Returning to blog after having been scorned. Gosh! This sucks!
At times, when you are lying on your bed looking right up and lazily swinging your legs to the numbing ‘house‘ genre beats. It happens, a ping, a popup, the desire to see who is it that reached out to you.
I grabbed it with both my hands, it brings a smile on my face. So tonight is an excerpt of such a conversation. To get you all to speed it all happened due to the amazing google doodle on 22nd May, 2012. The synthesizer and what I would believe is my masterpiece ( DISCLAIMER: Your speakers and computer safety is at your discretion and if you wish to then please if you must: http://g.co/doodle/mghcfk)
I would let this amazingly written out reply, do the rest of the talking.
” I am sure you are very talented. And of course talent should be nurtured but talent is dependent on toerance,tolerance at various levels and tolerance in turn leads to acceptance which is the ultimate goal of talent.. so talent should always be honed, shaped, manipulated so tht it leads to acceptance..in your case.. there is abundance of talent however I can gauge that it just might be slightly difficult to tolerate..only becoz its new talent and diffrent from what we have observed so far. nothing personal..we all know any type of change is tough to tolerate and thereby accept,. ” — Debaparna.
So, the point is this (gloating) – it requires a failure (no need for guessing which one!) to recognize, be amazed, with the true fact – the power of words one exercises and simply put – the mentioned author calls it horseshit, well are those not good fertilizers ?
*Please feel free to use this if you may. If I can happen to find the author too has a blog, I would provide a link.
For a change, I like the simplistic look on wordpress and sits pretty on the right bottom corner – “Just write”. Amazing. Simplicity. Coincidence? That’s a word I picked up after watching 500 days of summer on Star movies 4:30 AM show. I woke up, texted, why? I just felt like it. Explaining myself again. Happens when I’m trying to reason with myself.
Humour, seems to have died on this blog of mine! Ha! Can’t help it when I feel like shit.
So, the things that I have lined up for myself for this year.
1. Run the Bangalore marathon – preferably the 10km or 5.6 come 27th May
2. Drop a huge amount of body weight
3. Learn a new language
4. Learn to ride a bicyle/swim
5. Be less of a chicken shit when to express myself
6. Stop with the metaphors, speak less truth, live a little
7. Control myself as I seem to have loads of problem with others – seems evident these days
8. Accept things and stop trying to get to the root cause – it ain’t science all the time
9. Realize and accept what we have been taught in school stays in books – reality is altogether is different
10. Nothing is perfect, no fate, its only coincidence
11. Looks matters – mine never did – so it should not matter to me now. I already know how I look so why bother
And sound less dramatic and just move on.
I always had this fascination to know, the urge to discover, to reason, to fail, to fail again and not even remember what winning means.
I was looking for a bait, and now I’m hooked to the business page and its RIM (Research In Motion) not meeting the projected sales, loses amounting to millions. A CEO honest enough to recognize their technologically handicapped exaggeratedly priced handsets are getting their bottoms handed to them.
Why? Why you ask I have taken a keen interest to a company to whom I have no meaning. As a matter of fact I do. It stands at the corner of extinction. Perhaps a hard word to describe its fate, but not a distant future.
I have fallen numerous times, stubbed, shoved but I’m still alive. Barely walking, hardly standing but breathing. This engages me with the story that I have been following for quite sometime now. The fight to survive. The change that will bring back the meaning of existence, not survive but to exist.
If you are asking what’s RIM – its Blackberry. The QWERTY phones that revolutionized the corporate sector with email at their fingertips. From hire to fire, they had it all. A status symbol slowly wiped away with the mighty swipe of Android and iPhone’s.
I have but recently jumped into the sinking Blackberry era. Termed and always thought as a boring phone, with age I have gained the wisdom all that glitters is not gold. Holds true for BB as well. I have loved it, hated it at the same time but never enjoyed so much picking up a phone to call anyone.
Today is not the day where I speak about my phone, but to focus on the strategy discussed for its survival. I had to voice out my opinions, I had no audience and hence I’m here. My keyboard is my voice, the internet my stage, my audience – you.
Low-End Segment: RIM is thinking about shifting the focus to the low end phones. The promising factor are the various plans BB has. Kidding me? I can get 1GB net for 99/-. Can I get to that using BB – NO!
In India, BB net charges is expensive, I end up paying 399/- for the same service I can avail for 99 or 199. If you are thinking about leveling there, think again.
8520 the popular BB phone is getting squished with competing phones from the Android segment, free BBM? Tell me something if the number of people running BB is getting low with whom am I supposed to use it with?
Shutterbugs – you heard me, I end up buying a phone and it does not even capture decent quality photographs. Seriously?
High-End Segment: It will END soon if you don’t do what you do best. Get a battery that can survive the all so power hungry OS and H/W that makes up the phone.
BBX-10: Future of RIM. Tell me one thing that I see new there! In order to win the race you don’t have to reinvent the wheel.
If I have read correctly between the lines, going forward the way to compete is to go after all touch phone, please spare a thought for the ones who still enjoys the click of keypads. The sensual keypad of BB, its shortcuts, the feel of pristine engineering, the optical track-pad and not to mention the feel of a phone.
I recently read this, “If you’re doing business and not advertising, its similar to winking at a girl in the dark. It’s only you who knows what you are doing and not the world”. Get my point RIM?
Marketing and especially not the Vodafone’s approach to ‘We are the Blackberry Boys’. In comparison to Samsung, iPhone’s over the top adverts I see not one for BB. If you stare at things long enough you will get a hang of it. Bring on-board the talented professionals, and don’t try to make a fool of the touch phones as you have quite a few up your sleeves.
I don’t want the platform to die. I don’t want what Nokia did to Maemo/Meego. I want RIM to succeed, why because its getting mauled by the eye candy and it will be a story worth reading.
One story. Ek Kahaani.
Alert: Contain spoilers!
Bollywood is revolutionizing. Age old notion of movies muscularly built is mellowing by the feminine touch. Dangling locks, mesmerising eyes are giving pumped up muscles a run for their money.
Kahaani is dominantly scripted with captivating stratagem, tongue-in-cheek humour with several thought provoking moments commanding interest.
A massacre had hit Kolkatta metro railways. The story does not stop there to investigate. It moves 2 years ahead.
A pregnant woman takes center stage. Vidya Bachi (Vidya Balan) arrives in Kolkata from London. Stormed at the airport by the hoards of taxi walla’s with their broken Hindi she is flustered, agitated but to the amusement is not driven to popular destination as a hotel or residence rather it’s a police station at Kalighat.
The trueness of Bengali culture of inquisitiveness is impeccably projected. This sets the tone for the movie. Sujoy (Director) acts as a master story teller. The vibrancy, peculiar hustle and bustle engulfed in a claustrophobic yet liberating world of intrigue and deception. A sense of anxiety and stress succeeds in keeping me glued to the story from the first scene.
She starts with a journey but not to motherhood, one of the sacred journeys of a woman. But she begins her search for her missing husband. Her husband is only a projection of her fading memory. The quest is no longer a cake-walk as the harsh reality of humanity is exposed. All the clues she has learnt meets dead ends as time and again people she reaches out to be trying to convince otherwise. She finally realizes nothing is what it seems. They try to break her with harshness but the hunt is spirited with every fall. She is not here to hear NO for an answer.
For a moment I’m made to believe the Kolkata police are kapurush (incompetent) which serves correct to my memory as I hail from the city. But I’ll stick to the movie for now.
Rana (nick name/daak nam) superbly supports Mrs. Bagchi in pursuit of her cause. At times the chemistry didn’t seem to work. Spiritedly that is what enticed me. A part he played with great élan. He is even drawn to her beauty; it would be odd had he not been. From helping hand to acting as integral part in using Vidya to track down the suspected Milan. Speaking of which I have nothing but accolades for Khan (Nawazuddin Siddiqui) with his typical northern style. His very existence added spark to the laid back Kolkata police.
Khan and Vidya’s exchange for the very first time, in which she triumphs adds weight to the adage, reap what you sow!
Not to mention the two child actors, running hot water (go see the movie to unravel its humour) and the tea-boy who acted nothing but natural. Must I say they were splendid!
The direction, the narrow alleys which is an integral part of Kolkatta has been projected to perfection.
At times it feels like it leaves you out in cold, but that is the time when the strong scripts pulls you in with its casual nature.
The suspense unfolds amidst the silence of masses. A twist that left me spellbound for a moment. Though I did see a bit of bollywoodishness but I can surely let this one slip. I won’t spill the beans. I want this article to entice you to see the movie – I hope I succeed.
Goddess Durga wipes away the pain, the analogy echoed with Amitabh’s voiced echoing the screen.
Vidya keeps the movie alive. It touched me emotionally as it has been said time and again; there is no limit to a woman’s wrath. Emotions, compassion, powerless, commonness, being an Indian; Is this not what we are subjected to in reality? It fills you with pride as you see the protagonist not tether with the possibly but laughing at the face of dilemma.
Her love for her husband is all the incentive she needs for her pursuit of truth. Love is all you need. Ideologies, adages blended with flavorsome sequences that kept me eager for more. She is in pain, her hurt acts as her strength in fighting the demons (mahishashur) the corrupted Indians.
It’s a fight against corrupted officials which a common man/woman can triumph if they to believe its possible.
Time well spent watching Kahaani, it filed with me hope for modern bollywood movies with its modern take on scripts, narration, editing, portraying the uniqueness and most importantly the complete collaboration of a team to present the audience with uniqueness.
Aami sotti bolchi! (I’m telling the truth).
A movie worth watching, I don’t like to go the movies alone but I had no choice. But you do, go with someone, enjoy the movie and the music which in a way tells a story of the real India.
Here is a lyric that got stuck in my head –“Kolkata dekho to baaki sab duniya bekaar hain….bilkul naya hain phir bhi bête kal be giraftaar hain”
I don’t even fucking like the way I end up writing posts. It’s choking the life of grammar in broad day light! Have mercy on the poor soul for it has seen enough. It need not linger to witness emotions strangled with soft woven metaphors. The resulting anecdotes that is nothing but a pain in the butt.
Being the protagonist I suffer from adulthood angst. Missing the performance are the neon lights. By the looks of it I might end up buying one if I don’t invest my hard earned money for a running shoe.
Next to me sits the philosophical maestro – The Fountainhead, “HOWARD ROARK laughed”. That’s pretty much what I’ve read after having owned this book for a year now.
Lately,books have given way to the applications of my phone. I enjoy them to the fullest. Better the half witted, self proclaimed modern Indian writers. Spare me. Better still I feel nothing.
“Nothing else matter”, my head starts with its uncontrollable nod as the speakers keep blaring out the loud music as I matched it beat per beat with tootling bursts of melody.
Drinks, I mean are you for real? Like seriously? have I not anything else to do? Like sit and do nothing. I can do that, yeah why not! It’s fucking damn hot. Being on the burnt side of wheatish complexion does no good to my cause. The heat is one of the reason I end up turning myself into a night crawler.
As I sit and contemplate similar to the ones you get to see in movies, the track swiftly changes to “Dream On”. I’ve dreamed many a dreams. It only has stayed back as series of dreams and now as I look upon them it feels nightmarish. Did I not say I extensively use metaphors? I just used one.
A time long long ago during my school years whose memories fades away with each passing day I was asked a question, “How many of you prefers the inclusion of internet for benefit of social-networking”? Please note when I say social-network I need not mean Facebook or do we even a site who draws parallel to the one I mentioned? Nah!
I simply said No. But silly old me I ended up following the herd and not be the the lonesome lion who stands alone. Monkey did not have his bananas. Note to myself, listen to everyone but never do what you are told. Do it what you want. It’s always easy to slip but that damn hard to stand up again on slippery grounds.
In a sentence, I will keep my distance. Why? I want to.
It’s a faceless world, a voiceless where the best deal you cut is assumption. Words spoken, texts read. Best suited for a page in the diary but I have none. So here I am.
Rock all day, makes me feel good.- look it up on youtube.
I feel like running, not away but to run as it hurts my bones. My feet aches, the overpronation adds to the misery. I need a new pair of shoe. I might end up getting a new gear. Whatever makes me feel good.
Shopping is a good therapy. I want to shop today. I need a new something. What? I don’t know.
A vacation. A new book which I will feel like finishing as soon as I get hold of it. A decent breakfast. Preferably an all english breakfast, with sunny side up eggs, a strip of crispy bacon, sliced tomato and a glassful of orange juice in which I can smell the earth from where the fruit belongs. I sound spoilt. I’m loving the whole picture. I want to go and have this at Flurry’s.
Bangalore, you call yourself a metropolitan city? The police can you lend a helping hand in the day as as well night to crack down the Auto menace? Why only strike the two wheelers.
The place shuts itself down at 11 pm, the city is unsafe? Make it safe! I sound demanding yes I do. I pay my taxes and its my right.
What good does this sudden burst of emotions plastered over cyberspace does to me? Nothing. It’s called as bitching, slandering.
Now I need to take a shower. Preferably I will opt for a hot one not because I need one because I will end up having to take one. Thank you all the vehicles and their so motherfucking owners. The state, the people, me as well for making sure the trees go down and coming to think of the culture – are we not the Hindu’s (yes I’m one of them) who needs wood to burn ourselves?(Don’t play the cheeky card with me and mention electric furnace, the electricity comes from organic fuel). Just think how many will get burnt after we are done trying to catch upto first world.
This post still sits as my gtalk’s status message.
A journey it sure has been! So it got me thinking why mustn’t I write about a new one.
It holds true that it’s just not one thing but many. Though a bit disappointed on the commercial front especially this one, is this even for real? Fags!
I waited my sweet time a month extending itself to a few more days and I’m coming to understand its addictive nature.
It’s like a disease that has flown into my system. But it comforts me with a broad shoulder and a firm grip that holds my hand steady.
The cure comes at a hefty price and the pain lessens as the joys of screams inadvertently deafens the senses.
Screams mellows down to symphony as the stream of keys seamlessly dances to the rhythm of my thumbs.
Click! and you’re done. Munch your way to fellow screens that patiently awaits your news.
A phenomenon, a cult, a group, you have your very own messenger. That knows no wall, no boundaries and it responds to all your calls. You wish is its command.
Command it sure does. Respect. Hedonist? Why not I say!
It holds true to it’s nature. It finds me places where I will get lost. Then I see to those faces that I keep in my book and come back again.
It chirps, it checks into places, it calls out to people. It has a bad eye but the voice makes up for it.
It has a world of it’s own. A society. A high rise. The property sells for a hefty price tag. Where most world have open up to the concept of freedom this one still abides by the age old paradigm. Why do it for free?
Things seems organised. Too organised at times. Mistakes rarely allowed. Must say I miss being naughty.
At times I miss my old friend. Yes, I call it my friend. It holds memories.
They say, life is a stage. This time there’s a new Act. A new play in town.
The stage is set. It’s all dressed up in BLACK. It’s BOLD. It’s a BERRY you have not tasted before.
I’ve been given a seat. It reads 9900.
I sit in front of this beautiful piece of work, she is my black magic woman! All I wish it would speak up.
I’m hexed, I’m all drawn in. I’m one of them.
I’ve taken the red pill and it’s time to see how far the rabbit hole goes…