Since its been long that I posted here and couldn't find a better topic to discuss (you know about my job and all), I decided to share a video here that really touched me!!
Do check out other videos of this guy too, once the video ends, especially the one where he breaks up with his girlfriend.
"This is not meant to be offensive whatsoever."
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Live it, Learn it
Honestly, I’ve run out of topics now. I don’t go out, I don’t watch TV, I don’t go for movies, working out is out of question and I have stopped reading completely. Usually that happens when you’ve broken up with someone. I happened to have got a job!!
This unfortunate incident happened the day I came back from Vrindavan(okay, Bubu and I went to Vrindavan again for the weekend early this month, but certain things that happened there are not commercially viable, so would keep at that) and received a call from some consultant informing me about a post open at Kotak Mahindra Bank. I didn’t care about the post, I was more concerned about the brand name, and went for the interview that very day. A few questions later(which to my surprise, came to know were all true), I was hired and told that I wont be on the bank’s payroll. I didn’t care again. Now, I am suffering.
Vandana, a dear friend of mine(clearly overstating ‘dear friend’), who got through in JP Morgan told me, these days banks do not employ plain graduates, they outsource the work to consultancies and therefore, no graduate is on the bank’s payroll. Which means, there would be no Offer letter from the bank, but from the consultancy. Now this’ something I fail to understand, will a graduate who thrives on his credit card for ‘impulse purchases’ and knows Grana Padano is not a car actually require a job with a bank that barely pays his monthly expenditure? We all join somewhere post-graduation for the name, the experience to show in our CV, but if we have to write we worked for some consultancy who served at a bank, what purpose does that serve us anyway?
I gave myself a deadline, a month here and I’m joining some course that will land me in a bank/company’s payroll. I never got to understand why I was never interested to do what others were/are still doing, MBA. A few of us don’t even know the full-form and want to do it!! Coming back to the topic, which I now realized I haven’t set in this post, I now declare myself satisfied with life. I have stopped complaining, I’m working, have an aim in life, I want to study, and it’s the first time I have told myself that in my 21 years old pathetic life.
Relationship side, it’s the same old story. But then, we get to read ‘happily ever after’s only in books, don’t we?
Job: Credit Processing Associate(CPA), Business Loans, Kotak Mahindra
Occupational Hazard: Sore eyes and continuous approvals from parents(even to not coming back home at nights).
This unfortunate incident happened the day I came back from Vrindavan(okay, Bubu and I went to Vrindavan again for the weekend early this month, but certain things that happened there are not commercially viable, so would keep at that) and received a call from some consultant informing me about a post open at Kotak Mahindra Bank. I didn’t care about the post, I was more concerned about the brand name, and went for the interview that very day. A few questions later(which to my surprise, came to know were all true), I was hired and told that I wont be on the bank’s payroll. I didn’t care again. Now, I am suffering.
Vandana, a dear friend of mine(clearly overstating ‘dear friend’), who got through in JP Morgan told me, these days banks do not employ plain graduates, they outsource the work to consultancies and therefore, no graduate is on the bank’s payroll. Which means, there would be no Offer letter from the bank, but from the consultancy. Now this’ something I fail to understand, will a graduate who thrives on his credit card for ‘impulse purchases’ and knows Grana Padano is not a car actually require a job with a bank that barely pays his monthly expenditure? We all join somewhere post-graduation for the name, the experience to show in our CV, but if we have to write we worked for some consultancy who served at a bank, what purpose does that serve us anyway?
I gave myself a deadline, a month here and I’m joining some course that will land me in a bank/company’s payroll. I never got to understand why I was never interested to do what others were/are still doing, MBA. A few of us don’t even know the full-form and want to do it!! Coming back to the topic, which I now realized I haven’t set in this post, I now declare myself satisfied with life. I have stopped complaining, I’m working, have an aim in life, I want to study, and it’s the first time I have told myself that in my 21 years old pathetic life.
Relationship side, it’s the same old story. But then, we get to read ‘happily ever after’s only in books, don’t we?
Job: Credit Processing Associate(CPA), Business Loans, Kotak Mahindra
Occupational Hazard: Sore eyes and continuous approvals from parents(even to not coming back home at nights).
Friday, September 5, 2008
My first title-less post! (Ashamed)
Okay, I'll own up to it. And I can't believe what I'm about to do. Well, I couldn't believe what I was about to do when I was about to do it....... God, I'm more confused myself. I got my chest and legs waxed. Period.
I don't know how people are going to perceive me from now on, but I took it quite well, the pain I mean... in quite a pansy way, though. I again went to my only neighbourhood salon, Cleopatra and asked if they did it for men. They answered in the affirmative, but on enquiring further, they told me they did not have any male practitioners. Surprised, I decided to give it a try anyway.
The change came in me when I went to a party last Saturday night and saw my love interest looking at the shaved/naturally smooth, built bodies dancing around. Okay, I'm overstating the "looking" part, but I only thought to myself, if I don't try it now, I might never find out what hours at the gym has fetched me so far, if anything at all. And since Cleopatra was giving me 5 sessions for the payment of 3, my not-so-good business mind stopped working then and there.
The session began with my chest. And so did my 'ooh's and 'aaahh's. I knew it would be painful, but never thought the definition of "painful" would have to be so vast, not to forget, the burning sensation after each pull. "Ladko ko kya problem hai, ladkiya to aaraam se karwa leti hain",(What is it with Men, Women take it so easily) , They ended soon only to tell me the person who does the lower body was unavailable, which meant I had to come back again the next day and go through the gruelling session yet another time.
Day 2: With rashes all over my chest, I went to get a few more of them, this time on my legs. My Economics teacher from School(we called him 'Chattu', for his surname was Chatterji and we hated him, Happy Teachers' Day, Sir!) while explaining the definition of 'Utility' once asked us why we had to pay the barber for giving him our own hair strands. Similar was the case with me, just that I was exchanging hair strands for bumps all over my skin; very generous, yours lovingly, Cleopatra!!
The lower areas were more painful than the thigh portion, and this time, maybe due to a different practitioner, it wasn't that painful. And soon I figured, if done correctly, waxing isn't that bad an experience. And the fact that I had to come back again, to use up the 4 remaining sessions ofcourse, I was satisfied, my future with Cleopatra won't be so bleak. Now, 24 hours after waxing my legs, the rashes have subsided over the chest, my legs are still burning, I smell more of Lacto-calamine, moving naked around the house and every time my love interest calls for meeting up, I give some dumb excuse to not risk being seen this way.
So much for true love!
I don't know how people are going to perceive me from now on, but I took it quite well, the pain I mean... in quite a pansy way, though. I again went to my only neighbourhood salon, Cleopatra and asked if they did it for men. They answered in the affirmative, but on enquiring further, they told me they did not have any male practitioners. Surprised, I decided to give it a try anyway.
The change came in me when I went to a party last Saturday night and saw my love interest looking at the shaved/naturally smooth, built bodies dancing around. Okay, I'm overstating the "looking" part, but I only thought to myself, if I don't try it now, I might never find out what hours at the gym has fetched me so far, if anything at all. And since Cleopatra was giving me 5 sessions for the payment of 3, my not-so-good business mind stopped working then and there.
The session began with my chest. And so did my 'ooh's and 'aaahh's. I knew it would be painful, but never thought the definition of "painful" would have to be so vast, not to forget, the burning sensation after each pull. "Ladko ko kya problem hai, ladkiya to aaraam se karwa leti hain",(What is it with Men, Women take it so easily) , They ended soon only to tell me the person who does the lower body was unavailable, which meant I had to come back again the next day and go through the gruelling session yet another time.
Day 2: With rashes all over my chest, I went to get a few more of them, this time on my legs. My Economics teacher from School(we called him 'Chattu', for his surname was Chatterji and we hated him, Happy Teachers' Day, Sir!) while explaining the definition of 'Utility' once asked us why we had to pay the barber for giving him our own hair strands. Similar was the case with me, just that I was exchanging hair strands for bumps all over my skin; very generous, yours lovingly, Cleopatra!!
The lower areas were more painful than the thigh portion, and this time, maybe due to a different practitioner, it wasn't that painful. And soon I figured, if done correctly, waxing isn't that bad an experience. And the fact that I had to come back again, to use up the 4 remaining sessions ofcourse, I was satisfied, my future with Cleopatra won't be so bleak. Now, 24 hours after waxing my legs, the rashes have subsided over the chest, my legs are still burning, I smell more of Lacto-calamine, moving naked around the house and every time my love interest calls for meeting up, I give some dumb excuse to not risk being seen this way.
So much for true love!
Monday, August 4, 2008
Election time in US (HIGHLY RECOMMENDED)
It might come as a surprise to you, but I had no idea what Democrats and Republicans meant a few months ago. I'm a citizen of India and differentiating between Congress, UPA, CPM, BJP becomes difficult here. However, I always wondered who was a better candidate for President, Clinton or Obama, or the Caucasian version of Sharad Pawar called John McCain(I am referring to the swollen face common in both of them).
Anyway, I came across this really funny video, a musical satire of the situation in America and the upcoming presidential election.
Enjoy..
Anyway, I came across this really funny video, a musical satire of the situation in America and the upcoming presidential election.
Enjoy..
Thursday, July 24, 2008
My first mard-ko-dard-nahi-hota Pedicure
Translation: My first boys-don't-cry Pedicure
On 23rd evening, I was in two minds: whether to think of Bubu's present(it was his birthday next day and I had not decided on what I was going to gift him yet) or to get myself a pedicure.
Remembering how my professor once explained of losing her toe nail to bacteria (or maybe fungus, don't remember) after dirt got stuck inside the nail for a long time, I decided to give myself a nice cleaning up.
I called up my neighbourhood spa, Cleopatra(Ah, what name!) and asked if they could accommodate me in their busy schedule. They agreed. Sylvia (name changed to protect identity) attended me to a plush chair with a wash basin on the floor. I'd be honest, it wasn't my first time, but since my last pedicure was way before the Nuclear deal had surfaced the news channels, I found myself re-virginised to the entire experience.
The procedure began with the usual nail clipping and then something to do with a thing she named a filer.
Quite erry, I decided to use my "This' my first time, please be a bit gentle" line, she obliged saying something in a chinky accent I didn't quite understand(I'm not racist, its just the way the mongoloids speak). She repeated again, this time more clearly, "Sir, you have in-grown nails, it might cause you some discomfort cleaning the interiors", and she started digging in. Now, being from the adam's family, one has to keep his calm and act as if nothing can give you enough pain to make you cry like a blonde lady, or so has been taught to us by the society since childhood. So I kept myself appearing normal, which was more excruciating than the pain itself.
She finally ended her excavation with a cream, cuticle removing and hot water dip, later followed by a foot massage and surprisingly, it did take away all the tension off my feet. They looked fresh and smelled great, which my dog appreciated too, by licking them all over!!
With my nails still feeling like I just clipped them, even after 3 days since that agonising pedicure happened, I have pledged to myself on never depending on anybody to clip my nails. You could have tears drop down your eyes while getting stitches from a doctor, you can't give away any clue you're feeling hurt from a pedicure!!
On 23rd evening, I was in two minds: whether to think of Bubu's present(it was his birthday next day and I had not decided on what I was going to gift him yet) or to get myself a pedicure.
Remembering how my professor once explained of losing her toe nail to bacteria (or maybe fungus, don't remember) after dirt got stuck inside the nail for a long time, I decided to give myself a nice cleaning up.
I called up my neighbourhood spa, Cleopatra(Ah, what name!) and asked if they could accommodate me in their busy schedule. They agreed. Sylvia (name changed to protect identity) attended me to a plush chair with a wash basin on the floor. I'd be honest, it wasn't my first time, but since my last pedicure was way before the Nuclear deal had surfaced the news channels, I found myself re-virginised to the entire experience.
The procedure began with the usual nail clipping and then something to do with a thing she named a filer.
Quite erry, I decided to use my "This' my first time, please be a bit gentle" line, she obliged saying something in a chinky accent I didn't quite understand(I'm not racist, its just the way the mongoloids speak). She repeated again, this time more clearly, "Sir, you have in-grown nails, it might cause you some discomfort cleaning the interiors", and she started digging in. Now, being from the adam's family, one has to keep his calm and act as if nothing can give you enough pain to make you cry like a blonde lady, or so has been taught to us by the society since childhood. So I kept myself appearing normal, which was more excruciating than the pain itself.
She finally ended her excavation with a cream, cuticle removing and hot water dip, later followed by a foot massage and surprisingly, it did take away all the tension off my feet. They looked fresh and smelled great, which my dog appreciated too, by licking them all over!!
With my nails still feeling like I just clipped them, even after 3 days since that agonising pedicure happened, I have pledged to myself on never depending on anybody to clip my nails. You could have tears drop down your eyes while getting stitches from a doctor, you can't give away any clue you're feeling hurt from a pedicure!!
Friday, July 4, 2008
The long.. long trip!
After writing the last post on 21st morning, at exactly 3:40 am IST Bubu messages, "r u up?", I replied, and he called me to google on certain destinations.
By 5 am, we had rescheduled our entire plan, on the day we were supposed to leave on our pre-planned 7 days' trip. Now we'd be on a 18 days' trip visiting 4 states and 9 destinations, as against 3 states and 4 destinations. So we started our journey with Bubu's liver hurting and both of us sleepy from Bandra station for Delhi. (Refer map!)
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The ride on Garib Rath is not worth describing, our "sense of humour" is! It did attract a few people on-board, but somewhere between Kota and Bharatpur, Bubu and I had a spat over a stupid issue. And we both thought to ourselves, its just the first day! Anyway, we reached Delhi 2 hours late next day, with eyes hurting from staying awake for the last 51 hours(18+2 hours journey included).
After savouring all the Cholé-Bhaturé, Roshan da Falooda, Aloo tikki, Chandni Chowk, Dilli da
hard water and hot weather for 3 days, we left for Jaipur on 25th.
It took us 6 hours, two bad stomachs and a banana to reach Jaipur after which we were desperately looking for good, hygienic food. Since we had heard a lot about Hotel Mansingh in Jaipur, and considering the fact that its one of the finest hotels in India (with a few stars), we assumed the buffet table would be as rich as Marriott's in Mumbai. Hungry, and to our surprise, the hotel didn't even have clean dishes, all the vegetable dishes had only two vegetables, beans and carrots all over and the only eggless desserts we could find were "Assorted Indian sweets". We were disgusted that we were to pay Rs. 990+Taxes per person for something so sub-standard. But seeing the Royal blood of Jaipur compliment the chef for his "excellence" at the other table, Bubu stood up, asked for the Manager and gave him a piece of his mind.
Our next stop in Jaipur the day after was Radha-Govindji and Radha-Damodar, Jantar Mantar and authentic Rajasthani food. Jaipur, in all was a delight, especially Govindji Mandir, which made my eyes go watery for a reason only known to me.
We bid Jaipur goodbye that night and left for Udaipur from where we were to catch a bus to Nathdwara, the land of Shreenathji's. Once there, we came to know of the amazing Maha-prasad offered to Krishna that can be bought outside the temple gates every day at throw-away prices . We relished the prasad made from pure ghee/devotion. The two days' pleasant stay at Nathdwara made us more active and enthusiastic for the rest of the trip, because coming next was Vrindavan, Bubu's real Home(spiritually) which I was looking forward to too. So, we went back to Udaipur and got on a train for Mathura. All excited(in a very indescribable way), we reached Mathura Jn. early morning next day and headed for Vrindavan immidiately.
Though I was a bit too tempted to click pictures of the beautiful town, with rich history about Radha-Krishna and the brilliant aarti ceremony at Iskcon (not to forget the most beautiful deity of Radharani I saw in my life), but on Bubu's strict commands, I didn't do so. "Let Vrindavan remain in Vrindavan". The visit to Radha Kund and Aindra Prabhu's Kirtan was heart-filling, and when the day had come to leave for Delhi, we only wished we had planned on spending some more time in Vrindavan.
We reached Delhi on 1st July (2.5 hours drive from Mathura), and went back to the same hotel with cheap rooms as we were there barely for 12 hours and had to catch a train 6:30 next morning for Puri. Jagannath Rath Yatra was our focus.
By that time, both of us had grown home-sick and weren't willing to commute the 30 something hours all the way to Bhubaneshwar and then take a bus to Puri, later back to Mumbai again commuting 30 something hours train journey again. But, we still packed our bags, paid good tip to the concierge(if I can use that word for the cheap hotel boys there) and left for New Delhi station.
"Puri Express 6:30am CANCELLED"
Bubu: "What?"
Me: "This can't be happening."
Bubu: "Go ask the Enquiry counter what we're supposed to do now...... or else, lets just go back to Bombay."
Me: "No, Wait, let me check."
The Enquiry counter later informed us the train was cancelled 3-4 days ago and the entire money would be refunded.
Content, we left for the airport, happy(and surprised that we were happy), only to realise the clothes we wore weren't very appropriate for an air travel, so we stopped our auto rickshaw, got a few good clothes out and somewhere between PVR and Central Park, started changing into them in the middle of the roads of Delhi.
"LETS GO"
We took a direct flight back to Mumbai, where we can survive without Chandni Chowk, Narula's, Cholé bhaturé or the "assorted Indian sweets", and the green autos without their fare-meters working. We found ourselves a bit attached to the trip but thought maybe God cut short our trip for our best interest, even though we really wanted to see the Rath yatra. I still wish to go back to Vrindavan sometime soon, its on Bubu now, if he would ever plan on his next trip with me.
By 5 am, we had rescheduled our entire plan, on the day we were supposed to leave on our pre-planned 7 days' trip. Now we'd be on a 18 days' trip visiting 4 states and 9 destinations, as against 3 states and 4 destinations. So we started our journey with Bubu's liver hurting and both of us sleepy from Bandra station for Delhi. (Refer map!)
View Larger Map
The ride on Garib Rath is not worth describing, our "sense of humour" is! It did attract a few people on-board, but somewhere between Kota and Bharatpur, Bubu and I had a spat over a stupid issue. And we both thought to ourselves, its just the first day! Anyway, we reached Delhi 2 hours late next day, with eyes hurting from staying awake for the last 51 hours(18+2 hours journey included).
After savouring all the Cholé-Bhaturé, Roshan da Falooda, Aloo tikki, Chandni Chowk, Dilli da
hard water and hot weather for 3 days, we left for Jaipur on 25th.It took us 6 hours, two bad stomachs and a banana to reach Jaipur after which we were desperately looking for good, hygienic food. Since we had heard a lot about Hotel Mansingh in Jaipur, and considering the fact that its one of the finest hotels in India (with a few stars), we assumed the buffet table would be as rich as Marriott's in Mumbai. Hungry, and to our surprise, the hotel didn't even have clean dishes, all the vegetable dishes had only two vegetables, beans and carrots all over and the only eggless desserts we could find were "Assorted Indian sweets". We were disgusted that we were to pay Rs. 990+Taxes per person for something so sub-standard. But seeing the Royal blood of Jaipur compliment the chef for his "excellence" at the other table, Bubu stood up, asked for the Manager and gave him a piece of his mind.
Our next stop in Jaipur the day after was Radha-Govindji and Radha-Damodar, Jantar Mantar and authentic Rajasthani food. Jaipur, in all was a delight, especially Govindji Mandir, which made my eyes go watery for a reason only known to me.We bid Jaipur goodbye that night and left for Udaipur from where we were to catch a bus to Nathdwara, the land of Shreenathji's. Once there, we came to know of the amazing Maha-prasad offered to Krishna that can be bought outside the temple gates every day at throw-away prices . We relished the prasad made from pure ghee/devotion. The two days' pleasant stay at Nathdwara made us more active and enthusiastic for the rest of the trip, because coming next was Vrindavan, Bubu's real Home(spiritually) which I was looking forward to too. So, we went back to Udaipur and got on a train for Mathura. All excited(in a very indescribable way), we reached Mathura Jn. early morning next day and headed for Vrindavan immidiately.
Though I was a bit too tempted to click pictures of the beautiful town, with rich history about Radha-Krishna and the brilliant aarti ceremony at Iskcon (not to forget the most beautiful deity of Radharani I saw in my life), but on Bubu's strict commands, I didn't do so. "Let Vrindavan remain in Vrindavan". The visit to Radha Kund and Aindra Prabhu's Kirtan was heart-filling, and when the day had come to leave for Delhi, we only wished we had planned on spending some more time in Vrindavan.
We reached Delhi on 1st July (2.5 hours drive from Mathura), and went back to the same hotel with cheap rooms as we were there barely for 12 hours and had to catch a train 6:30 next morning for Puri. Jagannath Rath Yatra was our focus.
By that time, both of us had grown home-sick and weren't willing to commute the 30 something hours all the way to Bhubaneshwar and then take a bus to Puri, later back to Mumbai again commuting 30 something hours train journey again. But, we still packed our bags, paid good tip to the concierge(if I can use that word for the cheap hotel boys there) and left for New Delhi station.
"Puri Express 6:30am CANCELLED"
Bubu: "What?"
Me: "This can't be happening."
Bubu: "Go ask the Enquiry counter what we're supposed to do now...... or else, lets just go back to Bombay."
Me: "No, Wait, let me check."
The Enquiry counter later informed us the train was cancelled 3-4 days ago and the entire money would be refunded.
Content, we left for the airport, happy(and surprised that we were happy), only to realise the clothes we wore weren't very appropriate for an air travel, so we stopped our auto rickshaw, got a few good clothes out and somewhere between PVR and Central Park, started changing into them in the middle of the roads of Delhi.
"LETS GO"
We took a direct flight back to Mumbai, where we can survive without Chandni Chowk, Narula's, Cholé bhaturé or the "assorted Indian sweets", and the green autos without their fare-meters working. We found ourselves a bit attached to the trip but thought maybe God cut short our trip for our best interest, even though we really wanted to see the Rath yatra. I still wish to go back to Vrindavan sometime soon, its on Bubu now, if he would ever plan on his next trip with me.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Deciphering "..."
With my tickets for Delhi confirmed(in 'Garib' 'Rath' for tomorrow) and kept for days and my shopping not at all complete for days, I went on a low-carbs-high-shopping diet today. Especially after seeing Bubu(my partner for the trip) fall sick to a liver problem, I started ignoring all the street-side food stalls, and kept my eyes open to find something good. All in vein(that is, I ended up eating all trash and didn't buy anything for myself), I went to my someone's place and the person in particular made wonderful dinner, after which I helped here and there. "Someone" has been mentioned in my second post and as I'd said, we had not exchanged those three golden words clearly yet. However, after some realisation that Bubu had packed all his belongings and had already hit the sack, and I had the entire packing to do and catch up on some sleep too, to prepare myself for the 18 hours journey, I decided to leave.
Once out, I received a text from my someone which read "..."! Now I remember when I'd said 'I love you' in a very careless way, I'd sent the message as "........". If I decrypted the message right, I should be shouting from the top of the roof right now! I couldn't control myself, but decided to reply in the same careless way,"... .", the fourth dot being "too", still thinking if I'm right. Was it 'I like you'?
Anyway, I headed home nervous whether I'd be able to complete all my work on time! I'm pretty excited about the trip. So, see you after 10 days, if Bubu's liver doesn't get in the way.
Once out, I received a text from my someone which read "..."! Now I remember when I'd said 'I love you' in a very careless way, I'd sent the message as "........". If I decrypted the message right, I should be shouting from the top of the roof right now! I couldn't control myself, but decided to reply in the same careless way,"... .", the fourth dot being "too", still thinking if I'm right. Was it 'I like you'?
Anyway, I headed home nervous whether I'd be able to complete all my work on time! I'm pretty excited about the trip. So, see you after 10 days, if Bubu's liver doesn't get in the way.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Lethargic, helpless..
With so much going on in my life right now since my exams ended(actually, I have just leisured all this while!!), I didn't find much time for anything. Anything is what all I had planned on doing after my exams.
Top priority was to begin with my gym routine again, but well, you could find that update in my Health Diary.
Second was throwing a surprise birthday party for someone which's fast approaching. When the exams were on, I constantly kept in touch with Nigella Lawson in Travel & Living as she made exotic fine dining stuff. And I'm not at all friends with the kitchen. I can hardly light the gas. And pulling off a 6 course meal would prove to be a Herculean task for me. I really need practice of these recipes for atleast a month before I can deliver a not so bad dinner party, but so far I have hardly come across any recipe that would interest me.
Third priority in the list was to re-invent myself. Okay, now the word screaming in your brains would be "LOSER", but I'm simply tired of looking tired and ****ed up! I really need a change in my dressing sense, some reading to improve my hold on the language I'm writing in, read more current affairs, and enroll myself with a course related to my field.
So far, I could not even decide which field I'm interested in.
I've realised I am going no where. I didn't do anything since my exams ended a month ago and I really need to buck up now, or else I'd only end up looking more skinny with no behind, gift a shabby b'day present(probably a book or a perfume....eeeooww, he deserves much better than that!) and keep posting write-ups with grammatical errors here and head no where.
I'm helpless!
Top priority was to begin with my gym routine again, but well, you could find that update in my Health Diary.
Second was throwing a surprise birthday party for someone which's fast approaching. When the exams were on, I constantly kept in touch with Nigella Lawson in Travel & Living as she made exotic fine dining stuff. And I'm not at all friends with the kitchen. I can hardly light the gas. And pulling off a 6 course meal would prove to be a Herculean task for me. I really need practice of these recipes for atleast a month before I can deliver a not so bad dinner party, but so far I have hardly come across any recipe that would interest me.
Third priority in the list was to re-invent myself. Okay, now the word screaming in your brains would be "LOSER", but I'm simply tired of looking tired and ****ed up! I really need a change in my dressing sense, some reading to improve my hold on the language I'm writing in, read more current affairs, and enroll myself with a course related to my field.
So far, I could not even decide which field I'm interested in.
I've realised I am going no where. I didn't do anything since my exams ended a month ago and I really need to buck up now, or else I'd only end up looking more skinny with no behind, gift a shabby b'day present(probably a book or a perfume....eeeooww, he deserves much better than that!) and keep posting write-ups with grammatical errors here and head no where.
I'm helpless!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sex and the Spoilers
I have finally discovered the recipe for making a wonderfully made movie appear "Oh, not so good".
Ingredients:
The search engines in my computer in the past few days have searched nothing but "Sex and the City, The movie". I was so anxious to know how the movie was fairing, I searched every possible site to know a bit more about the same.
"A bit more" never really came to an end. Bubu on the other hand was completely spoiler-phobic since the release of its trailer. So, I too tried to stick to the articles with '(No spoilers)' tag. They eventually gave away a few surprises from the movie!
On 6th June, the official release date of the movie in India, I called up Bubu who didn't seem quite interested but after a few techniques of persuasion decided to come. I reached on time, so did he(quite unusual) and we went to the "First day, first show", as they say.The movie began with a bang, better than I'd expected, had a nice pace, intelligent writing, with
Manolo's, Vogue, Vivien Westwood, Christian Lacroix/Dior, Cosmopolitan, and loads of collagen! It was good to see the writers being open about it too, Samantha said, "..Marriage, I'm not so sure, Botox on the other hand works all the time".I was satisfied, but somewhere in the middle I caught myself yawning. Everything about the characters seemed quite matured. And different. Carrie looked old, so did Big, Samantha looked, well, different from her usual crazy sex-maniac self. Charlotte was seen screaming at Big(Huh?), and one could find a lot of Bollywood drama, generally not found in a
Sex and the City episode. Only Miranda and Steve were the ones whose lives were just the same, fighting and separating. Jennifer Hudson was like a breath of fresh air in the otherwise boring sequences. And so was Samantha's pooch!!I whispered to Bubu, "You know, the 27 minutes in an episode was better". His reply was, "Shut up, the movie's crazy, I'm loving it". And soon came the sudden realisation, a path breaking one, he had no idea what the movie had to offer, whereas I knew everything from whether Big and Carrie were ever to be married, who had a steamy bathroom scene, who shits her pants, who leaves who and comes back to NY.... everything.
However, the movie ended fine, with everything happy and complete, and with Cosmopolitan of course. We loved it, and shaked a leg to "Labels or love", Fergie's voice to the OST.
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of...
Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior...
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before....
Once out, We completed our outing with a Veg frankie, Lokhandwala ishtyle and with Bubu saying "Lets go again tomorrow". "Sure baby, lets do it again", surprised that I genuinely wanted to watch it again!
So, here's what one should do to like this movie, read my post!
Hehee... And think that you're going for a movie, not a 27 minute long episode.
Monday, June 2, 2008
To Sex or not to Sex!
Movies and TV Series form a major and important part of my entertainment life. It might sound cheap reading this but growing up, I used to be very filmy, never cared to sort out the difference between reel life and real life. Many a times, my mother would catch me lost in my own world, mumbling something.
Not that I cant live without them, but the world created in the big screen (by a few people) somehow takes me away from the pain in my life for a while. I get to live the lives of the characters in the movie and that is such a stress reliever, atleast for me.
After reading a number of bad reviews pouring in from everywhere about this most awaited movie of the year(atleast for me and Bubu's calender year 2008), I was a bit apprehensive about whether I should really spend on a movie which'd only sell a couple of Manolo's(Its a foot-wear brand, for the uninitiated), Dolce's and Colas for women and be a waste of time for us men.
Not that I cant live without them, but the world created in the big screen (by a few people) somehow takes me away from the pain in my life for a while. I get to live the lives of the characters in the movie and that is such a stress reliever, atleast for me.
And living the lives of the characters brings me to 'Sex and the City' that took the small screen to a different level all together back in 1998. Someone might think what is it that people like so much about this particular show? What is it that the show has which others don't? Why does everybody just talk about it like its no taboo to talk about sex?
The answer might be sex itself, the way women should openly talk about problems, speak up about subjects which are otherwise considered taboo!!
Four amazingly beautiful and successful women not scared to ask for a f***. They don't care what the world thinks about their desires, no church telling them how much is enough and that that does not make them sluts, and whether they really need just any man by their side (as they're growing way older than the marriageable limit set by the married pigs and their she pigs) to validate the fact that they're happy or should they just stick to their Rabbits for a while. (You'll only know what I mean if you see the show or have used one in your own life.
Kudos to Michael Patrick King(Writer, director), every gay/girl friend of mine wants to be like Carrie Bradshaw, the protagonist. I've come across women who still use the lines from the show at times which makes my dear friend Bubu say, "Get a new series, Love." The show was as someone rightly described, a cultural phenomena.
Kudos to Michael Patrick King(Writer, director), every gay/girl friend of mine wants to be like Carrie Bradshaw, the protagonist. I've come across women who still use the lines from the show at times which makes my dear friend Bubu say, "Get a new series, Love." The show was as someone rightly described, a cultural phenomena.
By the way... Bubu happens to be my best friend, an amazingly good looking chap whose real name is Prateek Oberoi. When he opens his mouth, you will actually spot many similarities in his character and Samantha Jones' from the show. But spending more time with him, one could even see the manly, charming side of Big in him. He proudly calls me Bradshaw(as I think too much, and that now I have a blog here) which I don't like, but find it alright.
After reading a number of bad reviews pouring in from everywhere about this most awaited movie of the year(atleast for me and Bubu's calender year 2008), I was a bit apprehensive about whether I should really spend on a movie which'd only sell a couple of Manolo's(Its a foot-wear brand, for the uninitiated), Dolce's and Colas for women and be a waste of time for us men.
Discussing my scepticism with Bubu and whether I should really not go for advance booking, his response was, "No matter what anybody says, I'm going for this movie".
"Now that's like a true friend, Samantha!!" Really wanted to hear that.
Would keep you posted.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Avil : Cure for Infidelity
I can not help but remember the episode from Desperate Housewives where one of the housewives, Bree Van-De-Camp, a doting and faithful wife whose husband was killed after George, his chemist adulterated his medication with pills that contained high levels of Potassium so he could die a "Natural death" as George had developed feelings for Bree and could not have her with her husband in the picture. She was not party to it but got blamed for intoxicating her husband later.
However, after the death scene and the 'life moves on'/'I think I really like you, Bree' scenes, one fine evening, Bree invites George over for Dinner and without further ado, George starts to kiss Bree, gets really wild and worked up, soon to find out Bree developing hives everywhere he's touched her(Eeeeeowwww!).
Last night, I met someone. And my girl still doesn't know about this. Maybe she will, after she reads this. I thought if she could think of straying(Even though she's not my Girlfriend yet, officially), so could I. It was my first time since I met her.
At 12 am, I meet Ms. X and we go to her apartment. "Without further ado", we undress......... and well, I really don't want moderators flagging my blog!
I am fighting inside of me thinking this is not right, I am not doing the right thing, I don't belong here, I want to go home, should be sleeping now with both my brains at rest. Robbie Williams once said, God gave men two brains, but only enough blood to run one at a time!!
Anyway, I try to ignore all my emotions of guilt/anger/regret and go for the slender plum cake served in front of me.................. soon to find my whole face red, small red welts spread all over my chest, shoulder and back. I tell her, "I don't know what I'm doing here". She turns to me and says, "Baby, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do".
She gets up thinking what she would have at this hour to cure the hives.
After thoroughly checking through her drawer, she comes back with a glass of water and a pill named Avil in her hand.
"Honey, I think you should take a shower, you'd feel better".
I get into the bathroom, my mind working faster than ever. Did Bree really feel what I was feeling? Did she try to suppress all those emotions running all over her head at that moment which led to the reaction? She loved her husband no doubt, she cared for him, even when he didn't care to return the same passion for her and slept with another neighbour who happened to give him what he wanted in bed.
I took a shower, dissatisfied with the itching still on. She tells me, "Don't worry, you didn't get it from me. I'm sure your body's reacted to some food." I know what it is.
She lays down at one end of the bed, me at another, discussing each other's relationship issues, both of us ignoring the fact that this's the last time we'd be seeing each other. The allergy subsides slowly.
She wakes me up at 9 in the morning, I get dressed and begin to leave, "You're a good guy, she must be very lucky".
"If I was that good, I wouldn't really be here hearing you say this." I felt the allergy under my Tee say hello again.
I came home, thinking whether I should really call her and tell her what happened. That nothing really happened!! But as Carrie Bradshaw once opined, everything before 'I love you' just doesn't count.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Trial & Error
I have only heard of people creating blogs and have seen a few mention "View my blog" in their profiles, but never ever came across any friend of mine who owned any blog in this or any other site(Which makes me come to a serious decision that I need a change in my circle of friends, nobody is literate enough to boast having a blog...shaah!!).
The silly News channels had reported Amitabh Bachchan and Aamir Khan bitching about each other and Shah Rukh Khan respond to the two women fighting, but could never imagine myself log on and check it for myself, untill the other day, I happened to view someone's profile in a social networking site and clicked the hyperlink he had made available there. And OH-MY-GOD, he had written anything, simply anything. Which made me think I could too do the same thing, use the internet for writing diaries, and hence help save paper, and contribute in preventing Global Warming!!
Now, with my weak English lingo and my father forcing me to read more books to control my stammering while speaking at times made me think if I really should plan on owning a blog of my own to show people I am "in"!! But on second thought (that no one would even care to read the crap I'll be writing) I decided to go for it.
If I'm successful, I shall write further, if not, who cares!!
And incase I emerge as a star someday, maybe like Sanjaya Malakar(Shitty American Idol season 6) or if some shemale designer/photographer recognises me on the streets and turns me into the next super model later turned Actor, later turned Indian version of Brangelina(With a Compatibility chart better than Saif Uncle-Kareena Didi), I need to leave behind some matter for E-News to report on!!
Hence the blog!
The silly News channels had reported Amitabh Bachchan and Aamir Khan bitching about each other and Shah Rukh Khan respond to the two women fighting, but could never imagine myself log on and check it for myself, untill the other day, I happened to view someone's profile in a social networking site and clicked the hyperlink he had made available there. And OH-MY-GOD, he had written anything, simply anything. Which made me think I could too do the same thing, use the internet for writing diaries, and hence help save paper, and contribute in preventing Global Warming!!
Now, with my weak English lingo and my father forcing me to read more books to control my stammering while speaking at times made me think if I really should plan on owning a blog of my own to show people I am "in"!! But on second thought (that no one would even care to read the crap I'll be writing) I decided to go for it.
If I'm successful, I shall write further, if not, who cares!!
And incase I emerge as a star someday, maybe like Sanjaya Malakar(Shitty American Idol season 6) or if some shemale designer/photographer recognises me on the streets and turns me into the next super model later turned Actor, later turned Indian version of Brangelina(With a Compatibility chart better than Saif Uncle-Kareena Didi), I need to leave behind some matter for E-News to report on!!
Hence the blog!
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