Friday, October 9, 2009

Reference for my future years.


Okay. This post is a timeline peg. A milestone that I would like to refer back some 20 years or something from now, when I will be all engrossed in the never ending web of my own life's complexities, office deadlines, relationship issues, family problems, and of course, general mid life crisis anxiety.

After having a 12 hour sleep which was very comforting, continuous and peaceful without the aid of a slightest drop of alcohol (or any catalyst, for tht matter, not even exams), I woke up to realise that my 4 day long weekend had just begun. Awesome.

The rays of sun shone bright on my light blue bed sheet by 12 noon, and created an aura of pleasure in the lazily warm afternoon in the pre-winter time of the year. I lied lazily on the bed and browsed through the editorials of the Hindu with the melody 'Chand si mehbooba ho meri kab...' streaming loosely out my laptop. Awesome.

I reflected on the issues that have been boggling me since the last few days, including my relationship with a girl, and found that I was wrong, having succumbed to peer pressure. I took a sigh of relaxation. I always become relaxed when I find tht a problem occurred due to me being wrong. I can blame it all on myself then, and be done with it. Its more difficult to live happily when you know that a problem occurred even though you were right in approaching that. And then I discovered the prospect of laying my mattress in the sunshine outside for some time so that it could do away wid the moist smell tht was irritating me since I came back from home after the Puja holidays. After about 2 hours, when I lied back on the warm sunwashed mattress, it felt soooooo good.
Awesome.

Morale of the story - Before this point in the timeline, there have been moments when I actually thought that my life would never be as happy again. But the presence of this pleasant day helps me confirm that whatever happens, there will always be a better, pleasing, warm sunny day waiting for me after every catastrophe. This reminds me of Kailash Kher, btw.

And yes, this memory peg would also help me remember my spiritually luxurious life out here in iit.

Alok.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The new theory about relations.

I have reached the verge of confirming a new theory.

Either
ALL guys are infatuation prone perverts.

Or
ALL girls believe that ALL guys are infatuation prone perverts.

This theory is simple, but I am awed by its all inclusiveness.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Attn: Biotech Researchers

Can't somebody develop antibodies to counteract the infection of a mind by a girl? The reaction is so predictable that it actually seems to follow some scientific law...

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Getting high the nocturnal way.


One doesn't always need to resort to weed or grass to get high. At least i don't. Deprive yourself of sleep for two to three days and you'll know what I am talking about. It feels so murky and yet limpid like a glass of plain water.

When I get high on sleep (or better put, on the absence of it), I behave strangely. Getting into the cosy bed is the first thing that comes in mind, (and its the every second thought that keeps coming in mind.) But I choose to elongate the ecstasy of thinking about hugging the slumber hottie finally. What reason does it serve? Have got no idea.

I know what I am doing, but why I am doing that gets beyond my thinking powers. When I turn my head, it feels as if a spring has been fitted in my neck, and it vibrates. The respiration rate hits the bedrock, and the whole body goes into some kind of inertial state.

With eyes burning near the lashes and shoulders dropping down like the fallen sails of a conquered ship, I switch into selective listening. My wingmate is yelling, but I don't give a damn to him. Even if I want to, I can't coz' he's talkin gibberish. I become totally dumb, but can hear my thoughts echoing loudly in my brain. It feels as if half of the brain has been thrown off, coz it feels lighter up there. The reaction time gets sluggish, and so does my typing speed. The extremities of the body start failing to make their presence felt. Slowly the head starts swinging. Side to side, to and fro motion. I try to keep my head still.

But it swings from the inside. May be its the pendulum of the internal body clock which is swinging. I stop thinking after some time. The world stops mattering then. No peer, no profs, no hollow hearted crushes anywhere near. I feel trance. Eternal peace. And then the eyelids start betraying. I know I can delay being high for some more strange minutes, but now my own guards have given up. How can a warrior keep fighting when his own horse choses to betray him? Then the slender curtains fall. Slowly, but surely.

After that? Hangover.
I wake up.


Alok.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Built effects.




This summer I happened to work with the architectural firm that's designing IIM A's new campus. And as an intern, I got to make frequent site visits out of my own curiousity.
One hell of a hallowed institution, with two campuses separated by a busy road.

And after all my observations and speculations, this is what I could feel about the campus couple -
"The IIM A new campus has a factory architecture. A factory for the brains. While the IIM A old campus has a temple architecture. A temple that celebrates human intelligence. Just as an apple can not be compared with an egg, you cannot compare the two and be judgemental about it, coz' each one is equally elegant in its own domain."

Alok.

Friday, April 24, 2009

और आग बरसाओ अरुण...


और आग बरसाओ अरुण,
बस इतने में खूँ नही खौलता मेरा.

तेरी अग्नि की बारिश से
जब धरा दहक सी जाती है
मेरे अन्दर की वितृष्णा
तब हल्के से मुस्काती है।

इस दुनिया की ये निष्ठुरता,
हर ओर व्याप्त संघर्ष प्रखर,
निज दाह धर्म को किस कारण
मुझपे कम करना चाहोगे...

और चाहो फ़िर भी क्या होगा,
तेरे ठंडे होने पर भी
ये किरणें तेरी इन्द्रधनुष
बन कर मुझपर गिरने पर भी,

मैं सना पसीने के रस में,
अपनी संघर्ष की बारिश में,
तेरी कोमल सद्किरणों का
वह स्वाद नही ले पाऊंगा।

तो और आग बरसाओ अरुण।
खौलाओ मेरा लहू और।
और फेंको मुझपर अग्नि वाण।
दहकाओ मेरा कनक मान।

बस इतने में खूँ नही खौलता मेरा.




Sunday, April 5, 2009

Porn


The only thing which you loathe a moment after you have enjoyed it, and blame it to the hormones... :P

Friday, April 3, 2009

गुलाल.. Acute nihilism juxtaposed with sickenin' infatuation.


No, this is not a movie review. And I dunno how to review a movie either. I normally blog about anything that impresses me, or better put, disturbs me.
And this time its Gulaal.

Anurag Kashyap seems to be a right successor of Hrishikesh Mukherjee. But while the later's movies were politically-correct-thought-provoking-middle-of-the-road-genre, AK's movies take a darker turn.
This is natural succession, and Gulaal after devD confirms this.

Throughout the movie, one witnesses violence, gory picturization, swears and slangs. But not in a single frame are they unnatural. Every single adult viewer of India would have anticipated a derogatory slang where they have been actually put.

This movie is one of those cases in which you have to see more than what actually meets the eye.
Let us take a few of the characters of Gulaal, which are very symbolic and highly prone to getting no attention at all to the normal 'karan-johar-subhash-ghai' genre movie watcher.

Let's talk about the half blue colored guy, whom kay kay menon calls ardha naarishwar in a frame. I felt a very imposing presence of this guy in the movie. He actually represents the juxtaposition of power and deceit.
Now this is Anurag's interpretation of Male and Female in the movie, and he isn't wrong. The power of Dukkey banasa and the deceit by Kiran lead to the downfall of Dilip; and thus from the very beginning of the story, we get a hint of the actual villains.

Let's talk about Prithvi Bana. He is the second most mysterious character. His bold verbal aggresiveness earns him a couple of slaps from kay kay, and a lot of thoughts from the viewers. The spoof of 'Sarfaroshi ki tamanna' ain't funny. But it hurts.
And it hurts everybody, not because of its irony, but its truthfulness.

Throughout the movie, Prithvi appears to be the most sensible guy, who knows everything, but still can't do anything. Why? The rein of Power is in Dukkey's hands. So he irritates Dukkey, but the base intention is to wake him.

And then, the guy with a flute. Remember the guy with a mirror in Delhi 6? While in the later, the protagonist Abhishek explains to all what that mirror guy tried to convey, Anurag Kashyap leaves the interpretation of the presence of the flute guy to us.
Indian Cinema has crossed a milestone in abstract picturization, and well, abstract characters like this make m e want more from Anurag and directors of his genre... Unfortunately not many, I guess...

Then we have Anuja, who wipes off the word 'nihilism' written on the blackboard, the day she returns to teach in the class after gettin ragged by the students.
This sheer act of rubbing carelessly celebrates the definition of nihilism, as she himself has accepted the world of negative utopia, and is now not concerned with enlightening the people with any kind of sincere knowledge about nihilism itself.

Dukey (Kay Kay Menon). He is a very very complex character. With Madhuri(Maahi Gill) as his kept, he throws a darker shade to his already power driven strong character. But he talks sensible, and its disturbing to see him die in the end of the movie.

Kiran... Well, this character is one of the rarest in Indian cinema, and I appreciate AK for the way he develops this character. I could identify this bitch with someone. But then, most of us will definitely identify this character to someone we know.
And someone we know quite personally.

And at last, Dilip. He stands taller among the talls in the movie. With a great character build up, we gradually get a hang of why a shy, coward, politically correct, ideal student develops into a determined murderer.
His strangely insane love for Kiran might be undigestable for some, but those who have tasted the flavour of infatuation would definitely understand why he falls for the bitch so intensely, and shakes the roots of his very own well wishers. (Though no one was his well wisher, btw. Not even his own dad, to be true.)

There are other characters like Bhaati, Ranvijay, and the main villain Karan, who have been very instrumental in progressing the story and leading it to its gory end.

I could also find a resemblance of this movie's story to the epic, Mahabharat. While in Mahabharata, Karna ( yes, Karan has actually been inspired from Karna) is the illegitimate child of Kunti. (yeah yeah, I know the nonsense crap of the Sun god makein Kunti pregnant coz' of her sheer curiousity about a certain blessing). Here, we have Karan as the illegitimate child of his Highness... In both the stories, there is a fight for the throne.

In Mahabharat, Karna loses.
But in gulal, Karan wins. He's no saint, but then who is in gulal? None.

Kudos to Anurag Kashyap. You have taken realistic cinema with abstract picturization to a much higher level.
But the expectations have also risen now.


Alec.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

okay, enuf of this despo feeling. Let's talk something different.




मेरा कंप्यूटर repair होके कब आएगा???

Miss you, Elika.

I miss you, Elika. Walking with you side by side was such a delight for me. I didn't play the game 'Prince of Persia 2008' coz' I got to be a prince in it, but coz' it made it possible to talk to you.
The war between the Gods Ormazd and Ahriman was all your fight, and I just came all the way from the deserts to help you.
And I helped you with the mighty powers and the little brain I had been bestowed with. A jerk as I am, I always flirted with you. But you always replied sensitively to all my senseless talks...

Running with you side by side, to defeat the monsters, the Alchemist, the Warrior, the Concubine and the Predator, I always knew that this was gonna be the first game I would ever complete in my life.
Coz' I wanted to be with you till the end of the game.
And when in the end you died, and the credits followed, I was extremely unhappy. But surprisingly after that I got a chance to resurrect you, even if it meant that the devil God Ahriman would be freed, and the entire battle would be undone.
But I did that for you.
And the irony is that even after resurrecting you, the game ended, and you were dead again.

Miss you, Elika.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

I want to own a Dog.


I want to own a dog.
I'll call it Love.
It will be always with me, but would understand that I might need to be alone some times.
It would come to me when I call it, and would always come to me when I call it.
It would demand biscuits and bones.
And I will give it the biscuits and the bones.
It will be angry at me sometimes.
But it will still have faith on me.
And It will forget all the grievances if I would apologize to it sincerely.
It would make sure that I take good care of it.
I would make sure that I take good care of it.
When I am down, it would help me cheer up again, and help me restore my faith on myself.
It would never leave me for a better master.
I would never leave it for a better dog.

And finally, It would appreciate my love for it, and it might loiter around with other dogs or masters, but at the end of the day, it would come back to me.

I want to own a dog.
But its a pity they don't allow one to keep a pet here at the hostels...




Alok.