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Romance ka barood and action ka dhamaka

Deep had this Sonu Nigam collection in College, this undoubtedly was the song of the collection.
You need to hear to believe it. I searched Youtube and found the one and only, hearthrob of young India the dashing Kishan Kumar stars in it! Enjoi!




Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye Kis kadar chot khaye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye Kis kadar chot khaye hue hain
Maut ne humko maara hain aur hum Zindagi ke sataye hue hain
Maut ne humko maara hain aur hum Zindagi ke sataye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye

Ae lahet apni mitti se keh de
Daag lagne na paaye kafan ko
Ae lahet apni mitti se keh de Daag lagne na paaye kafan ko
Aaj hi humne ho aaj hi humne Aaj hi humne badle hain kapde
Aaj hi hum nahaye hue hain
Aaj hi humne badle hain kapde Aaj hi hum nahaye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye

Surkh aankhon mein laga hain Rukh pe gaaza sajaye hue hain
Surkh aankhon mein laga hain Rukh pe gaaza sajaye hue hain
Aaise aaye hain ho aaise aaye hain
Aaise aaye hain mayat pe meri Jaise shaadi mein aaye hue hain
Aaise aaye hain mayat pe meri Jaise shaadi mein aaye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye

Dushmano ki shikayat hamesha Doston se gila kya karenge
Dushmano ki shikayat hamesha Doston se gila kya karenge
Kat chuke jin ha kat chuke jin Kat chuke jin darakhto ke patte
Phir kaha unke saaye hue hain
Kat chuke jin darakhto ke patte Phir kaha unke saaye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye Kis kadar chot khaye hue hain
Maut ne humko maara hain aur hum Zindagi ke sataye hue hain
Ishq mein hum tumhe kya bataye

Masterpiece.

A play and ice-gola

Went to see a play at Prithvi this Sunday. It was the first professional play I have seen (discounting all the school musicals). Had gone and seen a German musical at NCPA. Prithvi has a more cosy setting, the stage at arm's length almost. The seating capacity also differs widely.

What I saw was:
ANSH
DETECTIVE MAURYA (Hindi)
Detective Maurya Investigates Crime of the Materialistic world.
One night A Farmer Commits suicide in the Front of him and he is forced to investigate his own life and surrounding
Writer & Director : Makrand Deshpande

Detailed review here. I cried though.

Went to Juhu beach before and after the play because I just had to have Milkmaid Ice-gola. Mango flavor tastes the best. Only the golawallah knows why the butterscotch flavor was fluorescent blue in colour.

Juhu beach is like a small mela. There was the cushion slide thingy which I wanted to ride but the only people who were seen clambering up had an average age of 6. Sob.


The light really brought out the multiple colours of the different syrups. Yum.

Sleepless in Sea...Whitefield..

When i was a kid (haha gotcha!am still one) our school used to organise these annual school picnics on November 14. It was nothing spectacular or spellbinding. Usually it was to Buddha Garden, Lodhi Gardens or Children's Park. Once I think we went to the zoo. And railway museum.

So anyways, I was majorly excited to be part of these trips. scintillating social life that I had then (and now, sob sob) these were the only times I could go out. We would all be bundled into school buses after thorough counting by class teachers. Between friends we would decide what all to bring to eat. I always got to bring south Indian food (surprise) and Uncle Chips or Pepsi. On reaching the destination everyone would run for spreading their sheets/paper under a tree. If you happen to be unlucky enough to arrive on one of the last buses you would be stuck bearing the noon sun burning down your face. Soon enough the "stories" would start. Someone standing on some Lodhi relatives tomb went missing. Someone saw a skeletal hand creep out. Someone heard a warning. Someone saw a ghost. I was never this someone, I was invariably the one bearing the brunt of the Sun and in the process on my way to acquire a Nigerian passport. As we grew older "bhoot" stories were replaced by you know what she saw that couple doing behind the bush. These stories did run the possibility of being true. Anyways that's fodder for another post.

What was remarkable for me was I would be so excited at the prospect of a picnic I would find it difficult to sleep the night before the D-Day. Now I am the person who would sleep 8 hours before an exam even if half of the portion hadnt seen daylight. I was one of the two people who kept snoring while the remaining hostel ran helter-shelter screaming at the top of their voice when a burgler had burst in. So for me to loose sleep is like BIG. Yes I was that excited at the prospect of rolling in the grass in mid afternoon.

The last time I was so excited was my last trip to Mumbai. I must have thrown in a couple of clothes. Forgot my toothbrush and paste. If possible ran to the airport ( was forced to take a rick). Allowed the rickwallah to fleece me. Was the first through security checkin and on board. It was one of those Boeings where you can watch TV. But my eyes were stuck out permanently. when the pilot announced descent, my nose was stuck on the window plane. As the city came into view, little blobs of light, growing till we were above small diamonds carelessly thrown across a velvety cloth, small streams of gold where the NH ran, I almost felt satiated. When we touched down, the familiarity of Chatrapati Shivaji, the trolleys which you can push down to make them move faster(not seen that any where else, all other trolleys are a fight), to the autos which run by meter, SEEPZ to the front of our insti, most of all my room. The smell of familiarity, my system gathering dust ( switching it on, my old playlist intact), my bathroom (and mine alone, not be shared with people with impolite bathroom manners) and warm water. heaven. Sigh.

Unlike most people I know I have really taken to Mumbai, and find Bangalore well boring.
The prospect of another week in Mumbai has sent me into sleepless tangle again. How , how will I ever adjust to Bangalore? What do people here do on weekends apart from descending at Forum in hordes?

Rated PG

2 posts in a day. Now you know how hard I work. But this was like really important. In case you are reading this make sure you are under parental supervision. Yes get your mommy. Now.

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

• bomb (3x)
• sexy (1x)

Now really. I thought of displaying this on the sidebar as a permanent kind of thing. Then resisted.
1. It may attract wrong kind of traffic. Though on most days I welcome any Ip address than my own.
2. My two most regular readers may hike their expectations. ( No, no i know you are not that type of men, err..i mean women)


There was another one of this widget thing which told me how much my blog was worth. No we are not talking about that.

Yeah stop searching for the post with "sexy" in it, and dutifully comment here (high dominatrix voice, oh God, I think they have already moved me to R)

since am planning to make this blog more personal

here's some gyaan I found recently.
The banyan is our national tree. Wow.


I have finished reading Loving and Longing in Bombay by Vikram Chandra, and now am dying for weekend to come so that I can go till CrossWords and but "Red earth and pouring rain". After coming here I have spent a fortune on books, and have read more books and blogs than in last 3-4 years. However future purchases are heavily dependent on my stipend clocking in by weekend.
In a fit of misplaced independence I had assured my parents I can take care of myself from now on. So it was with casual nonchalance that I had slipped in my demand for more parental generosity this weekend. So I can buy more books. How I choose my books is a totally ingenious methodology.

Me: why are we going to Crosswords. You said you would find me a street hawker. You lied!
F ( a friend on whose knowledge of Bangalore I was dependent) : ya, this is like cheap books only..
Me: liar!
F: Oh comon! these books smell nice...
Me: You dont buy books to smell them.
(inside Crosswords)
Me(5 books balanced precariously): Stop me, I am going to buy all these. I dont have money.
F: Pick all you want and then we will sort it out.
Me(hands over the 5 and picks another 5): yeah am done I think. Stop me.
We sit on a couch. Judgment time arrives. We turn every book over for the price tag.
Me: My god this is for 395. Its like 40 pages I think.
F: Yup. so it goes into the not buying pile.
Me(sad): Has to. Hey look at this its for 400 and they are selling it at 250. And its thick too. (smiles triumphantly)
F: I have read it. Its not great. that's why its for 250.
Me(ignoring, and voice level rising with excitement): And this one also is for 200. And its so thick, it will last a week. You keep the James Fry and Rushdie back. I will take this thick books which are cheap also.
(Man sitting nearby looks in disbelief.)
F: I don't know you!

Also have discovered a whole lot of mommy bloggers. Will Blogroll them soon. You can catch up with Adi's slaves and Peanut here. And this totally brought out all my maternal instincts. But there is still time for that. But cho chweet.

So till next. :)

Random ramblings on a random day

I am working finally. Most of the time it consists of minimising windows and trying to look as if am about to up Einstein’s theory of relativity. You see offices have this habit of giving you net access with only your official email working. They believe essential for existence sites like Orkut, Blogspot, Gtalk and SantaBanta.com takes away from employee productivity. Yeah it does cut down the number of coffee intakes to around 4 a day.

Btw, when I had begun my MBA and many of my classmates had started working one of them pinged me to tell me that his office vending machine had 4 types of coffees. I was as interested in that information as I am in dating Bobby Darling yet in the same absurd way it clung in my mind. The vending machine here has 3 varieties of coffee and 2 types of tea. Damn.

Apart from that since this is the IT capital of India, I was expecting a very engineering type of crowd. But you have to be here to believe it. Every morning as I stand among a crowd of IT engineers to catch the bus. All dressed almost identically. The access cards around their necks proclaiming the usual suspects “Tata Consultancy Services
“, “Life rocks @ iFlex”(yeah right), SAP. The bus I generally take are the Volvo. Apart from charging a bomb they also help me have my nostalgic Mumbai local @ Dadar moments. Touching, literally.

The bus remains the only plausible means of transport. Yes autos abound in the city but to get into one has following complications.

1. the driver finds the distance optimum. Too near-no maam, too far-no maam.
2. the meter is running but the 3-digit fare charged from you has no relation to the double digit flashing there.
3. the driver believes all IT junta are earning a bomb and hence the holes burnt into the pocket are inconsequential.

My office is very nice and pretty. My cubicle 5 steps away from coffee machine and a small food court downstairs for meals. The combination of this has lead to exponential gain apart from the usual quarter life spread in key areas of the human physique. A recent study has said as people become more content they have a tendency to put on weight. Bless the researchers. Bad HUL. Bad parents. Bad friends. Bad bf. All your fault.

My social life here is rocking. Another peculiarity of this city is it has more gults than kannadigas or so I feel. This conclusion was drawn based on the number of Andhra messes and PGs around. My roommate is one too. We talk in English about the weather, curse the owner for general lack of convenience and sleep at 9. One way to look at it would be the glowing skin I would be sporting soon owing to daily beauty sleep.

To kill time I have seen 3 movies (haan haan hall pe…laptop nahi hain mere paas) in 2 weeks and have read 2 books and will start on number 3 soon. I will not review the movies because many of my class mates are already doing that. Still typo-diarrhoea results in:

Jodha Akbar- my choice to watch it. My desire to run out of the hall by interval. You could cat nap get up and the story wouldn’t have moved an inch. Only saviour the beautiful jewellery.

Mithya- 5 people in the hall. Expected a Ranvir-Vinay riot. Saw a very complex convoluted story. Maybe I should grow up and will appreciate it more.

Vantage point- the director got 1 set done and shot an entire movie. However it would keep you interested despite indestructible Dennis Quad.( spoiler- he survives a bomb blast, shooting, car crash and still walks upright, bad guys die the moment their vehicle overturns. Incredible.)

Kiterunner by Khaled Hosseini- I loved the book. After the day of staring at 15” computer screen, I would return home and be lost in Afghanistan of the seventies. Brilliant.

Alchemy of desire by Tarun Tejpal- Mr.Tehelka’s debut book begins with "Love is not the greatest glue between two people. Sex is." You think wow, Indian writer what guts. Then it kind of gets boring. The musk and the growth. You want to skip all that and read the story. Oops there isn’t one.

Yeah, the post is a little bit arbit. But hey the blog is personal again. ( Play on popular computer ad, dumbo)

Btw, haven’t visited the vending machine for past 2 hours. I think its missing me.

Chaow..(isn’t is it what Anushka says on MTV ?)