Sunday, April 29, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
allowing himself a reality check. For most part of the day, he kept walking with his eyes staring at the ground below. If not, then he'd be standing somewhere, lost in his own cloud. Well, some people like being depressed. It gives them a soothing feel like a warm smile in an air-conditioned office or something. Perhaps this guy in question was one of those. Who knows for sure? We're just speculating here. But he did look morose. After all, he never seemed at peace. Something was bothering him inside. If he had a lover, we could have figured out what his problem — other than the girlfriend — actually was. But he was too lonely to be associated with anyone, especially not from a fairer sex. He simply continued appearing worried, friendless and in dire need of a mention in someone's silly blog. If only he had somebody to share the fart-breaking news that he was suffering from piles and can't sit on his third eye as comfortably as he once could!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
In an ideal world, (add anything you want as the ideal world wouldn't give a shit about them).
In an ideal world, you and I would be in parallel universe wondering where we went wrong. In an ideal world, yawning would be a thing of the past and we’d have come up with something better than keeping our mouth open for no particular reason. People won't trouble each other with pointless questions like "How are you?" in an ideal world. Better still, people would give up talking voluntarily in such an ideal setup.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
“Long time ago….”, the teacher embarked on a journey that covered some of those large creatures who roamed on this planet before an asteroid decided to gatecrash their party. On knowing them, a little kid’s eyes widened and his brain doubted before the bell rang and everyone rushed out. He ran home and confronted grandma, “Have you seen a dinosaur?”
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
What is it about the eunuchs in this city that compels a person to take notice?
Abnormality? A ruthless dash of incoherent claps? Extravagant helplessness? Empathy? Insistence on making you shell out money against your wish? Excessive makeup? Adherence to sindoor? Voice? Beautiful face? Ugly face? Mockery of gender? Superstition? Belief in psychic powers? Sympathy? Respect for sari? Disrespect for sari? Noise? Societal breakdown? Rebellious outage? Colorful bangles? Mogra? Inadvertent reverse-discrimination? Unnecessary touchiness? Dystopian yet blissful existence? Abuse of Hindu mythology? Asexual perversion?
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Not that anyone is complaining but I haven’t updated my lousy blog in quite a long time. The reason behind this era-distorting act lies in my changing of priorities. In other words, I’ve got priorities now. Like beauty queens from India who think becoming a Hindi actress will save the world, I too am an entertainment journo now. Sorry, I forgot to add the word ‘wannabe’ in my previous sentence. But for all it’s worth, I’m busy chasing Bollywoodians nowadays and I’ve somehow convinced myself that this will ultimately save the world.
So far, so rude? Well, not exactly.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been meeting people from B-Town and I’ve got to admit I’m amazed and perplexed at the same time. Amazed by some big stars’ down-to-earthness and perplexed by some not-so-big-stars’ defiance of gravity. For instance, I met King Khan last week and passive-smoked three cigarettes within 16 minutes. I didn’t mind it since he came across as someone who knows what he’s talking about and answered all my queries. He was sharp, philosophical, witty and seemed very well-read. And by well-read, I mean he appeared to have read my conjectural article that got published in January!
I met other Bolly A-listers too but it’d be better if I don’t disclose them now. Maybe I should wait until I figure out where exactly to use ‘wannabe’ in a sentence.