It takes one to know one

it has happened to me before, a song i have heard umpteen times before,suddenly seems more meaningful,more soulful.a one liner i had never been able to understand suddenly comes alive.everything suddenly falls into place in a moment of epiphany.and i wonder then why i didn't understand it the first time i came across these , and i realise i wasn't ready then.i am more mature now.what is maturity but coming back to the same problem with greater preparedness...greater experience.each day something gets added to our repertoire of experiences.and then if u can recall... something surely becomes clearer.so what i do now is read, remember and wait till it strikes me with its meaning.all i can do is wait..but often its worth it.
i knew it was a nice line even when i first read it..but perhaps its only now that i understand what khaled hussaini meant when he said for u a thousand times over....

Thumba thanks ....demystified

5 people from a mediocre undergraduate college wanted to go to "THE IIM-B" annual fest and decided they were upto it.1 of them atleast went for the sole reason that he had no chance of entering it in the near future and this was his best chance to see and be at a place where people end up being offered salaries sooooooo much.his father thought this visit would inspire him to work harder and gladly agreed and pestered him to be there from day 1.(on the contrary this lad who ended up getting 70.49 in CAT went on to tell his father that he was a tinge disappointed with the standard at IIM-B..err..lets leave it at that)
so they went and 1 of them has been made to relive this sojourn,for this small talk he had on their way to the hallowed gate
1 of them to a shop keeper(respectfully)
"how far is IIM from here"
shopkeeper-"u'll get to know when u reach there"
(for some strange reason 1 of them persists trying to bring out the best in the man opposite him)
1 of them -"what i meant was is it possible to go on foot till there"
shopkeeper-"u can go on foot and if u want, u can go on aeroplane also"
1 of them baffled by this unexpected and uncalled-for effrontery,replies
"THUMBA THANKS" and walks away unruffled(ok..almost unruffled).
now more appropriate alternative replies came about later, benefited by hindsight...but the damage had been done and the phrase struck..thanks to YOU-KNOW-WHO.
anyway if u didn't feel this was funny..let me assure u, neither did 1 of them
P.S-much water has flown under the bridge since this happened and YOU-KNOW-WHO himself had to face a more embarrassing situation and what's more heartening...he managed this without a shopkeeper.

A Flying Kiss

Today was some kind of a seclusion,for me.no college,messages cost dearly..!!! so had to abstain from that,and needless to say everybody else felt the same way,and i didn't receive any either. as usual i started to think about myself,and others in myself.21 years is a long time,and add to it the 8 different institutions i went to in 5 different states, it's been one long itinerary.i wondered where that school bully atul is,that joker mahindra,that fat aditya,that 's' prerana(i don't even remember their surnames now),all lost to me now. that slender thread of acquaintance... it snapped as soon as our ways parted.am not complaining, i don't need them and neither do they need me,and moreover its even more stupid to try to sustain it for the sole reason that we happened to go by the same auto for 2 years and nothing ever since.i just sort of am curious to ask.. him if he still jerks his head while answering,if that blue friendship band is still with her,if mamta kulkarni still is his fav actress,if he still thought 'p' liked him more than me,would he blush if i remind him that he wanted to propose to 'a' way back in 6th ..if she still touches her ears when she says sorry..those little idiosyncrasies,trivial details, that made up their and part of my life then, to find in them a shared joy evoke a oh-so -innocent- feeling..all i would want to say is au-revoir and bon-voyage

HOT sympathies

I was listening to FM today morning, and I have this habit of picturising/visualizing (flashes upon that inward eye ;) a la daffodils) whether I am reading a novel or listening to a song, and this was an old song,I had never heard before, it was a duet, with lata at one end and am not sure of the male play back singer at the non strikers’ (watching too much cricket u see)
And it was a typical bollywood romance song, rain song I guessed, with the lyrics being extremely descriptive.
The heroine says” my dupatta stuck to me, rain kissed me and I trembled with desire”
And then the hero says” you yawned thus and I felt …”
Now which human in her senses would yawn when she is getting soaked head to toe in rain and dancing…beats me….Om Shanti Om.
We will come back to it some other time. That was not what I was trying to tell u.
Now my imagination is not only wild but realistic and holistic also, so I also tried to picturise lata mangeshkar evoking those emotions while singing in a closed, recording room with music directors and orchestra accompanists all senior citizens needless to say.
I wonder where these singers look for inspiration. Let me clarify, the hero can actually see the heroine, feel her and therefore INDULGE himself and u know.. get those APPROPRIATE expressions, but poor playback singers!!.in order that she sings that seductive song, she first would have to feel that she is trying to seduce somebody and then go on to sing it in that mood.
If that is the case of singers for 5 min of rubbish, imagine the case of dubbing artists who lend their voice to the entire film, imagine their plight, when they have to lend their voices to some intimate scenes ( much to familiar to all of u and better not elaborated here ).technically speaking isn’t that a tough ask…

Bliss(ed) -Blessed

not long from now,u might choose to say goodbye,I'll try and bring a smile upon myself then,but lets not think that ahead,while the road is so beautiful now.i try to identify the road we are passing through,they call it different names..u see.most are commonplace, some i disbelieve ,some i am not sure of,and the rest are too sweeping a generalization to make,so i decide not to look for answers,not for the fear of disappointment,but for the sheer risk of it..why worry about itinerary, when you are so cheerfully busy walking...
i thought solitude was bliss. that is, until you came bye...

a joke contorted

santa-i fell from a 50 meter tower when i was five.
banta- did u survive
santa- i dont remember.. it happened long time back!!!.
when i first heard this, i dismissed it as yet another sardarji special.
but it kept coming back and only i know why..
somethings hurt you so bad, that you are not sure if you have survived it even after it fades from your memory.wounds heal,smiles return,but u know things would never be the same again.you might forget but forgive..!!!

"fuzzy" logic

for somebody who believes there is a pattern to all our lives,there is a reason for and in life,life has become a series of raised -eyebrow stuff.the apopheniac must be prepared for rude disappointments.the world truly appears chaotic to say the least.but i refuse to give in..all these events lead to something..they must..(like chekhov's protagonists).may be we dont see a pattern now..like a painter who has just about begin his work..for somebody watching,not acquainted with his train of thoughts all his crooked lines and shades seem meaningless but as he continues.. "order" re-appears.may be our life's a painting that's just started.
whenever i go to the "men's parlor" to get a hair cut,and give a perplexed look for the sheer reckless pace my barber chops strands at will and what i perceive his fancies...he says " relax...i know what i am doing even if u dont".so i guess..all i must do is a "keep a still head" while he and the world "try" to make sense.