The crystal ball and more..

I am a Leo but am unlike one. When people pointed this out to me, I used to get very irritated. Its almost as if they think I am a handicap, that I am a lesser person on account of not being one. Who makes these rules after all? Just because somebody says you are born under this star and you should be like this, doesn't mean one has to be that way. Instead the very fact that I am not like one, means that their logic(if there is a logic) is false and baseless. These days I just shrug and say 'I am unique' or even 'stars don't rule me, I rule them'.

But I cant honestly say I don't believe in astrology. For one, I seem to be following my daily horoscope in the newspaper these days. It amuses me. Just last week I picked up Sunday Herald and read the predictions for the week. It said I would be travelling and that I would get success. I was surprised because I was indeed traveling that very day and the reason for my visit was very crucial and could have gone either way(successful or unsuccessful). It was when I started reading the main newspaper that my hopes were all crushed. It said that due to a technical error the horoscope in the supplement was actually next week's and that week's prediction was given right below.I was disappointed because this prediction had nothing special.

This incident though funny made me think why people actually want to know the future. The answer is simple, it gives hope. I wanted to believe what was written. People look for something to hold on to and look for answers. But there is a downside, one could lose hope too. And for this reason alone I don't want to know about my future. I don't want to know what the lines on my hands say, I will never gaze into the crystal ball. I am what I am. If someone judges me because of my sunsign, it is his loss.

The best thing about life is that you don't know what happens next, why ruin the mystery?

Random Thoughts on Hyderabad

1)The roads here are much better than that in Bangalore
2)Yet traffic is chaotic and mad.
3)Crossing roads is imposible. I had to take an auto who had to take a U-turn all the way just because I could'nt cross the road.
4)The autos here are a dirty yellow in colour.
5)You will get better Andhra food in Bangalore. In fact I am yet to see authentic Andhra(Nagarjuna, Nandini, Mayura types) restaurants in Hyderabad.
6)Hussain Sagar lake, Eat Street and Necklace Road, three places in Hyderabad, nothing in Bangalore can beat them.

Main kahan hoon?

Memory loss and plastic surgery are two concepts relating to medical science that have been used in Hindi cinema over and over again. For those who don’t watch hindi movies, this is how it works.
1) Memory loss (Amnesia): The subject loses all memory mostly due to an accident, with the doctor proclaiming 'Only God can help'. In most cases memory automatically returns when the accident re occurs (If the person lost his memory because a boulder fell on his head, it will return when another boulder falls on his head)
2) Plastic Surgery: Anybody can look like anybody thanks to skillful plastic surgeons in Bollywood. All you need is a photograph of who you want to be and presto the next thing you know you will look like him irrespective of your bone structure, weight, height.

But this I thought was thing of the past. The audience (people like me) today have gotten intelligent. We don’t take bullshit anymore and quality films are being made. Hindi movies even make it to the Oscars.
I was proved wrong, thanks to the movie I saw in the bus which I later realised was in fact a new film called Yakeen. To come up with a movie today, with a story involving both the above-mentioned concepts requires tremendous courage, no insight and a producer with lots of money.

I have been travelling from Bangalore to Hyderabad (and back) quite often now and I have noticed that they never play good movies. The bad moviemakers and the travels people have some sort of a tie up. It makes sense if you think about it, this is the only way you can get people to watch bad movies. Because when a movie is played in the bus, you have no choice, you either have to watch the movie or you have to watch the movie.

Now coming to the story, the order in which things are unfolded in the movie are supposed to create suspense, I will kill all suspense (and you will thank me) and come to the crux of the story. Priyanka Chopra is this psycho woman who is married to Arjun Rampal and is having an affair with Sudhanshu Pande (if you are wondering ‘Who Sudhanshu?’, he was in a band called Band of Boys).
She then kills Arjun (I told you she is a Psycho). Sudhanshu is upset but still helps in hiding Arjun's body and on their way back they meet with an accident. Now for the incredible turn in events. Sudhanshu loses memory and his face is disfigured, so Priyanka gets a surgeon from London to make him look like Arjun Rampal. If I were Sudhanshu and got up one day looking like Arjun Rampal I would have been very happy, but the guy has lost his memory so he doesn’t remember how he looked like. Priyanka tries to convince him that he is in fact her husband but he is not convinced. By this time I wanted to stop the bus and jump out of the window. (Windows in Volvo buses don’t open).
While I was trying to keep myself from going mad, Sudhanshu (who looks like Arjun) finds out the truth. Priyanka kills two other people who had small roles in the movie.
And then some kind soul in the bus yelled at the bus driver to switch it off. What happens in the end I will never know. I think Priyanka kills herself and Sudhanshu gets another plastic surgeon from America and looks like before. He then regrets it for obvious reasons.

I was saved from seeing the end of this one but what scares me is that, this is not the end, I have more travelling to do, more bad movies to watch. God, have mercy on me.

Mail wars

This is not the first time I have gotten into trouble while chatting with friends. While the previous one was serious, this was quiet silly though somebody wanted to make a big deal out of it.

After continuously bombarding my very busy friends with mails, I finally got a reply from one, R.
Half way through our conversation,(mails, no messenger) I realised I had'nt included the other friend S, in the loop which is normally the case. This was an honest mistake and I am sure S would have understood but I asked R to keep it a secret.
Now, my friend turned traitor R, forwarded this to S. Let me tell you something about R, she has got this sweet smile, but dont get deceived, inside lies a not so sweet person with a devilish mind(To which she will shamelessly admit)

Anyways, when S finally responded, it turned out that she didnt mind after all. True friend that she is. Sorry R, better luck next time!
Hey Sari, I just realised we still havent got back at Ranj after what she did in Mysore. After this incident we have to, dont you think?

Something else that I realised today : It has been seven years since we have known each other. After our 12th all of us ended up in 3 different colleges (3 different branches) and as per an unsaid rule we met every semester hols. (Thanks to me, it was always I who did all the planning. We could have met more often but we all lived in 3 different corners of this city. You guys owe me one for all the fun we have had.)

I think we should celebrate. what say? Ranj come to Bangalore, soon.

I am not bribing you guys to comment. But then maybe I will ;)

Hey, you guys should blog too, I am feeling kinda lonely out here :(

Then and Now

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin’ clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn’t that the way
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay


Dream on, dream on
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream on, dream on
Dream until your dream come true
Dream on, dream on, dream on...

-Aerosmith(Dream on)

Five years ago if somebody had asked me to describe myself, I would have said "I am a dreamer". Today I am not so sure. Some of those dreams are reality, some still not, some forgotten, new ones added. The past is gone. The future intrigues me. I still have so much to do.
But now I am more at peace with myself. Have learnt to enjoy life while I can. I try to do new things, try to meet new people, yeah I try. And yeah I still dream.

But between then and now few things have'nt changed, things that remain important to me.
Good Friends : Why hasnt anyone called me today?
Good Books : There is a pile of books on my table, all waiting for me to read.
Sleepy Conscience : Responsibilities? What's that?

Mark Twain was right. This is the ideal life.