes it more significant...
Why is it that we say something and then regret we said it later? Coz, we have already said it,right?
How can we take something back which can't be taken back?
Normally, We all try to be as good as possible...But when a moment comes that our mouth works faster than our minds, all that 'trying to be good' thing comes to a null.
We will curse people....curse them that either they slip on a banana peel or just curse them the worst.When it comes true, the emotional reaction you show determines what type a person you are.
Agreed that this is all subjective, and may not apply to everyone.
I will not continue this further as I don't know what the solution is.
For those who I may have inadvertently said these things, I do not ask for forgiveness.Saying sorry has lost its meaning a long time ago.
Only Hope, that things turn out well...for everyone concerned.
As far as people against me are concerned,I have forgiven everyone except a ménage. And only The Spirit Time knows the reason why...

Day out....

Watched Batman: The Dark Knight on August 2. Wonderful movie, I must say. The beautiful manner in which the dark side of human psyche and mind games has been portrayed has to be commended. Lines like, “Why so serious?”, “If you are good at something, never do it for free” (Said by none other than the Joker…) make you think. Of course there are many lines that make you wonder… Ponder…think…
***Spoiler Warning here***
One of the best examples of understanding the human psyche is towards the end; There are 2 ships-One filled with prisoners and the other with civilians. On each ship is a detonator for the other ship. The Joker announces the same, and says that if one ship blows up the other, that ship will be spared. But, by 12 am, if neither blows up the other, He shall blow both of them. What happens later…Watch the movie! Total Paisa Vasool...
But really… a wonderful illustration of the Game Theory. Economics majors + Batman Freaks, rejoice!
And ya, a wonderful dialogue against someone who is in a solemn mood… “Why so serious?”

Whilst I was watching the movie, I really couldn’t help but wonder…Why don’t people keep their mobiles on silent or vibrate mode? Why is it that when some character is in the midst of delivering a great dialogue and someone’s mobile blares out a Himesh Reshammiya ringtone!!! As if the conventional Nokia mono ringtones weren’t bad enough!! These people are so illiterate to use the mobile phone. Agreed, no one fully is, but still at least keep the cell on vibrate or silent!!!!!!

The Starcity Theatre at Dadar/Matunga is nice. Sofa seats for Rs 80(morning show) and Rs 120(subsequent shows). They’re comfortable to sit in, but the headrest could do with some improvement. But its definitely better than shelling out Rs 700 at Metro…

We watched the Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor after Batman. But any movie after watching Batman would seem so nullah, especially when it comes to the action scenes and dialogues.

Went to Worli Sea face for the 1st time in my life! And boy, it’s really a nice place. The sea seems so much nearer. The clouds were wonderfully organized, without a hint of being contrived. The Sea wanted to kiss the shore… But each time it tried, it was restrained by the father-like rocks, who stood between the sea and the shore. It tried, it really did. But as we were leaving, I felt a tinge of happiness that if not tonight, the sea shall definitely kiss the shore by overcoming the noncompliant rocks. Neither one was evil here nor was anyone good. Each one doing what they were supposed to do. And, even if the ocean fails trying, the rocks can never stop the ocean from becoming rain and falling directly on the shore.

The day ended so fast… 24 Hours… It seems to run so fast, does Father Time. What remains is memories of watching some delightful things- be it a movie or the sea or just the wonderful chatoyant sky which seems so lifeless and colourless at first, but iridescent as you watch it more.