What were u trying Mr. kashyap??

Yes... you guys have guessed it rite... I am one of the few unfortunate souls who have been subject to a gnuine torture called No smoking... and guys.. trust me.. i am yet to recover..

Now my friends say thats i am the biggest movie buff around and i find 99.99% of movies fantabulous.. and that, unfortunately is true...

But this one movie falls in the 0.01% category.. now dont get me wrong here.. i am not your typical movie buff here.. i actually eat, breathe and sleep ( well not sleep.. ahem... how can someone slep with movies??) movies of all genre.. i actually like movies like shabd (Mr. Dutt and Mrs. Bacchan Jr.) , like Babel... which were abstract to say the least and yet captivated me..

and quite honestly.. i went to see this movie ( with 4 other friends... and u can imagine my plight considering i recommended this movie) keeping in mind the abstract theme ... but there is a difference between showing your imaginative genius to the world and taking the audience to a ride... thats exactly what Mr. Kashyap has done.. cant believe this is the man who gave us Black Friday..

Can i have my 170 bucks back!!!

and btw.. i am going to Jab We Met tonite ... anyone interested???

and oh.. pass the popcorn please...

You

You came into my life an year back,
you made it spin 360 degree.

You made me see a whole new perspective,
something which i dared not to see.

You showed me what friendship really was:) ,
its beyond movies. . Pubs. . And shopping.

You have slowly changed me as a person, thought me the significance of discipline..

You are the reason i am surviving in this big bad city,
you are the reason i wont ever let it go.

You are my best friend. You are the reason i am smiling. I know you will kill me when you read this.

But i just wanna say. . Thank you.

In the middle of the night

Saturday night. . Or rather sunday morning. . Its nearly one thirty . . A freak call from vodafone. . And i am wide awake.
Just have some things vent inside me. . Why is it that the things in life you treasure most are the ones which are seemingly impossible to get. . And yet there are some souls in this world who have in served on a platter. . Even those who do not even realize the true worth of it. .
God. . There are not many things in my life which i really really want. And this. . I do. . Dont take this away from me.

I Love this Game

I am lucky.... i am one lucky lucky guy ... how else would you explain this:


2.30 pm yesterday.... me sitting in front of my computer in office, checking out cricinfo.com , cursing my luck that i am sitting in front of my dumb computer and not watching the game... India Vs. Australia... probably Sachin's last One Day at Mumbai.. and ask any cricket aficionado and he will tell you... how big an occassion that is...

Suddenly, i hear a flutter behind me , Its my boss... Damn.. I shut down all the windows ... My boss strides towards me with a sense of purpose... does he know i managed to open cricinfo in office???

and then the Magic Words " Rahul, wanna see the match today???"

for once i couldnt believe my ears... Is he Joking??? Surely!

I take the bait .." Yeah!! Of course... who doesnt!"

and then he fiddles in his pocket.. and out come two tickets ... i blink my eyes in disbelief... is this real???

Ten minutes... thats all it took for me to shut down my computer... get out of office.. and reach wankhede... ( yes.. my office is stone's throw away from the stadium)

My friend was already there waiting for me ( He told his boss he had to pick up a friend from the airport.. old excuse... but works every single time! )

the next seven hours i had the ball of my life.. a part of the screaming 50,000 odd fans cramped inside the stadium... it was well worth it...

The roar in the stadium when Sachin came into bat.. was something you gotta see to believe ... the pressure was unbelievable..and yet this little fellow has been doing it for the last 18 years of his life...

I have been a cricket fan since childhood... i love this game... my hands itch to bat when i see kids playing in azad maidan... but i have other things to do... sitting in front of computer every day and working on some stupid office crap... for example....

But when i see the passion this game invokes in all of us.. the joy, the sadness... the extreme reactions... i know that for all of this... this more than a mere game... some say its a religion...

I say its my life :)

and btw... we won.... and it was the perfect icing on the cake....

Monday Blues...

Sorry guys... This is gonna be a depressing post... because thats what i am feeling right now.. and if i wont vent it out here.. then where else right??

I was talking to a friend yesterday.. who was really a good friend till very recently.. when things really went downhill and unfortunately there is no looking back now... she said something to me which got me thinking...
" Rahul, your priorities have changed" ..

yes dear... maybe they have... maybe you have realized it too late .. bcoz when i gave you all the priority in this world... you were too busy making a mockery outta it... you had gotten used to it..

but in the end .. thats whats gonna happen rite... you go your way and i go mine... because there nothing else other than that to it... i will hate myself forever.. for the fact that i was so blind.. for the fact that i didnt see it coming whe the whole world saw it... or maybe i did... but i was too busy being a loyal friend...

and whats worse is... you still have the audacity to tell me that my priorities have changed.. oh now you wanna be a priority.. do you?? sorry girl... you cant have your cake and eat it too...

you keep smsing me... and call me... that why dont we meet up now...
i ask you lady... what about the times when i wanted to meet up .. when i wanted you to be there for me... why do you expect that i will be there for you now... FACE IT... i am not on a charity trip here...

and the worst part is .... i am still supposed to be a friend.

Its finally come to this!

well.. it had to actually... after a lifetime of devilishly fattening and waist increasing food habits... it had to happen...

I have joined a gym... :(

and thats no mean task... it took a lot of pestering ( read pushing) from friends... an odd scarcasm filled qoute from sis... ( arre itna mota hoga to acchi biwi nahi milegi!!... huH!! ) ... and finally .. with the weigh scales tippling over at 81 kgs... was enough motivation...

and so i took that dreaded trip to the nearest talwalkars... filled up the form ... paid the money ( read: burnt a HUGE hole in my credit card account) ...

i was finally at the mercy of the trainer... he looked at me from head to toe... shook his head... gurrrr... and then instructed... on the spot jogging for a min NOW!!... now... i thought ( the keyword here is i THOUGHT) that i was pretty good atleast at my fitness level .. if nothing else... but boy... was i wrong...

15 secs into the jog... and i had already broken into a sweat... 30 secs.. and i was gasping for air... 45 secs... and i felt as if i was having a mini heart attack!!!

what happened in the remainder of the session is too gross to be mentioned here... :) ...

by the end of it... the trainer had only one thing to say... " Aap aise karoge to nahin hoga..." .. huh!!! after one hour of sweating... putting my body through the torture... what more is expected!

and as instructed .. for some time now... its goddbye to all pizzaz, burgers.. and such yummy stuff... :(...

but all i can do... is stare here...

Chuk De!!!

"Sattar minute. Sattar minute hain tumhaare paas. Shaayad tumhari zindagi ke sabse khaas sattar minute. Aaj tum achha khelo ya bura, yeh sattar minute tumhe zindagi bhar yaad rahenge. Aur kaise khelna hai, aaj main tumhe nahin bataoonga. Bas itna kahoonga ki jao aur yeh sattar minute jee bharkar khel lo. Kyunki iske baad aane wali zindagi mein chahe kuch sahi ho ya na ho, chahe kuch rahe ya na rahe, tum haaro ya jeeto, lekin yeh sattar minute tumse koi nahin chheen sakta. Koi nahin. Toh maine socha ki is match mein kaisa khelna hai aaj main tumhe nahin bataaoonga balki tum mujhe bataoge. Khelkar. Kyunki main jaanta hoon, ki agar yeh sattar minute is team ka har player apni zindagi ki sabse badhiya hockey khel gaya toh yeh sattar minute khuda bhi tumse waapas nahin maang sakta. Toh jao. Jao aur apne aap se, is zindagi se, apne khuda se, aur har us insaan se jisne tumhe... tumpar bharosa nahin kiya, apne sattar minute chheen lo."

Take a bow, SRK! an entire 2.50 hour movie without twitching the left eyebrow, without hamming, without being called Rahul, Raj or Aryan... and yet captivating the nation.. not bad!

To say that i loved this movie would be an understatement.. but dialogues like the one above have made this movie more than just another sports movie... the girls are splashing on every possible channel... the haryanvi jat, the chandigarh sex bomb, the patiala di kudi. :)

Well Done, SRK..