Wednesday, February 28, 2007

War Journalism..

I've always wanted to be a journalist.. ever since i was 15 years old to be precise, and today after watching Kabul Express the desire has become stronger..

The movie revolves around 2 Indian TV journalists who travel all the way from Bombay for the ultimate news scoop.. Meeting the Taliban..

And in their long tiring journey they come across Fanatic Muslims, Bollywood crazy Afghanistans and a soldier of the hated Taliban who needs to escape the clutches of the Afghanis and run back to his home.. Pakistan..

On the outset this soldier (Imran Khan Afridi) appears to be a man with no emotions who beats the shit out of people and fires his gun with a drop of a hat..

But as he opens his heart out to these Indians in his own barbaric fashion he reveals to them that he is a wounded father who's aching to see his daughter, he's a cricket fanatic who believes strongly that Imran Khan is the best all round cricketer the world has seen and that he loves Indian ciggarettes..

My heart went out to this Taliban man, maybe most of the talibanis are heartless cruel gore machines but essentially they're human beings just like you and me.. They have a heart which beats as strongly as ours..

As for the background score of the movie, its absolutely brilliant.. it has the right feel.. eerie, haunting and it will stick on your brain for a long long time..


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Dizzee World times..

So TODAY was a really fun "i think im going to hurl any second" way DAY..

Confused..? You should'nt be.. The name of this post suggests it all.. MGM Dizzee World.. Ive been to hell and back.. :/

No im NOT exaggerating or over-reacting.. i have a phobia for heights and ALL the rides in this theme park are centered around heights..

I always wondered.. Why do people PAY for this kind of torture..? Are they out of their freaking minds..?

And today the answer came to me..

Anyplace, anywhere, anytime.. can be made fun if u're with the right company..

I still am scared of heights, but thanks to all my friends.. I went on ALL the rides.. every single one of them.. including the RANGER ride which stands upside down in midair for ONE whole minute..

The trick to all these crazy wobbly air rides is to just sit back, relax, enjoy the view, watch the coast line, the greenary and scream with all your guts every now and then..

My back hurts, my head is still spinning, and i cant feel my neck anymore.. But hey, whats this life for if you dont do something out of character every once in a while..?

In conclusion.. "Life is not about the number of moments u breathe in.. Life is about the number of moments that take your breath away.." as quoted by Will Smith in Hitch.. :)

Friday, February 23, 2007

My chomp chomp past..

So my past always manages to crawl slowly behind me, like a snake slithering slowly to pounce on her prey..

And when the time is right.. "CHOMP CHOMP.. *burp* *sigh* yes that was one tasty butt".. If my past had a voice she would say the above sentence..

Rewinding back to the time i was dating a drummer/guitarist scrawny dreamboat.. my 1st love and a lying two timing speck of humanity..

The typical case of denial.. (read MY denial) I failed to see that my cheese was getting stale.. I failed to see the signs of "he's screwing someone else".. and i found out about it a little too late.. ANYWAYS..! thats not the point of this post..

This is about another BOY i met during the same time.. So scrawny dreamboat two timer was having a gig at some vague place.. He gave me a vague address.. (read NON EXISTANT address).. so of course i HAD to go.. to fulfill my girlfriendly duties and be his groupie.. *sniff*

So i called the other BOY who i barely knew by the way.. we had NEVER met.. we had only chatted online and spoken on the phone.. but i needed a drop and a pick up.. (YES.. i was an oppurtunistic bitch back then)

So we met up.. exchanged helloes and set out to find the non existant venue of my exs' non existant gig..

We drove on his really cool MODIFIED enfield which made this roaring noise and had uber cool skull tatoo like stickers stuck all over it..

He drove for 3 hours straight.. :/ finally the shit hit the ceiling.. i realized that i had been taken for a ride.. literally and figuratively..

And after that i lost touch with BOY.. i associated him with this horrible day in my life..

Now fastforwarding back to TODAY.. i woke up early.. raced to the gym.. and who do i see working out on the EFX machine..? BOY..!!
I sucked in a huge gulp of air and drank 3 glasses of water..

I ran to the changing room.. Wore my shoes and wondered.. will he recognize me..? Should I say hello..?

I walked out confidently with an air of a person who was here for one mission alone.. PUMP IRON..

But my confidence notched down to zilch when i saw him again.. I got on the threadmill for my warm-up.. Kept looking at the glass in front of me to sneak a peak at him to see what he was upto.. after my 5 minute warm up was done i stepped off the threadmill and on to the stretch machine..

Finally i saw my trainer walking towards me,smiling broadly and probably thinking.. YES oh yes..!! time for yet another torture session.. *muuahahahahaha*

We got on to the weights immediately.. After finishing one set i gasped for water and air.. So i ran to the cooler again.. and there he was.. sitting on the sofa, throwing daggers from his eyes and frowning at me like i was a terrorist.. At that very moment i prayed and wished the earth would split open in two and take me down with her..

I should've said something then.. "Hi Vijay".. or "Im sorry" or "Hey remember me.. the horrible kid who made u drive around every nook and cranny of this city..?"

But i just gawked at him through sips of water panting profusely and sweating like a pig.. :/

And then i ran away.. back to my trainer and the machines..

Moral of the story : There's always a time and place for striking up a conversation.. Strike when the time is right or repent forever..

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

The voices..

The promises made
The memories nurtured
The moments lived and re-lived
Was it all a lie..??

Where'd you go leaving me all alone to to my demons
You promised to stand by me come what may..
But when i turned around I saw only my dark shadow

I fool myself into believing i'm unaffected
I wake up every morning with a tiny little ray of hope which fades away as the hours pass by..

I try not to remember the good times
It only wakes up the pain that sleeps inside my chest..

You called me your child, you protected me from the icy winds of life
And now i'm cold and shivering with no one to turn to..

You were the only one who knew my fears and wiped my tears
Where'd you go leaving me broken and incomplete..?

Bring me back to life
Make me whole again
Make the dark demons go away..