Love aaj kal

Now don't get scared...m not about to praise or deface the movie with my comments....peace shall pervail..this is to discuss or rather throw light on a very disturbing fact that I have come across in these mushy mushy movies. A little background into my brain before you are subjected to this blog. I have never liked mushy mushy love stories...back in school when every one was going gaga over Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and trying to either impersonate 'naughty' Anjali or the ever more naughtier Shah Rukh ( psst see i don't even remember his name) I was busy doing other things.. Dil To Pagal Hai, KKHH, K3G and host of other films went into the garbage bin for me...and yes I have never admitted it but so did DDLJ...not that i am a heartless creature who does not believe in love shove but just that modern day laila majnu type love stories just don't seem real to poor old me :(...some disorder i suppose looking at the way my generation keeps falling in and out of love with religious beliefs associated with the same. i firmly believe that love makes the world go round but the laila majnu kinds just puts road blocks here there n evrywhere....sigh

okay back to the basics, circa DDLJ, a trend seen then and often repaeted and finally repeated all over again in love aaj kal....the guy just lovessssssss the gurl....the gurl does too, but in a hush hush manner...under the parental guidance and the influence of the family tree...where u can love but can't take matters in ur hands and convice either of the two parties in question as in the family ''let me marry this guy...oh plz plz plz (nahi to main mar jaungi)'' or the guy ''dude nothin can happen between us, seriously, chuck it, all the best( c ya on fb)'' . So this good-for-nothing gurl does fall in love and all that but neither does she own up to her family nor to the guy....dhan tan tan...male dominated cinema in male dominated society...our guy..the knight in shining armour comes to the rescue...gets beaten up....thrown out of the house....but nazrein neechi...then when nothing works out he comes to the gurls house on the weeding day/night....darwaza khula..... ladki ki maa decking her up for her big day....this strange boywalks in with band-aids stuck here n there from the last beating ....tense silence..''maaji/bebe/auntyji/mummyji aapki beti sirf mere hi saath khush reh sakti hai...uski sacchi khushi mere hi saath hai. Aap kya apni beti ko uski khusi nahi doge....bolo...bolo....''

Sob sob motherz heart is melting like mombatti n she packs her daughter off with this guy whose second name is also something unknown to her...Lord o lord...some mummyiez also give the zewarat n the dahej items...now seriously come onnnnnnnnn......which mummy does this yaar....my daddy can still do something this wacky but my mummy can never....

And seriously love is not supposed to be logical but then who said it can be illogical either??? Idhar mummyji n daddyji did not want to even discuss marriage with the boy or his family...or even see his face....n bang on after a couple of mushy dialogues they throw caution to the winds and right on the eve of the great Indian marriage...with the whole society waiting outside to get started with the meals allow their daughter to go....

I cannot finish this blog without bitching a bit about the girl in question....now u gurl u having lived with your folks and been blessed with 10 times better tear ducts could not convince your family while this kal ka chokra from god knows where just lands up and manages to convince your parents...tch tch...shame on you.....

Lord....these laila majnu type stories are just toooooooo much and this trend is like insult to injury......Give me Vikram Betal any day....it at least makes its fictional character clear....

Maan na maan, main tera mehmaan

When lizards and other icky beings find their way into our rooms I wonder do they know their way back? If yes, then what keeps them there on the wall, stuck with beady eyes that seem to be fixed at us. And if no, then why the hell do they step it.......following food you would say...but I am cent per cent sure that there is no such food available in my room....

I am extremely agitated....I walked into my tiny room today in a very pleasant mood only to find a lizard making herself/himself comfortable on the wall right above my bedside.....Can it get worse? Now I have phone calls to make and attend, chat, blog and do so many other things...but how can I while this liz'd has robbed me of all my peace of mind :(

Every two minutes I look up to find it looking down at me....now because it is my blog and the lizard can't read it...let me make it very clear....mommmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy......I hate liz'dz......they are too ugly to be alive....i am scared, disgusted and violated all at the same time...and if you know me doing all this to me all at the same time is death...instant death...but point is I can't kill it :( also I can't throw up my arms n run out for my mommy or daddy or at least my younger brother....:( m stuck here....it is not even ten an there is the whole night between us :( Lord help me....

My animal activist friends will tell me that the Liz is as scared of me as I am of him/her....Yeah right, then who asked it to step in...n now that the first mistake has been committed why doesn't he just step out...these unwanted pets that god keeps dropping off in our rooms is just not happening :( Oh wait....it seems to be doing something like a complex yoga move....yikesss...need to concentrate on that before this...ciao guys...pray for me :(

Out in the open

A man is known by the words he chooses not to speak.

Does a brave man need to wear his medals all the time?

Can a pious man do without his rosary?

Can a honest man be known as one without him having to say it again and again and yet again?

Can a friend be known to be one without him/her dishing assurances your way every now and then?

Can an enemy be feared though he chooses not to threaten you directly?

Be cautious of people who say again and again and again something that they want you to believe...Only people who fear their actions are not going to hit the mark resort to the magic wand made of words....self advertising individuals who showcase their virtues and craftily present their vices and keep muttering to all and sundry ''I am not like the other people''...know very well how similar or even more rotten they are and hence the urge to immediately set themselves aloof from that group. More than reassuring you they are reassuring themselves, while at least they are in your company, lest you catch them.

People who themselves are scared of the dark can only tell you tales of the horrendous creatures the depths of darkness holds. One who knows no fear of the dark cannot paint a glum picture about it leave alone scare you. Someone who knows who he is and is sure of himself does not need to keep repeating it again and again. Watch out!

Aarzu

Maalik teri raza rahe, aur tu hi tu rahe

baaki na main, na meri justaju rahe

jab tak ki tan mein jaan, ragon mein lahu rahe

tera hi naam, teri hi aarzu rahe.

Anonymous

Addicted and unapologetic

Yes sir, it is official and the cat is out of the bag. I am an addict, a person addicted to the virtual world. However much I tried to deny the fact, to prove people wrong, here I am all smug in my virtual space. They say it takes seperation to realize the sweet pangs of love and I can vouch for the same out of pure personal experience. My laptop and I have been away from each other since a month now...and today that finally we have reunited i suddenly feel the aches, the mood swings, the lethargy towards life all gone.....I guess the real world ain't enough space for me and the parallel existence in the virtual world is of immense importance.....thank you the almighty and the mortal spiders for having spun the world wide web.....it means the whole wide world to so many of us....

SOS

I have never been fond of war, I know you will ask 'so? who has been or is?' But I know people who enjoy war movies, chivalry and the love for the mother land that one gets to display at times like this. I abhor even these. I just plain simple do not understand who invented it and why though I totally understand that it is one of the most basic plain and simple things to invent.

The biggest divorce in the history of humankind, the India Pakistan partition thankfully had no connection to my life. But still I got cramps every time someone spoke of it. I would try running away from similar discussions good or bad. It was only after years of conditioning that I grew up to appreciate the loss, sorrows and the many tales of grit and endurance the partition brought into with it.

Why I am bothering to speak about all this is because in years together this is the first time I have felt scared because of the prospect of war. I have grown up in times that have been relatively peaceful, yes that is if you call Babri Masjid demolition, Godhra riots, spats between people of different religions, states, ideologies and an uncountable number of chain bomb blasts along the length and breadth of the county peaceful.

Reason being Taliban is just a heartbeat away from the seat of power in Pakistan and the most alarming thing is that there is no force strong enough to stop this surge leave alone even question it. Taliban is a package deal that comes with innumerable if's and but's. At the most basic level all men will necessarily have to sport a beard and women will lose the right to education and along with it all rights to freedom. We have seen what Taliban has been up to in the places that it has plagued and it will be foolish to think that in Pakistan things are going to be different. Staunch regressive rules, a complete defiance of the universal rule that man is born free that is how he ought to be (and she), women considered just as objects that provide pleasure and a whole lot of kids to man while themselves being devoid of any feeling, wants or desires all the while. Volumes can be written on how simply mindless and crass their ideologies are in the current times but that's not what I want to delve into.

India and Pakistan after few wars and years of strained friendship are still existing next to each other. We blame them solely for our terror attacks and they rebuke our security forces and the possibility of Indian involvement in each of the wrong doings. Even aftre countless number of trips made by heads of State of either country and peace talks keeping the Taj Mahal in the background things are not really in the best shape possible. At another moment one could have cribbed endlessly as to how this India Pakistan issue just doesn't seen to end but today when I try to ask myself what is the worst that could shape up in the near future because of the Talibani involvement I shudder and think that the current sate-of-affairs is any day much better than what could happen in the near future.

India has this typical 'wait-and-watch' attitude that I think is exclusively ours. I know we can't just go and bomb down what we think could pose a threat but it is not right to sit and wait to be hit hard, really hard to finally know this is the apt time to react. Having seen my government act and react over the past so many years I am sure nothing is really gonna happen from our side at least not actionary. Even as far reactionary goes I am not sure what we are capable of. Here capability is not the capability to act but to decide that this is the time to act and this the action that we are going to take.

While I feel scared and vent out my feeling I am sure the Talibani's are strategising how to take over. Whom to plant where, how many bomb blasts to execute, how many more men to train, how to flog women, which nation to destroy.

I am fed up with the innumerable bomb blasts and I know so is everyone but before anything else crops up I want to make my displeasure, fear and plain simple disgust for the events that are shaping up our modern history very very clear. I hope the Gods in the skies wake up to it, stop it cause I know man has lost the sanity to even comprehend things leave alone decide where to head and how exactly.

Psst: Yes I am in despair and am already looking up for help.

Thinking aloud

When you speak gibberish and are very sure that gibberish it is, all is well. Mindless crap dressed as mindless crap being spoken of and enjoyed entirely for what it is but what are we supposed to do with ‘sane’ stuff being belted out by straight-faced people that turns out to be just plain old crap, at the end of it all or even when it is being delivered. Why can’t we call things by their real names and take pride in what they actually are.