Got Kissed.....Got Wild....Got Killed

Before we could get a glimpse of the work of India’s latest offering to the world, she gets tarnished and the work destroyed. It would be interesting to check out what’s going on in Kaaya’s mind …. like Cinderella, where life splashed her with all goodies of the world for a night, only to strip her to the minimal next morning. Perfect rags--riches-–rags story added with a great emotional turmoil, which can’t be gauged. She could be left poorer than the poorest soul emotionally unless she manages herself well…… Guess she can actually start writing her comeback second book about her own self, which surely is a great script. :)

If you get an eye on the phrases that are supposedly “lifted” from other authors, you will start wondering about all the fuss that’s created, those phrases seem so harmless, they could occur to anyone, like a phrase “I LOVE YOU” does not have a owner, these could have occurred to most of us at some point of time. I feel they are more of a inspirational writing for better expression of thought than copying the thought itself….. at least, the book’s not a copier machine output and those forty copied phrases they talk about is actually spread across the book for anyone to actually take notice of them.

Well we all have grown up reading/being influenced by a lot of great stuff and obviously our own thoughts are more or less a collective mixture of them added with a dash of spice which our own individuality and experience oozes. I think every act we do is a copy from something, from brushing teeth to driving to what ever.... the fact that we buy a book is because its got something new which the authors own imagination gives and I guess Kaavya should be given at least the credit that she wouldn’t flick a Shakespeare’s classic, changed names here n there and put her name on it ….. right

Wonder how the usage of those phrases alone could be a determining factor of sales or popularity if any. The ugly head of capitalism pops up in publishing, where the driving force of a book release is more a money matter that even dictates the number of pages, and the permissible content of a book than the thoughts that they convey. Well its not that I have read Kaavya’s book and impressed by its “thought provoking” material nor the fact that I have been captivated by her beauty and the Harvard status is in anyway influencing me in taking a stand for her sake. Its jus that the role that money plays in the whole set up pisses me off…….. Jus like Meg Ryan’s sweet little book place was eaten away by Tom Hanks corporate swindler.And for all the publishers and fellow authors who think they are offended by such “copies” they have the law to sanction it.

Capitalism ……….. something is wrong somewhere …. Jus like anything else…

If such inspired writing amount to “stealing” or the other royalty issue, then Ford should have been the only car manufacturer in the world and every cell phone sold should increase the pockets of Alexander Grambell’s great grand children in the name of royalty. Or every love story that’s written amounts to plagiarism of Romeo Juliet. And the British Queen should get a dime for every English word uttered.

Hey if anyone of you is fortunate to lay hands on opel …. Please pass her on ……

to get KISSED ……… and get WILD……

Bangalore Showers ...

Come the second half of April and the customary showers to clean-up Bangalore are on. A nature’s lineament that has a task of cleansing the year round material n emotional filth that scar our city. The shower probably delayed its arrival by a couple of days on purpose .......... knowing the kind of tribute we pay for our fellow men. Well we did need nature to do the clean-up act, for all the blood that shed and the fire that blazed, which probably gave a “complex” to the sun god, making him pack his bags n hide behind the clouds. Anywayz, A nice Saturday afternoon to bring us some chill after days of burning sun n city was always welcome. Rain surely did bring a smile back on Bangalore, added to the great Indian win in “doosra Lagaan” scripted by Bangalore’s own boys rahul n robin.....

Nostalgia did made its rounds..... by the smell of mud, making me kick the footwear to get a naked touch of the nature’s finest gift…… But the mind and heart cudn’t want to do justice to it........ as was partly occupied with the thoughts of the 8 souls n other 243 spited ones, which were not as ‘worthy’ as the one they gave tribute too.

Bangalore…. did show its “true” colors, to give reality a check, after years of talks jus around its silicon valley status…

At times like these.... I think...the city never sleeps ……. it can’t ….. in shame…. as all that we do ..... is to think bout it, talk bout it .... n finally forget it.... i guess nature needs to do a clean-up on our minds too..........

Friends..

One of those days...

One of those days, when nothing seems to go your way… you get up with a rick in your neck, ulcers in your mouth, ………seems like even the sun woke up at the wrong time… n then you recall the thorny, important chores scheduled for the day, the meetings that can’t be ignored, the things that got to be done…..

And then … after your inevitable morning routine, the day kicks off … smelly socks, sore throat, stiff neck, ruptured oral cavity and hotttttt sun…. your bike, the only gud thing that runs, runs out of fuel….. added to the adventurers journey of the day…. you forget to carry the important papers that form a matter of discussion with your client, and all the calls you receive for the day form the matter of disgust,…..grrrRRR “smash the phone”.... nothing seems to go right …..................aaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAA……............. feels like fleeing to Africa……

As the “SOUL” of the day is set …. even a scope of delicious icecream wudn’t save you …..the clock takes it own sweet time to tick as you go bout questioning your existence on the planet….. and virtually doing nothing other than pulling your hair!!!!

One of those days ……. When nothings goes your way……… untill the sun sets ---at the right time……….. AND THEN……… a couple of calls gives way for a brush with your buddypals….. you kiss the phone, suddenly has bcome the best thing in your life, …..your bike rips, as a tiger thats found its prey…… and your “Soul’, ---enlightened as that of a monk on top of a mountain….. FINALLY you meet the "gang", 'your own', 'pieces of you'….. …….. your struggles for the day seems ages, pain past, and the evening looks as if it shudn’t end……. and WHAT A TRANSFORMATION…….jus over a cup of coffee, lotz of senseless words, PJ’s, few moments of silence, and loads of laughter over nothing…… suddenly the whole meaning of life is defined, and Africa seems to have become a distant place….

“Friendship”, …. hats off to the men who coined the word for this relationship, one of the finest motives for us to lead our lives, the most treasured possession which money can't buy….. “Friendship”…. probably tops the list of the best things in life …… jus like………….hot cup of chocolate on a rainy day,… long silent drive on an open highway,… the lush green leaves and colorful flora one the primitive days of spring,… a beautiful smile of an innocent child, ….the wagging tail of your pet,…. sun going down the beach,…. snowfilled mountains ……and ofcourse Africa….. the list cud go on ………

At times like these, when you look bac, and see as to how fortunate you are to have a bunch of grt guyz …… whom you are proud to call them your friends…… with whom you can share the thoughts which your own mind hasn’t heard off….. whom, you can always count on no matter what ……who are 'there for you' regardless the time, distance,place……. with whom your ego seems to have lost its form and feels non-existent….. with whom you can see parts of your own, which the mirror couldn’t …… with whom you are YOU…..

My Thanks, to one of the finest intangible, invaluable creation of life……..

By the way, the sun did wakeup at the right time …… on one of those days....

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Surya M

To Mr. Valentine

To
Mr. Valentine.

Permanent Address: Heaven …I hope..
(after exciting millions of heart and corporate cash vaults)

Temp. Address only on 14th Feb: In hearts freshly exchanged and on nerves of those who takes care of their respective hearts.

Before my calendar reminds me of the people I need to wish on their birthdays on the dawn of Feb… the world seems to be gearing up for celebrating the day presumably in your honor…. Well congratulations … the next big festive celebration of a man after the Christ himself….. u probably taught that in between the hatred filled 364 days let’s put in a day dedicated to love. But just the way the eternal meaning of “love” has under gone changes as Thames flows by…. that 1day of yours seem seems to have changed too, to follow the “two is company” rule ….. irrespective the gender.

I would like to bring in to ur notice that there is a certain population who don’t seem to be too happy bout that 1 day of yours…. blaming you for being so insensitive to those who don’t need/have another soul to “complete” them… … and for those who have to answer the annoying questions bout what they r doing on the Vday, whom they r goin out with or simply “WHAT… u rn’t goin out???? questions …. ..as if the sky falling on Astrix’s head has came true..…

Well when it comes to me…… I don’t know if I belong to the “don’t need” or the “don’t have” category… but to confess … the pendulum has moved on either side … jus waitin for it to settle …… but tell u wat red roses have never been on the ‘best things list’ of my life ….. they look so plastic …smell so perfum-ish .. …. Jus like the ppl possessing them ….and when it comes to them ….. I don’t understand whether they r assuring themselves bout their ‘love’ to each other or jus want ppl around watching them to acknowledge the they “belong” to the “happening” n “fortunate” set of lives… well all I do is to give a “u don’t know wat ur wasting” smile … and assure myself about the important schedules/things I have…. But there’s one thing u have really helped me in ……. If I have a business of my own …… I know when n when exactly to put my selling expenditure and do my business promotion…… thank you for that …. Its all about money,Honey!!!

And all those organizations which seem to be against you …. Jus make sure to enlighten the ignorant lot bout ur grt cause by free publicity in form protests ….nothing against them …. They do their part and steal a bit of limelight … and ofcourse give company to my ‘class’of ppl….who don’t have to self-pity as there is a lot of support …

So for all those who have been saved from the red roses n chocolate hearts …… HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY ….. is wat the message say while doing its rounds …..
Hey wait a minute …… shouldn’t I include your name in this list tooo …. Jus couldn’t find ur gurl friend’s name …

n as I wait for more water to flow and the pendulum to stop…..…. The Show must go on…………..
Thanking you,


Yours “lov”ingly
Surya

P.S : And with all the things in “…..” I am referring the best dictionaries to get the right meanings ….

Rang De ...

Rang de ...

Awake …

Before the world takes “Lord” Bush’s remarks about fearing Mother India and its good old neighbor, seriously and repeat the Mighty British Empire’s saga, which kind of already began …. Let us arise from our state of clever ignorance of ignoring the uncomfortable …..

Rang de …. Puts a mirror in front of us, which went missing for the last half a century in imbibing the “comfortable” way of living..... after generations have spent their lives dreaming, thinking, praying, craving and fighting for a cause....a distinguishable cause….

Rang de …. brings back to our mind the issues ….. which we wouldn’t like to see, hear, think for the uncomfortable feeling it produces …… where we can always wash our hands by blaming the "system", “politicians” or even Mr.Gandhi for every goddamn thing, thus alienating ourselves not gettin our hands dirty …. Guess the “Chalta hai”…. has gone too far.

Rang de …. doesn’t talk about pseudo patriotism of Pak bashing or Cricket loving ….. nor does it preach about the kadhi clad culture which was a weapon for a specific time and purpose …. jus like wars are not fought with swords anymore.

Rang de … talks about ownership of our country …. Well we would do much more than blaming our maids or broken vacuum cleaners for our messy homes …..

Rang de … talks about responsibility ….. and the first trait of being responsible is Confusion …. That exactly seems to be the state of mind of our director too …. because the moment the boys of our movie grow up to be “men” the story falls apart … the twist which has excited the critics in spending a lot of ink ….. but tell u what… non of them/us could have ended the movie in a better/worse way than what it has been …… because our own confusion would have done the unimaginable, just like blasting trains or making salt were different means for a same cause… though looked like a unworthy act but did nurture a revolution….

Well we could start abstaining…. from throwing paper as waste on roads to throwing paper as money to get our jobs done…


Well apart from the wonderful script, Mr. Rakesh Mehra does a great job with the camera, the landscape, AR Rehman and the troupe………….. the shots are just amazing …. the contrast and the similarities between the protagonists and the historic figures they play is breathtaking...

Highly Recommended…..as it’s food for thought …. to awake and arise……

and highly not Recommended --- Popcorn …. The tummy is already upset with the feeling of our unworthy existence…… after watching the likes of Bhagat singh and the massacre of Jallianwala bagh…

RANG DE …………. LET’S ADD COLORS TO LIVES!!!!!!!!!