Love my friend, is a dangerous thing.

Wake up Sid

Wake up Sid
Direction:Ayan Mukherjee
Rating:***
Jo barse sapne boode boode
naino ko moode moode
kaise me chalu
dekna na saku
anjane rastein…
Finally I did watch Ranbir and Konkona. I would love to write about it but at the moment it’s 12:55 a.m, my back is aching, my eyes are sore and I lost a edited version of a file I have been working for the past three hours.Somebody help me!

Yupiee I did find it. I am tired and all I can remember is Ranbir kapoor.I am too tired to write. I will tomorrow. For now, good nite

Now, I am back. Well, this is not a conventional review and it’s more about me and less about the movie.More than six months ago I remember going to a site and reading about a new movie starring Konkona and Ranbir. I did comment and even left my e-mail address.

Promises:III

I will

Thousands of miles as a crow flies
Millions of years as time glides by
I will wait
And if I must,I will come your way
I will not forsake you
I will not promise and keep you waiting
I say this not to make you happy
I say this for myself
I say it to show you a mirror
I say it to prove why you can never be me
I am impassive
I am solemn
I am silent
I am a bird in a cage
I do not belong to the skies
I do not live by nature
I live by myself
Yet in all indulgences, I do not know the magic you do
I declare I do not need them
I am not built to bask in another’s sorrow
Deep inside you must know what you do
If it is wrong, right or just
Why I perish and you do not?

Promises:II

By the setting sun

By the witness of this setting sun and solemn water
I take your hand not in obvious lust
Not to last until the sun sets between those faraway trees
Not until my body or yours reigns this earthly retreat
Beyond the expanding waters before us, that one day reaches the sea
Beyond the skies that holds the divine spark of this sunset
I hold your hand with my body and soul
I do not fear and I do not worry
As I now promise, you must know I will live by it
I will not deceive and I will not forget

Promises:I

Boat to heaven

There’s a place called heaven
There’s a man who will take you their
Sometimes for the favor, he will seize your soul
But sometimes he will take you for free

Diwali

It’s been one exact week I wrote a entry. This week did start with some drama and tonight it’s Laxmi puja. The neighbourhood boys are attempting to dance. From their regular cries for ‘change’ and Alisha Chennai’s blazing never heard song, one can comprehend they are shuffling for that one song to dance the night away but they haven’t found it yet. But now, the claps are signaling something else- thay must be enjoying the number. I would like to see who’s dancing but its risky and I am content at the moment playing with the keyboard keys.

The past week started with some tragic drama, then the days settled into long lazy ones and now its ended with colors and light. I did want to write about what really happened last sunday but I didn’t and now what I say is ‘let bygones be bygones’. Hey! some uncle seems to have joined the young lads and now they are dancing to some remix ‘Ha..ha..ha…’Martaba’. Now I remember, it’s that number from ‘All the best’. I can’t comprehend why someone would want to give someone a rose with his car upside down. What was Ajay Devgan thinking when he decided to go along with the project.I don’t want to know or watch the movie. The movie’s just another Diwali dump on audiences.

saturday slog

He is asking others for photocopies and she panics. The gatekeeper smiles at our plight and shows us the way out.So we run around on a saturday morning for a photocopy machine. She runs ahead and I follow. I am suddenly distracted by a drugged boy standing in front of a huge electric pole. It’s covered with posters of ‘Nishana’. A red line on Dilip Rayamajhis tummy reads ‘Do you love me?’. The boy keeps staring and staring.

After a few hours we are at a cyber cafe staring on to the monitor and finding out codes. We labor for around two hours only to be asked to pay 68 $.So much for time and money. It gets added to a tint of bad luck.Then hungry like cats who could eat cucumbers we storm into GG. I overpay for cold momos and oily samosas and then we part ways.

My stomach is not feeling too well and my eyes are soar.The road ahead is unusually quiet.There are no public vehicles, only rows of police officers with helmets and shields. The prime minister is attending a function at Asoka Hotel.I am lucky to find a bus to take me home. The man next to me is in deep sleep and often forgets that I am not a pillow.The little kid behind me has just bought a new whistle and can’t stop blowing it.My ear drums are rattled. Her dad scolds her and she finally stops. The bus drives on slowly.There’s not much dust on the otherwise dusty road.I look outside the window.There’s a sun pillar and a lonely kite flying across the city.