Davaa Daaru Ek Saath

It is friday evening and the mood is high.
Its time for some Daaru.
May be that davaa can come handy the next day.
One day shall come when the doc would say,
"Ise davaa ki nahi Duwaa ki jarurat hai!!!"

Floor Decoration

A fresh wind in midst of dry summer.

I wouldnt have seen this movie on the occasion of 26th January 2006.
But it being a working day for few of the projects in our company and mine being one of them.

I had to attend office on 27th. So the holiday on 26th was going to be wasted.
What else could we do but watch a new released 'Rang de basanti'.

It was first day 3rd show but from the first row!
By the time we decided to watch the movie it was already 2 pm.
The 3:30 PM show was already full.

Abhilash and Yogesh were trying for Black tickets. But I guess Black was also sold out.
So we decided to go for the 9:30 show.

The film begins with a flash back scene. It cant be called flash back even. It starts during the freedom fighters era. A jailor's diary is read by his grand daughter. She is visualising the scenes.
She wants to make a documentary on Indian freedom fighter and so on the story goes ahead.



The first half goes on character building. Madhavan impresses with whatever role he has got. Even a second string actor could do that length of role. Madhavan's presence was not required at all.

Sue is a British person. Why do all the firangs in Hindi movies have to talk in Hindi? I don't think they speak that better Hindi. However Sue speaks with more authority. My favorite dialogue from her is "Tumhari maa ki aankh". Sure to learn any language one should start with the bad words from that language. :-)


The second half has been unnecessarily dragged. It could have been shorter. The end is not that comprehensive.

Songs were refreshing. Picturisation was superb. Aamir proved that Mangal Pande was a disaster and that he could have acted well in an another Bhagat singh movie if had it been made.

The end suggest that to change the corrupt system you should sacrifice your life. But is it really required in today's world? Killing a corrupt minister or a corrupt bureaucrat won't solve the problem!

Bhagat Singh sacrificed his life for the betterment of this country but at the same time there were leaders like Mahatma Gandhi with their sort of tactics.

Even now many people die due to 'whistle blowing' . If we have to change the system we have to change ourself.

We get our driving licence by giving bribe.
We get gas booking from the black market.
We purchase the tickets of such movies in black.
We provide false medical bills to avoid tax.
We send our children abroad to study when there are many world class institutions in India itself.




Finally i have to say one thing. Merely watching a film will not change anything.

To change the system we should change.
After all "WE" are the system!!!

Up Up and above!!!

I ever wondered if I can fly. I am not an adventurous kind of a person. So getting airborne was out of my imagination.
However I finally made up my mind to go for parasailing.
Me and my friend Narendra were all set for the adventure.

Scene 1:
I called up Narendra after getting his email about it.

"Hey Narendra! When are we going for parasaling?"
"Umm.. How about this sunday?"
"OMG. So soon!!!"
"Chal yaar. It would be fun".
"Ok..."


Scene 2:
"Hey Narendra!!! Kiti vel lagel tula anhi. It is already 10:30 Am. We have to reach there by 12:30 pm". I was very anxious. For the past one hour I was waiting at the Majestic bus stand for Narendra.
"khaarrrr,khrrrr< !- - courtesy BSNL connection --!>Are ata nighalo ahe. khrrrr....< !- -inaudible again --!>I will be there in 20 mins."
"OK!!"
I was thinking "Why people opt for cheaper mobile services against better service!!!" Any ways he could make out it was me. So the communication was made.

He landed on that Majestic stand at 11:30 am. So Bangalore traffic was awake on sunday mornings too. Hats off to you Bangalore!!!

Scene 3: Jakkur aerodrome.
I could see many birds flying over there. A close inspection revealed those birds were not birds but human beings. I was thrilled with the mere idea of leaving the ground and flying.
We registered over there and got the passes.
I was telling my self "This is your last chance. You can return back." I some how controlled my self.

Soon it was my turn. I was so excited. I was having goosebumps. Narendra was ready with his camera. He took as many snaps as possible.

The straps were tied and the other end of the rope was tied to a jeep.
The jeep was racing away and so was my breath. My heart started pounding heavily.
Suddenly the instructor instructed me ,"RUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN!!!". I started running.
I left my hand off the straps. It was no longer needed to hold it by hands. I was running ahead and then ..... I took off. I was an human kite.

I was in the air. OMG. I was flying. I was going up, up and above.
That was a miraculous moment.

Up there was a serene calm. That 360º panaroma was breathtaking.
The horizon which was curved till yesterday suddenly turned in to a circle.
There was no fear, no thoughts in my mind. I was enjoying each and every moment at that time.

Soon I realised that I was descending. The jeep had already halted at the other end. The landing was quite smooth. I landed like a feather.

Next was Narendra. He too enjoyed the flight. It was a lifetime experience for both of us.

On my way back home the sky was just replayed in my mind, again and again.

Truely awesome!!!

English is a funny languages!!! So are the peoples!!!

Well this is what Javed Jaffery might have said.
But English surely is a funny language. so are the people using it improperly.(Is this the correct usage, Well I am not sure. Anyways who cares?)

So here is small incident. My rommie Abhilash told me.

During our engineering days we had assignment submissions. Just before Viva submissions students used to gherao Ma'ams for corrections. On a summer afternoon we had a similiar procession going on in the physics lab. People had surrounded the only babe Ma'm of the college.

Suddenly WHAM!!!

Lights gone. No electricity. The atmosphere suddenly got explosive. Everybody started feeling sweaty.


In a feat of excitement the Ma'am exclaimed "I am hot!!! Please come one by one!!!"

No points for guessing the students had a better knowledge of English.

God damn no body took it seriously.
I mean the English language.

Ganapati Bappa Morya!!!

This is my first post. I never thought i would blog. But then there is always a first time for everything.

The title here is nothing but a praise to lord Ganesha. During begining of anything new I have a habit of doing it. Although I am not devout religious person I still believe it brings good luck.

But this is what comes from within when you are brought up in a typical middle class Maharashtrian family.

'Lost in Bangalore'
Yeah!!! I am lost here. Being from Mumbai I feel completely alien.
Mumbai is heaven. After nothing is as good as your hometown. I am missing it.
Well there is lots to be written and read.

This is too much for a first blog.

So here it is : My first Blog.
Hope I would post some nice things.