Aftermath of Rockstar

• The number of times that Jim Morrison was wikied or googled has risen manifold but obviously is still less than the number of times 'nargis fakhri hot/kiss/sexy/scenes was searched for on internet.
• Amar talkies has reportedly hiked ticket prices from RS. 15 to 20, this has become a cause of concern for the rickshaw drivers who are looking for another comfy place to jerk off and may take refuge in Imperial cinema.
  

• There is always a fat bastard who screws your whole life giving senseless advise.

• There is this new found urge amongst youngster to find pain which may be translated as finding a hot chick whom you think you have no chance with.

• No matter what you are given - 30 top end Gibsons or a jipson you can't pull off being a rock star by just bad ass facial expressions .
  

• The movie proves a fact i.e. no matter how big a rock star you may become the pervert inside you is still the same and does not give a fuck whether his partner has a fake headache or a bone marrow aplasia in bed

GREAT EXPECTATIONS

I MUST WORK FAST,FASTER THAN SCHEHERAZADE

These are the line that begin the whimsical narrative of Saleem Sinai that is so close to my heart right now ,the story of saleem sinai in itself makes you realize so many of the earthly as well as extraordinary things around you in life.But for right now i aspire to be that chick who saves herself from being screwed by making up stuff and procrastination.Scheherazade/Shahazadi/whatever you may remember her as was one heck of a persevering lady though a bit of an Arabic version of our own supernatural Betal who pissed king Vikram right ,left and center time and time again.So i must work, work for ? well that's a question i haven't thought about so no use. But i must work.(And i love the fact that it felt great copying stuff and putting it in Block quotes)
Time is fleeting and expectations are great and this cocktail is dangerous particularly for people who are into soul searching and bigger issues in life like playing FIFA, hurling abuses while watching football late at night etc etc.The expectations are much more if they are self inflicted because then you deal with yourself and have those movie type monologues, fighting with your alter ego and all.People always say strive for the best, aim for the top. But somehow you get lost in the dreams of reaching that pinnacle. That perhaps kills the dream , all hope and whatever is left that is. But you still fight because you expect some great shit to happen to you which is probably due to the fact that you have been watching movies likes Die hard when you needed to concentrate on mugging up stuff studies. Then you curse Bruce Willis (and secretly wait for the fifth part of the movie).But inside you know everything is inconsequential, all efforts you put in now will be a sort of placebo.And slowly the remorse will subside and then you want mundane things,small little things that make you happy because those great dreams are not for you, not now , not while you hug on to things that you hold so dear and not until you wriggle out of the lethargic monotony.
Those of you who thought to find something related to the Charles Dickens' novel - i am pretty sorry coz i hardly remember studying it during my school days and what i remember about the movie is Gwyneth Paltrow and her prurient ways...thinking about gwyneth paltrow makes me think about coldplay and then i plug in the music ,do hell with expectations.

adios cesc

Cesc has gone.....Wonder why it feels more like a break up .The whole thing leaves me high and dry and add to that the movie that i watched last night...i.e. Dum maaro Dum .The song Jiyein Kyun keeps on coming back time and time again .Seriously -gaye kyun gaye ho tum cesc??...though it may sound highly melodramatic it actually does come to your mind .So much has been left undelivered and unfulfilled , then you think of the player and the whole situation . Cesc could have gone last year but somehow gave a final try to conjure something great with gunners but i don't think he was really present throughout the campaign with injuries throughout .It was all but clear he Would be going this summer .But the shoddy tactics by the catalan cunts made it all the more worse . One thing is for sure i will always respect cesc for the behaviour and the way he treated the whole situation ,plus this. I wont go on about what we could have done and all .There are loads of permutation and combination but we have got to live the fact that he has buggered off to his home and as cesc said at the barca presentation ,he was just a servant of the club and Arsenal will go on after him as it did when Titi left(i was so unsure then ) and all those star names that we thought we would never do without .Just a little faith is needed , faith in the guy called Arsene Wenger.For all that he has done to face lift the whole club and just because he comes out to manage the team does not mean all the decision taken by the club are his choice ,some of the decision are taken for the club despite he likes it or not .GET OFF HIS BACK BASTARDS!!
About the Movie , Dum Maaro Dum is a nice movie ,thriller and all . I was enticed by the whole idea of Susegad life of the goan people and ultimately the end is a win for the susegad goan in a way .Susegado is a term for the laid back ,free spirited people of goa who enjoy their music ,fenny and beaches .Wonder why we don't go for such a lifestyle . So different is the approach of rest of india and goa in this respect .Its all about academics , career and secured life which as soothing as it may sound seems monotonous and less appealing for me .

fooball fockus

I don't like writing about football here because i feel this is not the space to do so .Moreover this was the space to ponder about football....the sacred space to show the love of football... to have no bias...but i ain't unbiased today moreover i don't feel the love anymore...not after the barrage of el clasicos that we had to face....thinking about it...this time last year i was celebrating inter's resolute win against the diving cunts of catalunya regardless how negative jose was...
it was shame to watch the game this years semi final being overpowered by grudges and politics....football was the last thing in the mind of teams ....
i really have nothing against barcelona...perhaps i do...i hate those cunts....really do... i mean few diving bitches who hide behind puyols and messis...horrible cheaters...i know we all cheat in some manner or the other to get an advantage... barcelona were not wrong in that...but the magnitude of their theatrics and their ways to prejudice the ref showed how low they had stooped ...add to that the way they portray themselves as the missionaries of the game makes it feel shameful and the tag of being the best team around just looks a bit diminished after watching these games...to begin with the prematch build up ...it all pointed that barca and pep were both shaken from copa del ray loss...with the way the press conference went, pep looked like playing mind games telling the press that mourinho is the king and all
Critics were lambasting madrid for negative tactics even after having a star studded team but when you see the importance of the game and the expectation on the shoulders of jose it was practically not possible to play an open game...sometimes you don't need to play nice to win ...all you need is a way to churn out results...that perhaps i feel is missing in arsenal these days...they have all the youth all the talent but they sometimes look too naive to churn out a result...wriggle their way to victory.... it feels bad seeing the potential going waste ...those same old mistakes ,the same old accusations....on the contrary manu etc have the grit to win on their not so great days with a goal from some 50 year old loser with ball deflecting from his ass in a melee of players and going into the goal....i mean these type of lucky wins don't fall in our pocket...sometimes it feels we are hard done by but then you realize last year also felt this way...it gets on your nerve...
Anyhow...another thing that arsenal have been criticized for is poaching up of young players and just taking the credit...i honestly don't give a shit if arsenal is dubbed the real madrid (or perhaps manchester city seeing the current scenario)of youth players and their transfers....its simple maths we give chance to youth and that attracts them to arsenal...this perhaps is the reason why the epic saga of fabregas going back to barcelona is always the first issue amongst the catalans...they want their child back...he has the barca dna...all bull crap where the hell did they get messi from?? barcelona??? nah...the guy who's the biggest difference in their team isn't even a catalan...and then they say arsenal poached fabregas.....
sometimes it feels that its hard to replace the marquee players...personally i was gutted when henry left arsenal and was even more shocked when wenger gave his jersey to walcott...a teenage lad gets titi's jersey?...but it was not that bad afterwards...similarly i feel cesc has served arsenal well and IF THEY ARE WILLING TO SPEND SOME HEFTY MONEY...we should let him go....i mean there is a certain time till which a person can continue away from his native ...moreover he has hardly played at a stretch for two three seasons...injuries have marred him and his influence is diminshing perhaps..and with the coming of wilshere and nasri in the thick of action we are still equipped in centre midfield...
Meanwhile wenger has been the man coming under the cosh for his so to say stubbornness....the supporters are a fickle breed i'd say...sometimes even i feel dilusional about the subject but i remember this lovely song and at the end we all need to keep the faith
p.s.....particularly with exams on my head...i surely need to ...

..cheating hai...main nai khel rha ...kyon du ghuma ke??

on the eve of the cricket world cup final it feels nice and fresh no jitters whatsoever ...with India in the final and for the first time not letting the supporters down..because time and time again whenever we were piped as the contender we humbly declined and let others take a go at the trophy..this time around like every "this time around' seems different...with all the tricks and totkas of the household everyone feels it that way....i've this friend who has to watch the game with parents otherwise india will lose..another friend watches just the indian batting and that does the trick for team india..i've this belief myself that whenever i hear hindi commentary wickets fall and when i hear english commentary runs start to flow.. these things seems hard to erase...but so far so good
The game is not accepted as a game ...a duel needs to conjured...whether it maybe ind vs pak or now ram vs ravan...lanka dahan and the sundries....why??...it doesn't give an extra edge but deflates the competition...with all those fwded msgs it makes it even worse..you recognize these things afterward and the not the moments of magic on the field...ind pakistan match was great despite all the hype and politicos and celeb hovering over the game... it showed Indian batting being leashed up for the first time in the tournament by a very efficient Pakistani spin attack ,i mean we are regarded as great players of spin but we were lackluster and then when the argument did arise in post match analysis mr. sidhu pissed all over it and changed the whole conversation by taking a dig at simon hughes and england rather than just taking it on his chin and addressing the issue the dumbfuck went on with his thing..i.e. saying loud moronic one liners and crap all around the studio... what's being patented as shit-uism...i fail to understand how a man who was once so hopeless in communication,the guy who left his team mid tour in england due to lack of communication with his captain that time,the guy who couldn't communicate in the fields with the ball and left it on its path time and time again ,can blabber like this in front of a camera....the worst part is that there is no realization ...the guy feels he's educating everyone else...i wish we could find some unbiased commentators who will tell us what's there and not only the part we all want to hear...
on the subject of commentator bashing ...it seems ravi shastri's been too much of a hypochondriac or perhaps he's been seeing too many doctors because all that comes out of his mouth is "and that's what the doctor ordered!!"...such a lame catchphrase ...
watched this video...a nice msg to both set of supporters...i mean you can't let all that has happened overpower the sports and the sportsmen
p.s.hear this guy constantly pricking afridi through the video saying five zero... but afridi ignores him throughout...i'd loved it even more if he didn't kept on looking down ...well the intentions were noble and heartfelt but i'm too critical

Ainvayi ainvayi

I am writing this as i hear ladies singing weird songs in the adjacent room in a ceremony quite popular amongst the indian households...ladies sangeet...the epitomy to our growing hinglishness...it can be ladies' music or perhaps more aptly mahila sangeet but no..we are so accustomed to molding things to the way we derive the best of both worlds..for instance shitting..we shit in English style potties but we clean it our way and not like those ever so profane and unhygienic angrez...swiping it with education..chee chee haaw jee..well concentrating on the songs all i can infer is something related to the aunties taking a dig at the new dulhan...wonder why there isn't a male counter part to this ceremony because usually boys are strictly not allowed in this ceremony ...but i somehow have got into the thick of action due to my photography skills which are still questionable...but be it who gives a damn I'm in an unchartered territory ..girls dancing and talking bout weird things...
To be fair the ceremony never lived up to the expectation and the dancing and singing was dull , all that i could do was solemnly click snaps of the new bride, relatives and the ever so adamant aunties trying to get themselves clicked by hook or by crook...
The singing reminded me of the singing that i probably am gonna miss i.e. Bryan Adam's concert...these occasion are so rare and when you see people all enthu and raring for it all you can do is contrive a solemn look and show that you don't give a shit to the concert ....
Moving on world cup is here baby...i was a little detached from cricket in the past but when someone relives those historic games (and godammit the channel show them every time of the day these days) how can he or she not feel like cheering for the men in blue ...those matches rekindle a spark in me ...reminds me of the time i was all for the game and did every thing for the love of the game ...for instance, putting talcum powder to imitate allan donald and his zinc lotion streaks...or mocking any windies bowler's action...
Thinking about the world cups I've seen i would say 96 is the most cherished...my first tryst with cricket world cup . Though i have blurry memories of it ,the figure of kambli crying is the one that stayed with me throughout . I mean at that time i really didn't know how to deal with a grown up crying in front of a huge stadium .Srilankans were my enemy from that day...
1999 was a dull affair except a certain "zulu"......he was my god then...wonder why he just burnt out at the end of his career...no acclaim..nothing?
03 was the time i was dealing with growing up , making friends in the neighborhood...this was the first real out and out wc for me...i followed india throughout...the huddles...nehra's spell against England ,sehwag and sachin blasting pakistan ...everything looked promising except that day where it all mattered...i still remember seeing all my friends wearing blue that day and we choked ..courtesy ponting
07 will perhaps never be recorded in my memory because of the woolmer thing . the nadir of cricketing history for me....and the whole tournament seemed like a bad dream in all possible way...India going out early Pakistan too and then we see a make shift final ...which i don't remember who won coz nobody really cared who won it...
There was this class in which we were discussing about the importance of talent and its application and what was detrimental in success...talent or its application i.e. the hard work....and due to the world cup fever going on we had cricketers as case study....sachin and kambli, ....sachin epitomizes cricket and is perhaps the biggest role model for anyone taking up the game for his sheer hard work and determination that has led him to success for such a long span...meanwhile kambli's story as we all may agree is of a lost prodigy..the next big thing gone sour...it shows us that talent doesn't just take u places...you need practice , hard work and sundry to sustain it...all thing done and dusted ...but deep down i feel more like a kambli (not just because of my complexion) than a sachin...its tough being the ideal guy...i mean you have to live up to the expectation...you have to be consistent and can't afford slip ups...that's too tough for me....apart from this the whole idea of being the anti hero makes me swell...like naseeruddin shah's character in 'IQBAL' for instance..the guy who has fallen in life ,who has flaws ,who's been there done that ,who's self destructed ....but can at any moment conjure spirits to bring every one down on their knees ....i don't know how many will agree on this but i can see a connection in the character...they are more plausible for my liking than being the demigod of the common people...