bas ek pal aur

Bas ek pal mein

Tu ek baar jo pyaar se mujhsko chuley tho har zakhm bhar jayegaa,

Zara iltizaa suun ke dewaane dilki mujhe aapne dilse lagaa...

Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,

Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue Nam

Bas Ek Pal…

Hamare khayalo mein khwabon mein yaadon mein baaton mein rehte ho tum,

Badaake mein yeh haath chuna jo chahun to pal bar mein hote ho Gum.

Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,

Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue nam 

Bas ek pal mein..

Sunaah hain mohabbath ki takdeer mein, likhein hain andherein ghanee,

tabi aaj shayad sitare sabi zara saahi roshan hue...

Mere haath ki in lakeeron mein likhe abhi aur kithne sitam,

Khafaa ho gayein hain kushi waqt sey ho rahein hain meherbaan gham,

Tere pyaar mein aise jiyain hum,

Jala hain yeh dil....yeh ankhen hue Nam 

Bas Ek Pal....... 

The movie was slow. But the concept has remained with me. A moment of madness which changes the lives of those involved not to mention the ripple effect it creates. The director could have made the most haunting movie of them all but some how loses out.
Can one meeting be enough to sustain a man through all that Nikhil Kapoor(Suri) goes through, ending up as a stalker almost. Too many loose endings, but the music is absolutely fanatastic. Tere bin evokes a strange melancholy and now am fixated on the title song. My Real player is crying out in protest on playing this playlist of one for past 72 hours.

I have my mod end exams from Monday. After the last minute jugaads last module, I had sworn on my remaining hair that next module would see a new me, organised, non-procastinating, up-to-date with the days work. Obviously kutte ki poonch kabhi seedhi nai hoti. Even at this last minute my complacency is seen to be believed. Day before I sat and saw Jaaneman( gaaawd!), Final Destination3(better than FD-2 ..but seriously the writers actually get paid to think of the most macabre, blood spouting, crushing, horrific death an individual can have...but then they seem amaetuerish in front of the people who write scripts for the SAW series...no other movie can get your dinner out faster..) and then Bas ek pal while my classmates were doing their best to push up the GPA and inch closer to the dream job. Even now solutions are being multi-ed for Monday's paper am busy blogging..

Tomorrow I ll ask God to bail me out one last time and tear my thinning hair once again...I have also developed new found respect for five point someone. The time I spent typing this meant I probably just lost P&G and HLL.

I couldn't take my eyes off him...

...to realise
1. the loopholes
2.the farji ending
3. there were other actors who also looked good
4. it was a movie

Hrithik is Hot!!( its all in the H dear, refer to the post below!)

its silent"H"

What's in a name, the Bard said some centuries ago. Ask Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam or Vangipurappu Venkata Sai Laxman. And tHen tHere are otHers like DHivya Kumar. My parents couldn’t Have come up witH a more generic name witH cHameleon like properties. It’s a name tHat gives little away. THe sex of tHe person, wHere He comes from, notHing. You can venture guesses yes.

Kumar DHivya Mr….I was staring at tHe e-ticket wHile furiously dialing Jet Airways number.
WHen DJ told me about tHe mistake I tHink He expected me to sHriek curse n generally beHave in my normal Hysterical manner but I just nodded and sat down. I didn’t tell Him about tHe letter in my drawer

Dear Mr Kumar
Congratulations! You Have been selected for tHe PGDIM course in NITIE….

HumpH!
WHen my parents named me, tHey tHougHt Divya was an uncommon name. In Nursery I Had 4 otHer Divyas in my class. THat combined witH tHe soutH Indian H factor resulted into it morpHing into DHivya. ScHool was easy. I was called Kumar, everyone including my best friends tHougHt I came from
a)Rai Barreily, UP or
b) BettiaH, BiHar.
Till my mom walked into class, wHite flowers and sandalwood bindi intact. Perceptions cHanged overnigHt. Suddenly everyone realised I did pronounce bHaiyya as baiyya. THis was before ArundHati Roy made mallus exotic and JoHn AbraHam proved not all of tHem are dark, pot bellied and mustacHed. So tHere I was quickly relegated as a Madrasi and all madrasis were from surprise….madras of course.
ScHool life passed juggling between identities of
DHivya Kumar
Divya Kumar
Divya Kumari

College meant returning to my roots. I tHougHt Here in tHe land of anitHas, sunitHas and deeptHis I ll be safe. But Here tHe Kumar meant tHat I came from
a)Rai Barreily, UP or
b) BettiaH, BiHar
till I would open my moutH and string a broken sentence in Malayalam.
“OH wHen did you learn Malayalam? Its so difficult for nortH Indians.” SHopkeeper cHetta will venture patronizingly.
“CHerepattille”(in my cHildHood) I would reply.
So tHere my name would be in between Devender Kumar and Deepak Kumar. Attendance time meant tHe teacHer furiously scanning tHe boys’ row wHile I waved myself silly from tHe corner I usually sat in.

So How did a Malayalee end up witH sucH a name instead of sometHing like S. Parukutty or S.Babymol?
Long long ago my Dad went to fill a form at St.THomas’ Girls ScHool, New DelHi. Dutifully He entered my name as DHivya SuresH Kumar. THe receptionist or wHoever decided tHe SuresH wasn’t really tHat important and dropped it. My dad didn’t cHeck it till mucH later. And Dad being Dad didn’t feel a girl sHould mind sucH a name.

And tHe H? well its tHere to align all tHe planets in my favor and give me super duper success in life. A week ago I sat in an auto witH 2 classmates clutcHing a printout of tHe e-ticket bearing Kumar DHivya MR.
THe fligHt was at 0540 Hrs
0430 auto leaves NITIE campus
0445 tHe left tyre Has a puncture
0500 reacH CHatrapati sHivaji airport, realize fligHt leaves from domestic airport
0505 auto atopped by policeman
0510 autowallaH still negotiating for Hafta
0515 auto rolls into petrol pump
0525 airport
0535 lady at counter looks for Mr DHivya Kumar.

So mucH for planets aligning tHemselves!

All H’s are in caps to make this a record breaking post!