Love Aaj Kal...

a review...


awesome movie....IF u r able to ignore the unreal things in it....

i mean, it gives wrong hope to the losers, who think they can get back with that someone they lost...whereas wat i believe is, once u decide to separate, there's no going back....there's a Ross n Rachel only in sitcoms...

but i cant get over Deepika....i mean...she cant act..at all..but damn, is she beautiful or what!!! was ogling at her like a kid looking at candy...(with similar intentions in mind)...AHEM.

and well, as one o my frenz said, d people in their 40s look awesome! i mean...i am not one to compliment d male stars...but Saif...a class apart....awesome acting...wonderful dancing...and even better looks....

me and my friends made a few observations....interesting ones...and some pretty funny..

1.Meera calls Jai to talk to him, just after the wedding...and Jai ends up blabbering for the next 10 minutes, and goes away...same as is d case through out d movie...i mean, i know she cant speak well...but koi toh dialogue diya hota Deeps ko? :P

2.Meera realises that something is wrong with her marriage to dat loser guy(don rem. d name of d character) , in the morning, AFTER d suhaag raat....i think she found discrepancies in performaing capacities of Jai and d guy....and then found out...oh no! Jai was much better!!! :P

3. NO story beats that of Harleen and Veer....totally makes you nostalgic...and makes you wanna live in that era of sharam-haya.....loved d part where he tells d order of activity.....pyar>>izehaar>>bagawat>>shaadi.....awesome, no?

4. irony....deepika shown as d most logical and practical person in the world, in the first half....n she only waits like a fool, for Saifu to "realise"..."on his own"...and then come to her....ummm...well...argh!!! :P is this is wat love turns you into....god bless... ;)

5.Deepika....i mean, i love ur looks n all....but PLEASE learn acting...come to FTII even...i got some contacts on d inside there...maybe i can catch her in d midst of a shoot, and work my charms on her..... :P

and i just cracked d joke of d century!!! :D :P

but on d whole, dimaag baju me rakhke deepika ko dekhne k liye good movie.... :D

NjoY LyF!!! :D

chamarie!!!

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i request all the following people to identify themselves to me....

visitors from -
1. Chicalim, Goa;
2. Mumbai, Maharashtra;
3. Southborough , Massachussets ;
4. San Jose, California.
5. Any random place whose name i see on d right side live traffic feed...



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life is suddenly so simple....


all those complications are gone....all doubts are cleared.....i can see through the haze...make out shapes...and even names...


how, why, n when....who comes in ur life....is a mystery....makes me wanna join a buddhist monastery.... :P


it's all bright now.....green...yellow....all pleasant....and the flow keeps coming on....and on....and on...


while i find within myself, a new shade of blue...none witnessed hitherto....bringing new meaning to the epitome of success...satisfaction...and love..............


love theeself....love thee lover.....and love thee life....


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suddenly....



suddenly...i am calm...


suddenly...there's a coolness in my palm...


suddenly...you make me feel wanted....


suddenly...i want to take life for granted...


you make me laugh...


fill in my life's empty trough...


i love you.....


my new 5800....


:D

ok...


now the readers are getting demanding!!! want new posts all d time... :P



well, here goes PB...a new post on ur insistence...



lonavla was awesome!!!


the journey was also interesting...NJ insisted on taking pics of any and everything...including a VERY sidey poster in d hotel we stopped for breakfast in... :O

although i had to sit in a very cramped up crappy front seat, cuz o some stupid people......grrr...PB....grrr..... X-(


and then we entered d ghaat section....d most awesome part of it all...the rains...the greenery...etc..etc...


we had a gr8 time walkin down d old highway....although poor NJ's feet hurt later on... :(

but it was tooo good to take snaps on d rail track...stupid PB was bout to be blown away with the train, standing so close to the track :O


d clouds decided to suddenly pour like there was an hour of the rainy season left on them...and we somehow managed to get back into d car...


but it feels so good...to be with people who don care how you are...wat you do...n at d most will give you a look that says "why me"..? :P but you know, inside you, that you can be urself with these guys...

no need to pretend...no need to flirt...no need to be a "dude"...and no need 2 crack "quality" jokes...u can crack d silliest jokes...and still know, that they like you the way you are...

it was awesome PB, PP, NJ, KK....we had a gr8 time...


and then there are the omni-present chichores...

cant imagine living without meeting you guys for more than two days now....awaitin the muscat'y chichori to join in....then our group will be complete...and also wish DK was here...damn you , you yoga chichora...come to pune!!! :D


and life goes on............

Njoy LyF bloggers... :D

Just when you thought it's begun....

Just when you thought it's begun....an Affair comes to an end...

Just when you thought your struggles are over...they sweep you off ur feet, in a new legend...

Just when your time is right, your goal moves a tad bit out of sight...

Giving your fighting spirit a new vigour..a new found flight!!

Just when you thought it's over....it comes to haunt you....in the night.....

-dunno wat i was trying to say here....well...at least it sounds good... :P

Alone...

Confined lie my crude remains...within the crucifix of my solitary veins...

Abandoned are those crowded memoirs...for me are not those friendly choirs...

Alone again, left to cry...bereft from it all, i do, but try...

When those happy times run amiss...wishing on my angel, fairy godmother...you i kiss...

- written sometime in 2007-08-09...

don remember when....

thanx AJ for restoring my long lost poems.....

SAJJANGAD + KAAS LAKE

man!

did this trip rock or wat!!!

first of all..a salutation to all my fellow chichoras of GMCS ... ppl, we rock to d core!!! :D

now bout d trip...

man!

sajjangadh had such an awesome mausam!!!

when we reached there, it felt like any other day...all bright and sunny....but we had hardly begun to climb the stairs, that it started to rain....first a light drizzle, then a storm, then back to the drizzle, accompanied by clouds surrounding us all around.....it was feeling so damn good!!

then we had the most filling "prasad" in the temple "bhojanalay"...felt good....

then i had a much-needed, only-guys walk, with our kavi mahashay, his jeej, and our seemingly-serious-chichora....

and then we went back to get the others, on to the wind point...the wind was so strong, that even i felt pulled by the air a bit...(now, for those who know me,or have seen me, you surely know, that is quite a terrific wind speed) and it again started to get all misty...with rains pouring on us....omg! was it awesome or wat!!!

and of course, as was the tradition, we took a gazillion snaps of everybody...and there was posing by miss "jus-shut-up-ya"...and miss a-and-n....(d "controversial" jodi)..with everybody...and well...anybody!! :P

then we moved on to kaas lake....god damnit! is dis place beautifull or wat...

felt so good! the wind there felt so cleansing, that i jus held out my hands, and took long, deep breaths for more than 5 minutes....and i think even our desi-boy did the same....and then, all d chichoras found it too difficult to resist the urge to jump into the water...and then began half-an-hour of water splashing and chichoregiri, as usual...

on the way back, ppl were gettin too nostalgic....even i mourned on a recent loss a bit....but thank god you guys were there!!! can't imagine wat i wuda done if i had felt that sadness when i was alone....love you all for making me feel good....

it's strange how you never even asked me wat happened, yet made me feel ok bout it....thanx mr.poet chichora and our engaged photographer chichora..... ;)

and then, in true chichora style, i am still receiving chichore messages, giving funny updates bout our fellow chichoras....

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NjoY LyF bloggers!

hill stations are hot.

as in, literally....temperature -wise....

last time i went to matheran, it was hot....this time shimla was hot...

i mean, why d hell does global warming follow me every time i wanna cool down!!! X-(

newys, at least d rooms were gr8...as usual...club-m hotels are a class apart....and so is the service...jus wish i had gone 2 this resort after it had settled for a year or so....too many amenities lacking... :(

rajdhani express while going was a gr8 experience....if u can ignore the sucky food...too cold air conditioning...and loud neighbours...

it was like, i challenge you to like this train ride. :-

the neighbours decided 2 argue on whether they should have brought two more bags for the shopping.....at 1 in the night...i threw some empty "campa-cola" bottles (jus like everything else, m sure this is a company that survives on indian railways supplier contracts) at them...but they were jumping around so much, that they skilfully ducked them...

the only relief (or compulsory entertainment) was an aunty from kanpur....continuos chabad-chabad....man! jus start one topic, and mrs kanpur express would start off...and not stop ever!!! i wondered how the husband is alive so long....he had, as can be surmised, lost ability to talk for more than 3 syllables at a time...

but then, there was a good side to it...got 2 know a different angle to a very old mythical lore...

everyone knows eklavya's story....well, d twist in that, is that he was asked to donate his right hand's thumb to Dronacharya...and he was a left handed guy...

so in effect, he continued his archery, and arjun also got confidence that he was now the best archer in the whole universe...

the lessons to be taken here are, that no true teacher will ever ask for the ultimate sacrifice from a disciple....

and secondly, we need to find out ways to concentrate on what we are supposed to do....arjun's job was to defeat d kauravas...and not to become the best archer ever to exist...

also, achievement and recognition are mutually exclusive...although eklavya was d best archer, he never got fame...and although arjun got fame as the best, he wasn't...

life is strange...

now meri hi case le lo...i think i am the most avid blogger....but my reader stats say otherwise....

hmm...maybe i am not meant to achieve fame, but just keep practicing my awesome powers of blogging.... :P

and then, there was delhi airport while coming back...

time of departure on booking ticket --> 8:20 p.m.

updation through sms from airline --> 8:50 p.m.

departure announcement at airport --> 9:20 p.m.

filling of passengers into aircraft like bhed-bakri's --> 9:50 p.m.

time spent on tarmac of runway, unable to get clearance for take-off, with very low air cooling, and occasional claustrophobic attacks --> 10:10 p.m to 11:10 p.m

actual departure -->11:20 p.m.

in effect, we reached pune at 1:30 a.m, instead of the originally scheduled 10:30 p.m...

thank god the two uncles who had volunteered to pick us up from the airport had brought some good movie to see in the car...else they would have surely cried out a blood abomination... :P

and then, imagine our plight...there were no conveyor belts to bring our bags to us...yes. Pune airport sucks big time. X-(

we had to manually pick our bags, and form a human chain to get them to their respective owners.. #@$@#$%$%$#!@$#!$@$# airport authorities.

and all the "guard" there was doing to help, was to shout at anyone seen outside the security cordon, trying to get his/her bag to safety... and what is it with these sucurity people, i fail to understand...when they cant handle the situation, they jus call a superior...and in all the 4-5 cases this has happened in front of me , by the time the "senior officer" arrives, everything has calmed down, and the civilians have managed to sort things out themselves.

if you ask me,the woman from the airline, who herself was taking out all the bags from the tractor-trolleys, was a more deserving candidate for the post of that superior officer...she was very polite, and doing work, as if it was her "gharcha saman"...

newys, after the ordeal we finally reached home-sweet-home...which was AT LEAST 15 degrees cooler than any place we went to on the trip...making me wonder, why we took all the pains of going for the trip in the first place...

truly feels good to be back...

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